CMMC-press reporter Gefreiter Schwarz

Hauptkampflinie, 0325, September 27th 1944
A General covered with mud and soaked to the skin was still able to produce a smile when I found him. His beloved motorcycle had got stuck in the mud at the starting-off point and been pulverised by the enemy shelling that hit the by then empty defensive positions. When I found him he and a dozen grenadiers were hard at work pulling a halftrack out of the mud on the road to Lorry. They were just about successful when I arrived and the General had produced a bottle of local wine, which he passed around to his fellow mud-trolls. "It's not war booty," he

raging immediately to the north.  The General reassured me when he saw me flinching at the sound of nearby explosions, saying, "That will be Reinhardt's 81's I believe. They'll land on someone more deserving." The battle noises were soon rivalled by the roaring engines of Reinhardt's panzers struggling north along the muddy road. Clinging on to the rear and sides of them were the ragged aufklärungssoldaten. Mean jungs. I know, I've played poker with them. One of them, not recognising the General in his muddy shape, shouted, "Last one to le Moselle pays the beer". In the midst of all the misery, with rain hammering my helmet, boots filled with mud and ears deafened by battle, I couldn't help smiling too. 

advance moving. But Obergefreiter Trilsbach had other ideas.  As the armoured vehicles shelled a small village sheltering some of his comrades, Trilsbach used the cover of the dark to creep to within twenty metres of one of the tanks. After some initial fumbling, the panzerfaust was finally ready.  Trilsbach lined up, pressed the trigger and was rewarded with the sound of a hit and a shower of sparks and red hot metal marking his kill. Seeing the plight of their comrade and realising how vulnerable they were without proper infantry support, the remaining American vehicles were soon in rapid reverse, spraying machine gun fire wildly around them. A few more infantry probes were seen off without too much trouble, leaving Reinhardt's men in control of the battlefield.  All in all a good night's work for the German army.

Although the German high command are understandably cagey about what they have planned for Pz Abt 115, this newspaper has learnt that certain elements have been added to the battalion to form a new kampfgruppe Reinhardt.  We can assure our readers that they haven't heard the last of our intrepid major.

confident that with support his men could hold, reinforced them with some experienced troops and then led off a company to the north to try find a way to flank the American advance.

Good thing he did.  Scouts reported another American company moving at full speed, obviously also probing for a flank.  Realising that his rear elements were threatened, Reinhardt knew it was a race to cut off the Allied move and set up an ambush position.

The troops, bent low and desperately clutching their equipment to stop it rattling, started a mad dash that was to end with them collapsing gasping in some woods across the American line of advance. But the effort had been worth it, for only minutes later enemy figures appeared out of the dark, bunched up and running hard.  A perfect target, and it didn't take long for concentrated fire to decimate the Allied company and send the survivors reeling back into the dark.

Realising how crucial the situation was, Reinhardt was fighting in the front line, encouraging his men by