Kitt had been caught in the return fire from the Americans as he ran for the bunker, he crawled through the mud, bullets sprayed around him.... reaching the five metre mark to the bunker he pulled himself to his feet and made a final desperate splashing run for safety.... A shout rose up from the American positions and several gunners aimed for the running figure..... Bullets ricocheted aorund him, some spraying up mud and concrete, the worst throwing up blood as they conected with flesh....
Finally making it to the bunker Kitt fell a metre from the doorway, dragging himself in he fell against the bunker wall, biting his lip in agoony until it bled.....