Massacre at Malmedy

Drive on recklessly, give no quarter and take no prisoners; everything that comes into our sights should be mown down' - Jochen Peiper. Then the machine-guns started to chatter. The massacre had begun. The prisoners started to fall in groups, as other machine guns joined in the slaughter. They were completely defenseless. Some tried to make a break for it, but were mown down before they'd gone half a dozen yards. Wounded, dead and dying were everywhere in the bloody grass - still the machine guns went on. Ahrens summoned up the last of his strength and staggered off through the wet underbrush, dribbling blood behind him, heading for a town whose name would soon signify to the western world one thing only - massacre. The town called Malmedy. This is the story of the infamous massacre of World War II.