We have to bound across the Trun-Chambois road. Enemy tanks are racing up and down the road. I jump from cover to cover with pistol in hand. The ditches are filled with dead. They must have been overrun by tanks.
Looted vehicles stand in the fields and behind the hedges.
We work ourselves closer and closer to the slope. Machine gun fire whistles above us. They are about 150 metres apart and are firing into the pocket. A Bren-gun Carrier is driving to and fro to our right. Suddenly it disappears and we dash eastwards between the two tanks like a shot from a gun.