When I got to the other side I found one dead soldier. But Bolderson and Pryne were gone. Their bazooka was lying on the ground, damaged by what I thought were bullet holes. Not finding Bolderson or Pryne, I presumed that either one or both of them were injured. I found the rockets they left and then had to return across the road to where I left Peterson. The Germans were still firing at us and I was lucky again. I returned without being hit. Peterson and I put the new rockets to use against the third tank. After that one was put out of action, the Germans pulled back to Cauquigny and continued shelling us for the rest of the night. They also tried two other attacks on our positions.

Our job was to be in the forward position with our bazooka and stop the Germans from using La Fière bridge. This we accomplished despite the tremendous and continual firing by the enemy. When the Germans retreated, Peterson and I were still in our positions at the bridge, and as we looked around we could not see anyone so we moved back to our foxhole. Looking back up the hill, we could see that the 57mm gun and our machine gun had been destroyed. Then someone came and told us to hold our position and that more men would be coming to take up other positions. We found later that of the few men holding the bridge, most were either killed or wounded. ⁽¹⁾

This was one of the toughest days of my life. Why Peterson and I were not wounded or killed, only the Good Lord knows why.⁽²⁾