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A Longer War
Cyclist
“What’s this place, then?”
Rodney tried to soften his words, but it was clearly hard for him as well.
“Operation Goodwood, young man. See those fields down there? Imagine them ripe with wheat, the heat of summer, and rather a lot of our armour attacking through them”
“Like a charge sort of thing?”
“Like a charge sort of thing, yes. Where were they, Gerald?”
A slap on the back of my head, an instruction to do my fucking job, the sound of shot hitting glacis. Burning men. Pull it together, lad.
“Aye, Ashley, like a charge. Ernie and me, we were recon troop. Scouts, aye? Harry got us parked up not far from that gate. See trees? Germans were in there, and other side of gate as well. Tanks went in, Germans had a line of anti-tank guns. It were… It weren’t a good day”
