Paul led one along with Max and Leeb led the other supported by Konrad. They had been making their way slowly east, the occasional civilian venturing their head out of the door, but withdrawing it rapidly when they saw the soldiers. They must have made a pretty ferocious sight, thought Paul. Weapons on display, bandoliers of MG 34 ammunition around their necks, stick grenades stuck in their belts, their uniforms and faces covered in a film of dust and their hob nailed boots crunching on the gravelly surface. Paul was sweating, as were the rest of his men, from the exertion and the steadily increasing temperature. He stopped his men, giving them the opportunity to quench their thirst. Max came up to Paul and whispered, “as soon as we see a water source, we need to top these up sir.” “Agreed Max, it must be pushing twenty already.” “And will get warmer sir.” They continued their patrol. All was quiet until suddenly, from an alley, some fifty metres to their front right, half a dozen soldiers charged out, sliding to a halt when they found themselves confronted by the German paratroopers.
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