Shoot Anything That Moved
Smoyer’s orders were simple and undebatable: “shoot anything that moved.” This command had been ingrained in his mind.
As he pulled the trigger, bullets firing, he saw that the Germans from the opposing tank were also firing at this car. The car collapsed and crashed into the sidewalk.
Smoyer knew that if both sides were shooting, something was wrong and one of them might regret what just happened. Smoyer ceased fire and watched as the door to the driver’s side opened. He waited to see who it was, expecting a German official to fall out. But instead, what he saw was completely unexpected. His stomach turned when he saw a small frame of a person fell out of the driver’s side of the car. All Smoyer saw was a mess of curly brown hair. The rest was a blur.