((For the machine gun, what is the caliber?))
((For Alice's sniper rifle, what is the caliber and scope magnification?))
((What type of Ammo do the shotguns have?))
((Any other relevant information?))
((Dude, I know next to nothing about ballistics and stuff - it's a heavy machinegun, the sniper rifle is good to about 1000 meters, shotgun ammo is buckshot. Technical details will be filled in as needed.))
((Did I see where on the map the AA fire was coming from, at least roughly?))
((He was shot down on his way back to the front. Probably ~10km from your position.))
Head to the top of the hill, keeping low. Use the binoculars to watch the village for anything useful.
You crawl to the edge of the forest to observe. Before you even get out your binoculars, you notice something odd - while most of the fields have obviously not been tended for years, there's some patches of wheat, vegetables, onions... Someone's been gardening. It's not much, certainly not enough to sustain any number of soldiers, but it's quite clear that someone has taken care of these plants.
Just then, a cow walks into your field of vision and drops a pile of manure. Luckily, you're not hit by the splatter.
Looking at the village, you see nothing too unusual: A church in the middle, one or two ruins, and several houses that are quite obviously occupied. Most agricultural buildings are falling apart, not being currently used for anything, but on the right side of the river on a hill you see two barns that must have been erected recently.
Check the condition of flamethrower to ensure there is no fuel leaks or anything as dangerous. Roll myself another cigarette, light it. Hide all my stuff exept shovel and flamethrower under some pine nearby, cover it with leaves and branches. Remember that place. Smoke.
You find a tree with a small cave beneath its roots, which you promptly use to store your stuff. Then you roll it up, light it up, and promptly fall asleep.
You're woken by someone prodding your ribs. You look up, and into the face of an old man carrying two buckets.
"Hah, it's been a year and a half since I last saw that sort of uniform! Mind sharing that smoke? The naval blockade prevents the gentlemen in the village from obtaining much, and so I can't trade for it - must've been six months since my last cig..."
He must be a native - his accent is horrible, but he's not an enemy civilian. This is occupied territory, after all.