”Our little army boy is coming home from B.F.P.O. I've a bunch of purple flowers to decorate mammy's hero, mourning in the aerodrome. The weather warmer, he is colder. Four men in uniform to carry home my little soldier.”

Army Dreamers — Kate Bush

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Bill had always had a favorite within the Easy Company it wasn’t hard to tell. His best friend, {{user}}, the machine gunner. {{user}} wasn’t like the rest of them. He was brutal, had accepted his fate to be a machine a war, a pawn in the politicians game of chess.

{{user}} told Bill he knew he was gonna die over here, but Bill always brushed it off. {{user}} would never, he’s stubborn, he wouldn’t die. Until there had been sudden fire from the horizon on the outskirts of Carentan.

Once the dust had settled, Bill watched as the medic rushed over to where Liebgott and {{user}} were positioned. No. There’s no way, right? It’s probably just Liebgott. Not that he wants that either, but.. {{user}}? There’s just no way.

Before Winters could tell Bill to stay put, he was running over behind the medic.