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Show ALBERTO GUZMAN February 10, 2006 the battlefield to the hospital. Or after while I was in the hospital I didn t know who I was, what's my name, nothing. Because, I tell you the honest truth: there was a barrage of artillery, mortar shells, landing on us, you know. See, we was coming up the ridge to go to the top of the hill and them Germans were on top of the hill. They could see us moving, you know, and then artillery and everything was shooting at us. And boy, you hear a lot of screaming, a lot of guys. I seen one that had both of his arms blown to pieces, a big hole in the back (his back, you know, a hole a piece of shrapnel went through) and no legs. But he was still standing - you thought he was standing, you know, but he was sitting down. Both his legs was gone. And he was screaming and the more he screamed, the more the enemy knew where in the hell we were. They'd keep laying three liter shells and that. Another soldier that was my friend, my company, he told me. He said, "What should I do? Should I shoot him or knock him out?" And I said, "No. Let it go." I said, "You'd get caught for murder if you killed one of our soldiers." He said, "Well, he's giving up the place where we at." "He can't help it." The guy was hurt, you know, he was screaming and hollering. So the guy followed me and after we start crawling on the ground, you know, to get back to the headquarters, you know, where the captain was, he got hit with a shell. Hit. Direct hit. And I still could hear that guy screaming and hollering. I didn't know what to do. 28 |
