A string of Spitfires is attacking the last platoon of the 15th Company. Rockets and other weapons are reaping a grizzly harvest. The platoon is driving down a sunken road, evasion is not possible. A grenadier is lying on the road, a jet of blood shooting from his throat, an artery has been shot through, he dies in our arms. The ammunition in an amphibious vehicle explodes with a loud bang, the blast shoots flames high into the sky, the vehicle is torn to pieces.
Darkness arrives. . . .
At about 2300 hours an ordnance officer from the 21st Panzer Division reaches me. This division is fighting near Troarn and north of Caen. The divisional commander, Lt. General Feuchtinger, is expecting me at the 716th Infantry Division's tactical headquarters. I leave immediately. Low flying German bombers are flying across the road.