Outside of Parma, Italy, October 31, 1943
The riflemen hit the ground. A German machine gun was firing again. Corporal Jaroschek looked around. He narrowed his eyes as steel flew a foot over his head. Even as his eyes sought information for his brain, his rifle was already moving from pointing in front of him to a position to his right. Three more seconds and he had a target. A few more seconds and his loaded clip was now empty as suppressive fire was sent in the general direction of the German hardpoint. The BAR gunner shifted fire slightly and began to send two and three round bursts overhead in the general direction of the now revealed Germans. The LT was yelling for another squad to begin moving to the right and work their way around through cover while his sergeant was already setting up a base of fire. The machine gunners attached to the platoon were hurrying forward.
Within minutes, both machine guns were chattering back at the German. Corporal Jaroshek had found good cover and was sending a few rounds down range whenever he felt like the incoming was not near him. The other riflemen in the squad were copying the actions of their junior NCO as he had been in the shit long enough and often enough and had so far survived. SOme of the men were veterans of Tunisia, and Sicily like him; most of them were veterans of only the occassional sharp rear guard action that the Germans had been setting during the march north of Rome. The rest were replacements who had only come to the platoon in the past five days. One of the replacements was firing in the general direction of the Germans. Another was in excellent cover that was getting deeper every time his entrenching tool struck the hard earth.
The American advance was stalemated for another twenty minutes as the Germans counter-attacked the flanking squad. They too had to take cover and call in for medics. The rest of the company was beginning to flow around the deadlocked platoon and then Jaroshek felt a heavy hand on his shoulder a moment after he displaced from his last firing position. He looked back and saw the forward air controller who had been attached to the company. The LT was quickly taking notes of the situation and a moment later, he left the small depression in the ground and began to crawl back to a miniscule reverse slope. Even as he was moving, all the mortars in the battalion were beginning to walk their way into the target. The goon guns had started to lay down smoke while the 60 and 81 millimeter mortars had sprayed steel shards and high explosives all around the German position .
Twenty one minutes later, a quartet of P-40s swooped down and dropped a single heavy bomb apiece and then strafed the German's rear. Even before the fighters left sight, a platoon of Shermans started to advance. When the metal monsters passed the squad's position, the nine lightly or not at all wounded infantrymen rose and sprinted into the attack.