“Should be nearly a hundred men in these meadows right here,” the captain said. “We’ve got to get our parachuted equipment together. As soon as you can, send someone for gear I saw drop near where I came down. One lot’s caught in a tree—right across that open space. We need those bazookas quick. German tanks are likely to be coming along any minute.”
“This kid might be able to tell us somethin’ about the Nazis around these parts,” Slim said.
“There’s a Nazi camp half a mile down the road,” André replied eagerly. “And another big one near Ste. Mère Église, if you know where that is.”
Captain Dobie nodded and turned his head to catch the sound of a motor. “That car’s coming this way fast!”
André was startled by the smooth swiftness with which Slim and his captain acted then. Thrusting his Tommy gun into the captain’s outstretched hand without a word, Slim detached a grenade from the cluster at his belt. He slipped into a tense, waiting position closer to the road.
The captain ordered, “Down flat!” and André obeyed.
The roar of the approaching car grew loud. Slim called softly, over his shoulder, “Nazi staff car,” and raised his arm.
The explosion and the repeated crack of the Tommy gun beside him shook the ground under André. As another grenade followed the first and took effect, Captain Dobie said, “That’s one car won’t stop the freeing of France.”
Slim crossed the road and returned to report solemnly, “Okay, sir.”