Not on any map!
Up front someone was signalling: standing in the path of their tank he waved both arms. An officer? Some Nazi trick, Dennison thought. Then he saw another GI and identified them as Americans. The nearest GI had his helmet squashed over his eyes; stooping, he pointed to the ground. Hands upraised, he signalled stop.
Without hesitating he rushed to their bus and beat on a forward port. Landel let him inside.
"Minefields," the GI screamed.
"What?" Landel yelled. "Can't hear!"
"Minefield!" the sergeant yelled.
"Louder."'
The fellow grabbed at Landel's leg pad and scribbled on it:
TURN AROUND. STOP OTHERS. USE RADIO. MINEFIELD. SIGNAL OTHERS.
"No use turning our bus around," Landel shouted.