|Victory in Carentan|
|Game:||Brothers In Arms: Road to Hill 30|
|Previous mission:||No Better Spot to Die|
|Next mission:||Beyond Hill 30|
|Date:||June 14, 1944|
There's rumors coming down the pipe that the squad's gonna be split up after we leave Carentan. Hell, Corrion even thinks we're going home. Wrong again, Sam. A few other guys have been talking about getting a farm or some land. Some peace and quiet. God, not me. Last thing I wanna do is live out my days alone after the shit I've seen. Well, it's not time for goodbyes yet. Not by a long shot.
It is an early Monday morning (0930) in the town of Carentan. The whole 3rd squad is standing at the base of the cathedral, a place where they were two days earlier before their glorious victory at Hill 30. Most of the men are either drinking water from their canteens or smoking a cigarette. Hartsock walks up to Corrion who is looking at a damaged radio.
Hartsock: Why in the hell did you bring back that busted piece of crap?
Corrion: Not sure, seemed like the right thing to do.
Hartsock: What are you gonna do, bury it?
Corrion: I might.
The men were really relaxed before Mac spoke.
Mac: Knock off the chatter and fall in. I'm not one for speeches so I'll make this short.
Third squad moves into a perfect horizontal line next to one another.
Mac: First, there's a Colonel Marshall here to interview some of you for General Eisenhower. Don't screw that up. Second, I've been in the Army a long time and in some pretty good units...
Third squad looks up, almost perking a smile.
Mac: but in all that time...
The whole 3rd squad smiles.
Mac: well, I just want to say you guys did good.
Third squad's smiles slowly deteriorate. But in their minds, everyone knew what Mac meant to say.
Mac: We lost some good men.
Third squad begins to frown a little, close their eyes, and put their heads down.
Mac: But at the same time, we sent a message to Hitler and his boys that we're coming for him - that his days are numbered.
Third squad begins to perk a smile again.
Mac: Now I've got a promotion to make.
Third squad looks around to see who got promoted.
Mac: Sergeant (maybe Mac meant to say "Corporal") Hartsock - front and center!
Hartsock walks up to Mac who is holding out the stripes of a Sergeant emblem.
Mac slaps the emblem on Hartsock's Corporal emblem shoulder patch.
Mac: Second squad needs a new leader and the responsibility is now yours. Sew on these stripes or I'll cite you for being out of uniform.
Third squad breaks its horizontal formation, and Baker slowly follows.
Mac: Sergeant Baker!
Baker walks up to Mac.
Mac: You know this isn't over right? Hell of a thing we've been through these last eight days. Welcome to the end of the beginning...
German mortars start rocketing the places, which (as Hartsock later mentioned) were coming from the south side of town.
Mac: Grab your gear troopers! We've still got a war to fight!
Baker: Third squad! You heard the man. Move out!
Third squad heads north up the road from the cathedral with German mortars still bombarding the area.