“I am conscious only that the smoke and the turret afford a good screen, and that, for the first time in three days, my feet are warm.” He continued firing burst after burst, mowing down Nazi troopers by the dozen and keeping the tanks at bay. “My numbed brain is intent only on destroying,” Murphy later wrote in his autobiography. He quickly seized the gun and sprayed a withering fire against the German troops nearest his position. 50-caliber machine gun turret was still operational. The tank destroyer was slowly being engulfed in flames, but Murphy saw that its.
“Just hold the phone and I’ll let you talk to one of the bastards!” he yelled back. Over the radio, he could hear the artillery commander asking how close the Germans were to his position. After emptying his M-1 carbine at the enemy, Murphy grabbed his field telephone and took cover atop the burning tank destroyer. Murphy’s command post was collapsing before his eyes, but he held his ground and continued calling in the Allied artillery. In seconds, a curtain of friendly fire rained down between him and the advancing German infantry, pitting the open field with craters and shrouding everything in a haze of smoke.
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