I banged them on the dome and the side and everywhere I could land until the butt of my rifle busted.

One of the Germans hollered, 'Rush him! Rush him!' I decided to do some rushing myself.

I grabbed my French bolo knife and slashed in a million directions.

Each slash meant something, believe me.

I wasn't doing exercises, let me tell you.
"I picked out an officer, a lieutenant I guess he was.