It was mud all over in that trench, hissing sound made by bullets could be heard while it passed over head, different size and shape of it, after small interval it again started, this time my compatriot pop and fired a round, but took one instead, his metal helmet was pierced by the lead and matter inside the cranium was made into a pulp, he sat beside motionless, still life in his eyes, his name was something..Something like Muller. Took the dog tag and saw it yes, Friedrich Muller.
By evening Major announced victory, Sedan has surrendered to the Germans, three of us where selected and sent to a different place with a Jeep full of ordnance, Capt. Derek Schmidt was in the lead, we reached the country side bordering the city of Reims. In the morning Colonel Walter Baumgartner came to meet
