French town of Neuville, June 9th, 1944. Captain Miller's squad was holed up in an abandoned church for the night. Jackson was the first to fall asleep, as usual. Reiben glanced at Jackson.

"I don't get how he does it. It's lights out as soon as his head hits the pack for him."

He said. Mellish shifted his sitting position, listening.

"Clear conscience."

Wade said, glancing up from his journal. Reiben remembered something.

"Hey, how's that saying go? 'If God is on our side, who the hell is on theirs?'"

Reiben said. Upham turned around from where he'd been wallowing silently on a pew.

"If God be for us, who could be for against us?"

Upham corrected softly. Reiben, who didn't exactly like Upham, rolled his eyes.

"And what'd I say?"

He asked sarcastically. Wade, who'd been writing in his journal on another pew, spoke without looking up.

"Well, actually, the trick to falling asleep is trying to stay awake."

Wade said quietly.