“You okay?” Jake asked.

“Eddie!” Billy screamed.

The first Panzer IV emerged from the mist like a beast from a nightmare. Its tracks chewed the mud, and its long-barreled gun swung toward their position. Around Billy, the remnants of Easy Company opened fire. Rifles cracked. A bazooka team let loose a rocket that screamed across the field and struck the tank’s side skirt with a flash of orange. The tank kept coming.