As expected the German rabble set up on the flanks of the swamp. The Major, he was good Officer -- Stalin's boys got him after the war, moved us up to just out of their range on the south flank. They were dug in pretty good but that artillery, the mortar, and our hvy machine guns just pounded them with some good ol' Russian metal. Took a while then they started to get disrupted and then one of their Officers went beserk and ran. After that it was like they say that Napy guy's pigs did in 1812. Ran all the way home going wee wee wee. We just plowed on westward.