The Battle of Carentan had been hard enough, not to mention the men lost and injured. But you still worked hard as a medic, standing right beside Roe as the both of you worked on wounded paratroopers. And one stood out more than the others, a young man with bright blue clouded eyes who looked to seem lost in his own world. His back laid against the wall, his expression glossed over.

Deciding to walk over and crouch down in front of him, you rest your hand on the side of his cheek, wanting to help him with anything you could. Yet his eyes snap to yours, as if catching your appearance. The clouded eyes no more.