Peering over the lip of the trench Steele saw only dead Viets.

### A large number were directly in front of an abandoned machine gun, its barrel pointed up at the dark clouds covered overhead.

The number of dead Viets was staggering, their counterattack had succeeded, but it was too little too late. In the distance, Steele could hear the unmistakable sounds of the enemy advancing toward them. He dropped into the trench walking over the bloody bodies littered all around. Instinctively he turned ready to fire when he caught a glimpse of movement to his left. Something made him hold his fire.

### A pile of three dead Viets began slowly moving, he saw it was someone under the enemy bodies pushing his way out from underneath. Voyeur dropped downthe Lieutenant's combat fatigues.

"In a while, Steele lets clear this bunker first. Voyeur, get ready." He pushed past Steele holding his Mat-49 ready.

"Let me go first." Steele pulled the Lieutenant back. A grenade thrown from inside landed at their feet.

"Get down!" Steele screamed throwing himself on the grenade. Two seconds later it exploded lifting his body off the ground. Metal shards flew through the air narrowly missing Bastien-Thiry and Voyeur. Not waiting for a second grenade Voyeur shoved the barrel of the flamethrower in the bunker entrance and squeezed the trigger. The nauseating smell of burning flesh wafted through the air. Bastien-Thiry threw a grenade into the bunker then pulled Steele to one side.

"Steele, are you alright?" He screamed in a high-pitched voice. Blood flowed freely down Steele's