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The patrol moved out back along the route we had come the previous day. We hadn't gone too far before a G.I. stepped out in the road and stopped us."Where in the hell 'do you think you are going? He asked Worrell. Clark explained our mission and, back came the reply; you had better go like a bat out of hell, because they are rolling hand grenades down on the road just a little way further on."Okay", said Clark we will be careful". We managed to get by that situation without any serious mishap, and proceeded on without too much trouble, for a couple of miles. There was a hairpin turn in the road, as we came around the curve, We saw two Third armored half -Tracks up ahead a little ways. There was a group of men standing around eating; then suddenly Clark waved and yelled "Backup". The men ahead, most of who were dressed in American uniforms were running to the half-tracks and the 50-caliper machine gun mounts. We didn't know it, but we had collided with the tail end of Lt. Gen. Krugers Panzer Corps which vas moving on Hotten, and a battle with the rear area troops. The ". Americans" We saw in front of us were the troops of Otto Skorzeny, who had been brilliantly trained and disguised as Americans, We were attempting to turn around as they opened fire on us. Our vehicle hit a tree, and, realizing the situation, We must have all hit the ground. Together and ran into the woods to our right. Ted Gardon had managed to get his Peep turned around and. disappeared around the curve. The rounds from the 50 calipers were hitting the trees around us. Then we ran out of woods. There was only a strip of trees along the road and we found ourselves staring at a large field about 500 yards across. As, We ran, Sam and I were pealing off the heavy coats and trying to get rid of the flying boots, under which. of all things were pare trooper boots The two things the Germans hated most were tank people and para- troopers. The Germans stopped. In the edge of the woods and opened fire with their machine guns and rifles; They must not have been experts because for some reason no of us were hit as we ran zig zagged. Worrell and the two others had reached the other side of the field and disappeared, before Sam and I managed to get there. Then we finally made it; there was a small cliff with about a 30-foot drop down to a valley that a dirt road ran through. the small Cliff was overhanging so over we went and almost landed on top of Clark Worrell, Gast and Derio. We were out of wind so flattened ourselves against the underside-'of the where it overhung and waited. A patrol of the Germans came on across the field and stood on the edge of the cliff over us evidently discussing where We had gone (None of us understood German very well). We figured 'that they decided that We had made it across the next clearing to the Forest about 75 yards away, because we heard their footsteps going away. We waited several minutes, then Worell and. myself made a dash for the woods. We could then see over the cliff, Seeing no one We signaled Sam and the others to come on over. We went on into the forest, which was very thick at this point about 100 yards and collapsed and none too soon. A large patrol of Germans on foot and motorcycles returned and began patrolling the area and the road. For some reason they did not come into the forest. Sam and I were the only ones who smoked and We lit up. Worrell reminded us that we seem to be sending smoke signals. although there would have been no way to see the smoke from the road in the dense forest. We waited in that spot most of the remainder of the day until we figured the Germans had given up the search for us. We knew that Ed Cardon must have gotten back to the Task Force with the news of what happened, so we decided to try to get back through. We followed the ridge line through the forest in patrol style, and eventually through a break in the foliage We spotted a church steeple. This would probably be in the village of Beffee that we had passed through that morning. It was getting dusk an we cautiously made our way toward the edge of the forest. Suddenly we heard the sound of a shovel digging in the frozen ground. We were hoping that this would be some of our people digging in. Then not more than fifty yards, away came the sound of a voice: (Hans?) (Ya'); (vas habin sie?) (What have you): (ein panzarfaust) (bazooka). We had run into another blind alley and it was obvious we couldn't stay there, Sam

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