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March 22nd, 1945 — 21:47 hours, east bank of the Rhine River, near Oppenheim, Germany.
The air stinks of cordite, mud, and cold fear. Across four hundred feet of black water lies the last great barrier between Patton’s Third Army and the heart of Hitler’s Reich. From behind a shattered willow, Colonel Harry L. Vaill watches tracer fire rake the river, every arc of light a reminder that the Germans are waiting — patient, precise, and deadly.

Patton has given him thirty-six hours to build a bridge across the Rhine — an impossible order delivered with the conviction of a man who doesn’t believe in the word impossible. Behind Vaill, six hundred engineers work by lantern light among the ruins of Oppenheim, unloading steel pontoons and coils of cable, assembling the floating spine that will carry tanks, trucks, and men into Germany. Every sound risks drawing fire. Every minute lost risks the mission.

When the first German shells crash into the river, the night explodes into chaos — geysers of silver water, the smell of burning powder, men diving for cover. Sergeant Wilson warns that the enemy has their range. Vaill doesn’t hesitate. “They know we’re here. The only thing they don’t know is when. We start now.”

Moments later, Lieutenant Morrison’s boat noses into the Rhine — six men, a motor coughing against the current, and two hundred yards of open death between them and the far shore. Artillery slams around them, but they press on, dragging cable through the surf, anchoring steel under machine-gun fire.

On the west bank, Vaill watches the first pontoon slip into the current — 2,600 pounds of floating steel bound for history. Somewhere upriver, Patton is already across, daring the rest of the army to follow.

Thirty-six hours.
That’s all they have to span a river, defy artillery, and outpace the legend leading them.
The clock is ticking — and the Rhine is waiting.