[Panzermacher]

A white hot stream of lead chase us into the tower door. I can hear the bullets shattering and carooming off the ancient bricks. Several bullets tear through the old doors and wreak havoc inside the guard room. The older Landser at the desk in front, gives a grunt and collapses as one of the bullets rips out a lung. My section scramble and scurry like rats as we can now hear the roar of the Jabo as it passes overhead. From bitter experience, I know what comes next.....And am deafened by the explosion. Luckily I grabbed Ringel and the two of us dived under Hauptman Meyer's heavy Mahogany desk as chunks of the ceiling and light fixtures crash to the floor.
"Jesus! Gott in Himmel!" Ringel cries out as things fly about. I pull him down under the desk as a second detonation goes off and we are tossed like rag dolls. The heavy desk flips over in the blast wave as the old wooden doors fly across the room. More masonry showers us.
Cautiously, I raise my head. My ears are ringing like cathedral bells, and my pitiful little hangover is the least of my concern. I see the old Landser hit by the bullets, his body has been thrown up into a bookcase. One of my section lies still with wide mouth and staring eyes. Killed by the concussion, I know. Ringel raises up, staring wildly about at the destruction.
"It Didn' hit us?" he slurs out,while looking about. I look through the gaping hole where the doors were, and see the bomb crater in front of the door. It was only a mere twenty meters from the tower! We got lucky.
I see the other 4 men from my section moving about.Fuzzily I hear Koener yelling down at us from the stairwell.