Lloyd told his men to lock and load their weapons. He strapped on his helmet and pulled his winter gloves snugly onto his hands. The barrel of the howitzer lowered and fixed on the blackness of the road ahead. Suddenly an object came into view. "Ready weapon," Adams yelled to his men. They were only the third gun from the front of the line, and had to protect it. "Once they get into range, let those fucking krauts have one from Lady Liberty!"
"Fire!" And with that, the gigantic artillery piece ripped loose. The first tank visible to the eye blew up in an astonishing explosion. It sent shrapnel everywhere. A nice hit Adams thought, but there would be many more to come. The top of the tank opened up and two men tried to get out. An American M-40 machine gun opened up on the two, and holes opened up in their chests.
Howitzers started erupting one both sides of the road. Smoke thickened, and the gunners fired into what they could not see. The noise was deafening, but the soldiers could feel the ground trembling more and more with the advancement of the Tiger tanks. Out of the corner of his eye, Sergeant Adams saw movement in the woods to his right. He looked again and saw roughly a dozen gray uniforms. Knowing he had to protect his gunners, as well as the other men, he grabbed an MP-40 automatic submachine gun and found cover from the woods. His head poked up and again he could see the German men scrambling across the ground.
With a quick move around the rock, Adams stood up and pulled back the trigger of the gun. The MP-40 cut through the Germans like a hot knife through butter. They were falling all over the place, blood squirting from their wounds. Lloyd’s team had noticed what was taking place and spun the howitzer around to the left. A thunderous burst came out and 200 square feet of woods burst into flames. There was a gigantic crater left behind, and not one sign of the Germans.
Suddenly the sargent’s leg began to burn, then his back. He fell to the ground and his face winced in pain. Another shot came from the artillery piece, and took out the lone German in the woods that Lloyd had not seen. The two men from his team left the gun and rushed over to their leader. He had lost a lot of blood, so a tourniquet was placed on his leg, and field dressings on his back. "Medic!", they cried. Lloyd knew that he was not going to make it. A medic rushed over and dove behind the rock for cover. Lloyd could feel the pain begin to leave him as a surette of morphine was jabbed into his leg, and then his side. He closed his eyes and thought of home. A farmhouse, with his mom and dad out front. His brothers Glenn and Clarence playing in the field. He thought about Linda Gene and how much he loved her, and then breathed his final breath.
Sergeant Lloyd E. Adams was buried in Epinal cemetary several days later. His body still rests there today. Because of his courage and bravery, he helped the U.S. Army’s 44th Infantry to victory in the battle for Auntamas