 German flak hit the plains like large hailstones on a tin roof as the paratroopers trod floors slippery with vomit and ready themselves before jumping down, down thousands of feet, sometimes through clouds and fog. They were weighed down by 80 pounds of weapons, ammunition and supplies. And they knew that when they reached the ground, there would be merciless opposition. Lit only by the moonlight. And a lot of them had no idea where they were. Right. How did they even get their legs to move?