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It wasn't the air raid siren that woke him up.
It was the whistling of the bombs that woke him up.
It wasn't the sound or feel from the explosion that went off next to him that woke him up.
It was the sound of his bunkmate's bloodcurdling sobs and wails as he tried to gather his entrails back into his body after his lower half had been blown off.
Some drill sergeant burst into the dorm and started issuing orders just as Private Hawkins of the 22nd Infantry strapped his gas mask on.
"First platoon, if you haven't already, get your gear on and head over to the armory to pick out what's left of your weapons! God help me if any of you maggots don't get a hold of even a pea shooter!" he shouted over the explosions before rushing back out.
The sound of gunfire and screaming overwhelmed the Private as he managed to push his way past the swamped doors, following the surviving members of his platoon to the caved-in armory.
"Sergeant, what the fuck is going on?!" a soldier yelled.
If an answer was given, no one heard it as the AA guns blared to life and fought back against the aerial menace.
No one needed to hear an answer; everyone knew deep down inside what was going on: The Germans were attacking.
"Schnell, schnell!" he heard his captain call.
He ordered his squad forward and over the mounds surrounding the American training camp so that the water would be retained when it rained to make life harder for the recruits.
The bombing run had just ended, and it was time for phase two of the attack.
As soon as his men broke cover, they raised their rifles; letting out a torrent of bullets and moving deeper into the camp.
"Erfassen die Waffenkammer und Kaserne!" the Sergeant ordered as he troops began scrambling towards their objectives.
Sergeant Fuchs went left with a group of men and towards the barracks as the rest of his squad banked right towards the caved-in armory.
It took only a few seconds before the soldiers defending the armory took notice and opened fire.
It was going to be a very long morning.
"Sergeant Major, they're moving through the barracks to flank us!" a voice called out.
"Watson, Wilson, and Thompson, cover our flank! Hawkins, get that damn radio online!" the Sergeant Major hollered before peering over the rubble to take a shot at the approaching German troops.
The radio had been hit when the bombs fell but it was still operational; just a few tricky wires and a component out of place.
"Mayday, mayday! Recruits under fire at Charlie base! Requesting ground based reinforcements; AA guns are hot!" chanted Private Hawkins.
Charlie base this is Rico Two Actual with the 34th Armor, negative on request. High Command has ordered the retreat of all troops in the area; You've got loads of hostiles moving over the north hills to your position! Recommend your commanding officer pull out immediately!
"Bullshit, Rico Two Actual! The attack just started an hour ago, how the hell does High Command already know about it?!" the Sergeant Major shouted.
Charlie base, please follow radio procedures. You boys aren't the only ones being attacked right now...
A dreadful silence fell over the group of survivors as they realized their horrifying situation.
Alone and weak without reinforcements while World War Three raged on.
Three hours later and over four thousand miles across the Atlantic ocean, a group of German Generals were just receiving news of the attack.
"Heerführer!" a soldier said respectfully, snapping to attention at the end of the table full of generals.
"Bericht, Private." a quiet, stern looking general said.
"Ja, Sir. Unsere Streitkräfte haben die amerikanische Präsenz von ihren Ostküste gefegt und warten auf Ihren Befehl ins Landesinnere bewegen, Sir." the soldier reported.
An eerie smile crept over his face as he silently mouthed the order.
Gehen.
"Command, this is F0-117294 bearing three, zero, zero,
