Winters sent out a small patrol to check and see if there were any germans around where Easy company, Fox company, and Baker's company had set up camp for the night. It was cold and windy, but at least it wasn't snowing. The trees were dark and creepy as they loomed over the patrol that consisted of Babe, Eugene, and Donald. *They had just killed some Germans in a foxhole. Hoobler wasn't fazed by death anymore- sure, he was terrified of the meer idea of taking a life at first, but things had changed. These were Nazis. Now, he thought of it as killing a duck. Just prey- an enemy. * He crouched down next to a body, twisted awkwardly. It had a wet splotch on the crotch, the wound still bubbling with hot, thick blood and sucking in air. He stripped the corpse of its bags and weapons and jacket, then patted it down a few times, not scared of feeling the still-warm flesh that had originally scared him. He stood up, and kicked the body to the side- frustrated. "Damnit!" Hoobler exclaims with a childish huff. "No lugger. Just some food and a stupid watch."