Sergeant Lloyd Adams

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Exploring their surroundings, members of the 324th began to collect German belongings that were left behind. Jackets, helmets, and even several pistols were among the recovered items. The soldiers had just finished eating a supper of baked beans and bread, and were beginning to settle down for the night. Some were writing letters home, while others sat around a fire and sang songs. Lloyd took out his wallet and looked at the pictures inside. There was one of his parents, sitting on the front porch of the farmhouse. Another was of him and his two younger brothers, Glenn and Clarence. They were only boys at the time, and were posing by the 1932 John Deere tractor. Besides his sons, it was his father’s pride and joy.

A picture of Linda Gene was last. She had given the polaroid to him as he hugged her goodbye and walked up the plank to the Navy troop transport ship in Philadelphia. The picture was of her sitting on some rocks during their stay at the Jersey shore. Lloyd longed for her a this point, and clutched the picture closely in his hands. It wouldn’t be long now, he knew, until he was home holding her again. He took out a pencil and piece of paper and began to write her a letter.

With barely a sentence on the page, the earth began to rumble. The sargent quickly folded the paper up and put it in his shirt pocket. He would finish it later. By now many of the men heard the noise and were quick to grab their M-1’s. Lloyd ran over to his squads’ artillery piece and began to check the sights. The other members of the team made their way over and started stacking shells next to the gun. Hoof’s of a horse could be heard pounding on the ground, and a man on horseback became visible. "Tiger Tanks on the way!", he screamed. "Three clicks!" An eagerness fell over the men of the 324th. It was time for them to take care of the German menace once and for all. A Jeep followed the horseback rider and the Leuitennant inside yelled for the men to ready the guns. There was a force of 200 Germans and twenty-five tanks coming at full strength up the road.

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