At about 0030 hours, June 13, the Germans sent a patrol into the field between the hedgerows. Not a silent patrol to get intelligence, but a couple of squads, evidently drunk, shooting their machine pistols and shouting oaths at the Americans. “It scared the hell out of us,” Winters remembered, “it didn’t make any sense.” He feared a night attack, but just that quickly the Germans fell back.
Gordon with his machine-gun, Sisk, and Guth were on outpost, on the far right, against the railroad track. Gordon was “uncomfortable and quite frightened,” as there was little concealment, and he felt “very exposed.” Sergeant Talbert checked on the men, decided they were too exposed, and pulled them back to the main line of defense.
Sergeant Talbert was up and down the line all night, shifting the men back and forth so that they could catch a few minutes sleep. He had the riflemen fix their bayonets. It was a cool evening; Talbert picked up a German poncho and put it on. About 0300 he prodded Pvt. George Smith with his revolver, to awaken him for duty. Smith was almost comatose.
When he finally awakened, he saw in the pale moonlight this figure in a German poncho hovering over him and prodding him with a pistol.
Smith jumped up with his rifle with the fixed bayonet and began lunging at Talbert. Talbert tried to stop him, hollering, “Smith, it’s Tab, don’t!” But Smith kept thrusting until he succeeded in bayoneting Talbert in the chest.
Fortunately he missed the lungs and heart, but Talbert was out of action. He had to be dragged away and carried the 3
kilometers back to the aid station.
By 0530, Winters had the company ready to attack. Just as he gave the order to move out, Colonel von der Heydte launched his 6th Parachute Regiment on its counterattack. Both sides cut loose with artillery, mortar, machine-gun, and rifle fire, everything they had. There was mass confusion. Fire coming in, dead-tired men who had used up their adrenalin long since, Taylor urging speed, men shouting, at one point a firefight between Easy and another company of the 101st, some Sherman tanks coming up in support firing into friendly units on the left, chaos.
Under the intense incoming fire, F Company on Easy’s left flank broke and fell back. (The C.O. of the company was relieved on the spot by Colonel Strayer.) That exposed D Company’s right flank, so it fell back too. That left Easy all alone, isolated, its right flank up against the track, its left flank in the air.
Easy stood to its guns. Gordon set his machine-gun up on a gate at the opening of the hedgerow into the field (he had lost the tripod on D-Day) and blasted away. A mortar round dropped 10 meters in front of him. Gordon went down with shrapnel in his shoulder and leg. The same mortar wounded Rod Strohl. Still they stayed in the line, continuing to fire. Winters, Compton, Welsh, and the other officers were running up and down the line, encouraging the men, straightening things out, making sure everything was done that could be done to stop the Germans.
A German tank started to break through the hedgerow on Easy’s left flank, exactly where F Company should have been. Welsh told Pvt. John McGrath to bring his bazooka and come on. They raced out into the open field, crouched down, armed the bazooka, and Welsh told McGrath to fire. The shot hit the turret, but bounced off. The German tank turned its 88 mm cannon toward Welsh and McGrath and fired. The shell zoomed over their heads, missing by a few feet.
The tank gunner could not depress his cannon sufficiently, because the tank driver was climbing the hedgerow in an effort to break through.
Welsh started reloading the bazooka. McGrath was saying, over and over, “Lieutenant, you’re gonna get me killed. You’re gonna get me killed.” But he held his place, took careful aim at the tank, which was at the apex of its climb, cannon pointing skyward, the huge vehicle just about to tip forward as it broke through, and fired. He hit exactly where he wanted, the unarmored belly of the tank, and it exploded in a great burst of flame and fire.