It is May 19th, 1944.
Yesterday, the Battle of Monte Cassino finally ended, after the fourth assault finally suceeded in dislodging the German 10th Army.
More than 50 thousand Allied soldiers were killed or wounded during the battle. You leave all that death and horror behind today, tracing the path the Polish Brigade took yesterday when they finally broke through.
As you reach the summit, you arrive at another makeshift field hospital - 30 Germans, too badly wounded to be moved and one surgeon who volunteered to stay behind, all of them guarded by a company of angry looking Poles.
The tension is palpable. A loud word, some uttered offense might be enough to cause another massacre.
You turn around, looking at the rubble of what is left of the ancient abbey.
Your superior officers wouldn't listen to you. But you know what you saw. The shimmer of light, like an aurora borealis, coming down the mountain, with shells bouncing off of it, detonating withing the ranks of the 5th division. Mortars, they said.
Somewhere in these walls, someone did... something. You scoff at yourself at the sound of of that.
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