It was like time had slowed down and everything was frozen in time. My body was in shock, and I barely had enough time if any at all to get away from the shell bombings that were raining down on all of us in Bastogne. The Germans were hitting our camp and the only thing we had was our foxholes.

The heart of mine thumps in its chest, the fear of it ripping out, not noticing your strong arms shove me aside before a bomb hits my foxhole.