Down a French road sped three German officers on a motorcycle and sidecar. A waiting U.S. soldier let drive at them with a rifle grenade. He had forgotten to pull the safety pin, arming the grenade for explosion.
The grenade struck the head of the driver, went on to hit the officer beside him between the eyes, killing both men. The cycle skidded into a ditch, catapulting the third German headfirst to his death against a stone wall. The doughboy retrieved his grenade from a tree trunk and rammed it back on the rifle launcher; it was still good.
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