"Heh, what's up?"
"River's flooding," the GI bellowed.
Someone with a racking cough warned the guard the Roer was rising rapidly: Nazi's are flooding us out. Inside the church the guard began waking men, asking everyone to spread the word: already the water was ankle deep. The wounded had to be shifted at once. Lights and flashlights took over. All of the pews had water around them.
The general hubbub woke Dennison.
"We're being flooded out," someone explained.
Dennison woke Zinc.
Grabbing his shoes and jacket, he scrambled higher on the pile of straw and hay; putting on his shoes he hollered at the men around him.
"Where do we go?"
"Outside."
"What for?"