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

Chapter 7 For Bridgeman's platoon, the morning of the third day was a morning of waiting,

an interminable morning in which its sections were shuffled around the company's perimeter.

They became an isolated pocket of men. To the north of them, the fourth parachute brigade

launched its expected attack along the axis of the railway to secure the northern arc of the

bridgehead. To the south, the borders and divisional troops held out against the

tax from the west and to the southeast, the battered remnants of four battalions fought on

in a last desperate bid to reach and relieve the second parachute battalion, cut off and

surrounded at the northern end of the road bridge in Arnhem.

Early in the afternoon, Tim Jordan and Alan looked at their hastily constructed battle map.

Immediately to the east and west of the company position, the map showed ominously empty areas.

A drive by the Germans from the east along the road from Arnhem to the ferry would slice

across the front held by the platoon and completely cut off the fourth parachute brigade from the

remainder of the division. Jordan and Alan exchanged glances. Something would have to go by the

board. It was impossible to hold the company area secure and at the same time be in any position

to deny the Haveir d'Orp Arnhem road to a determined enemy.

Alan handed over the western sector, previously held by Ramston and his platoon to the

Sergeant Major and a scratch group from company headquarters and moved his own platoon forward

into the east, astride the middle road to Arnhem. Blake in his section were now north of the road

and as they prepared to defend the house they had taken over. They listened to the battle

raging beyond the railway line. The firing seemed to be remaining static. It did not, as they had

anticipated, diminish and then restart farther to the east as fourth brigade advanced along their

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