"Everybody out!"
"Almost dawn."
"Yeah, gettin' light."
Dennison spotted Landel and waded across flooded straw to wake him: he woke with a groan and grabbed at his head and neck.
"We're being flooded ... it's the Nazis ... they've opened steel flood gates up the river ... the Roer's flooding ... it's on the radio," Dennison shouted.
Icy water eddied about Landel's pew where other men lay: the swift moving water carried straw, hay, a man's jacket, wood chips, towels, bandages.
"Too many flashlights!" somebody yelled.
"Douse the lights!"
"Give a guy a chance!"
"There's a hill behind the church ... everybody's going there!"