Relax soldier, Paris has fallen. You deserve a rest!
In a hard-fought action between valiant British commandos and the hordes of Johnny Hun's jackbooted Wehrmacht, alas, the forces of evil have prevailed. In a rush to take the remains of a small village immediately after it was shelled into oblivion(by one side or the other, or perhaps both), the two squads met on an inauspicious day for the forces of the crown. Unluckily for Sgt Bagley's men, they were unable to hold against the superior numbers of jackbooted thugs toting Hitler's buzzsaws and fire-spitting MP40s. The huns with rifles were not the problem, as the King's Enfields held their own, but before long, the combined weight of fire, as well as the numbers of Krauts rapidly occupying the ruins of the building, forced the king's men into an orderly retreat, leaving a number of dead on the field, including their officer and medic.
Heinrich's eating sauerkraut sandwiches in that hamlet tonight.