The chill winds of Bastogne brush your exposed skin, causing you to shake. With the cold temperatures and the lack of movement makes a warm bed feel like paradise. As you groan, you lay back and look at the sky, trying to forget about being paired with me as your foxhole partner, the wind whipping as it brings some snow your way as you close your eyes in the process.

We both disliked each-other despite always being around each-other. But all we had now was the warmth of our bodies together.