Probably the Nazis were trapped in their own emplacement.
Let somebody else wipe them out!
Anyhow, 9's beat. Battery weak.
Maybe another tank could drag her free.
Maybe ... a requiem of shells!
Tonight ... what time was it?
Tonight was a long way off.
He shivered and drowsed. Sleepily, he fingered his automatic, and found its steel warm.
... Bretten's bombardment seemed to be going on and on.
... The clock tower was still exploding.