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In the mud and cold, following their guides or waiting in the darknes until
hooded lights flash them forward, the columns of tanks and infantry
formed up around the ruined farms of Padiglione hamlet. The nigth was
alive with the that chaos of sound which are inseparable from the <a
HREF="23273.htm" onMouseOver="drc('hassas','IELZ HELP:'); return true;"
onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>tricky</b></a> business of getting
troops into the order carefully planned for <a HREF="23273.htm"
onMouseOver="drc('harekat başlama saati','IELZ HELP:'); return true;"
onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>zero hour</b></a>. Tanks skidded
awkwardly off the track, lorries revved up in muddy fields and the dark files
of sweating men-each man carrying 120 rounds of <a HREF="23273.htm"
onMouseOver="drc('cephane, mühimmat','IELZ HELP:'); return true;"
onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>ammunition</b></a> and his gun –
stumbling through the blackout. Away to the southward, almost, so it
seemed in the darkness, directly behind them, the night sky was being split
apart by the continuous flashing of the guns and the shells busting round
the Flyover. The <a HREF="23273.htm" onMouseOver="drc('kulak
tırmalayıcı ses','IELZ HELP:'); return true;" onMouseOut="nd(); return
true;"><b>din</b></a> was endless and overpowering. The Germans were
making their final effort to break the Beachhead line. <br><br>
Then, just before zero hour, he was confronted with the need to make
another <a HREF="23273.htm" onMouseOver="drc('acı veren','IELZ
HELP:'); return true;" onMouseOut="nd(); return
true;"><b>agonizing</b></a> decision. In the general uncertainty that now
<a HREF="23273.htm" onMouseOver="drc('kuşatmak','IELZ HELP:'); return
true;" onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>surrounded</b></a> the
Beachhead no one could be confident that the exact position of every
American <a HREF="23273.htm" onMouseOver="drc('birlik, birim','IELZ
HELP:'); return true;" onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>unit</b></a>
had been correctly marked on the map. The Germans were swarming
everywhere and communication had been cut again and again. Harmon
received reports that an American battalion-later messages said the
company- still lay somewhere out along the Bowling Alley, fighting
desperately in the darkness, surrounded by <a HREF="23273.htm"
onMouseOver="drc('kalabalık','IELZ HELP:'); return true;"
onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>hordes</b></a> of Germans. The lost
Americans were reported to be directly in the line of the ‘ladder barrage’
about to begin in support of Force H. <br><br>
Harmon had to decide at once-stop the barrage and wreck his counter-
attack or let it begin and kill hundreds hard pressed men. He was in great
<a HREF="23273.htm" onMouseOver="drc('ıstırap, elem, keder','IELZ
HELP:'); return true;" onMouseOut="nd(); return
true;"><b>anguish</b></a> of mind; and it would be terrible for his own
men to see the barrage going ahead of them, killing their <a
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return true;" onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>comrades</b></a> to
aid their advance. And yet the Beachhead was in danger. If Harmon delayed
his counter-attack the last defences, away to the sout-west around the
Flyover, might crack and let the Germans through. <a HREF="23273.htm"
onMouseOver="drc('düşman','IELZ HELP:'); return true;"
onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>Enemy</b></a> tanks would be
fannig out onto the <a HREF="23273.htm"
onMouseOver="drc('sığınak','IELZ HELP:'); return true;"
onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>harbour</b></a> and beaches.
German infantry would be swarming through the Padiglione woodlands
and around the Allied guns. Harmon did not <a HREF="23273.htm"
onMouseOver="drc('tereddüt etmek','IELZ HELP:'); return true;"
onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>hesitate</b></a>. He gave the <a
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onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>order</b></a>, ‘Fire on time’.
<br><br>
A blown bridge on the Bowling Alley delayed the tanks until the engineers
rusheds up to repair it under fire, but the Americans’ blood was up, they
were attacking again at last, striking back in strength. Nothing could stop
them. <br><br>
By late afternoon Harmon’s had reached the area of the Dead End Road
from the east, and his tanks had pushed ahead in the flat lands along the
Spaccasassi Creek. The Germans were shaken and disorganized. Two
hundred prisoners had already come in through the Americans lines. Away
to the south the Loyals and North Staffs prepared to <a HREF="23273.htm"
onMouseOver="drc('hücum etmek','IELZ HELP:'); return true;"
onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>assault</b></a> the last pocket of
German <a HREF="23273.htm" onMouseOver="drc('karşı koyma,
direnme','IELZ HELP:'); return true;" onMouseOut="nd(); return
true;"><b>resistance</b></a> in a ruined farmhouse just north of the
Lateral Road in front of the Flyover. A white flag was suddenly <a
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true;" onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>hoisted</b></a> over the ruins,
and then one or two Germans staggered across the road to surrender. In a
moment a group ran forward to follow their comrades; and then, before
anyone realized what had happened, hundreds of Germans were crawling
out of the rubble and stumbling blindly forward to give themselves up.
They had reached the limit of human <a HREF="23273.htm"
onMouseOver="drc('dayanma dayanıklılık','IELZ HELP:'); return true;"
onMouseOut="nd(); return true;"><b>endurance</b></a>. <br><br>