We have ways of making you tour presents The Cauldron by Zeno, read by Almari.

Chapter 16.

Gorman Crouched alongside Bridgeman appeared out into the grey light of the seventh day.

Six times they had stood to at night and this was the sixth morning on which he had seen

the sunrise east of Arnhem coming up out of Germany as a signal for the day's killing

to begin. For the first time for many days there was a complete silence, a hushed silence

as if two opponents had agreed to a short truce while each recovered his wind.

Gorman felt sure their positions would be attacked at some time during the day ahead.

He had watched a pattern slowly reveal itself in the German tactics. They were hitting

the perimeter continually at Platoon Company and battalion strength. Each attack supported

by a few tanks and self-propelled guns. They were seeking to reduce and overrun the

division's positions individually, blowing them out of one position, burning them out

of another as the day before they had burned the houses over the heads of the battered

remnants of the 10th Parabetalian. They kept up a continuous shelling and mortering of

the whole area within the perimeter, making movement of any kind nearly impossible.

Since the contraction of the perimeter on the night of the fifth day, the Germans had

hit every unit in the division except the independent company. On their front the

enemy had patrolled and probed at each of the platoons in turn. First at three platoon

in the school and then at his own, Gorman was sure that the lone tank which someers had

knocked out on the previous afternoon had lost its way and was probably trying to rejoin

or join up with some larger force. It had blended into their positions and been knocked

out before the crew had even realised they were in danger.

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