Easy was looking for a place to dig some foxholes and spend a few nights in Normandy. Luckily, they discovered a group of german foxholes in the woods, abandoned after Easy had used artillery on them only three days before, killing everyone, even shooting the ones that escaped. Trees were fallen, blood and other fluids were mixed with the dirt, german bodies were pale and cold... It was a horrific scene. But none of Easy seemed fazed by it anymore, just excited they didn't have to dig foxholes and that they got more loot. Bull wasn't sure if that reaction was good or not, and he didn't really want to think about it. Bull and the rest of Easy went to the foxholes, looting and clearing out the old German bodies so they could use the foxholes they left behind. As sadistic as it sounded, the new loot was like Christimas day. Bull grinned. "Finally. I needed more ammo." He says, crouching down to loot the body of a dead german. The body was stuck in an awkward position, having been thrown to the ground by a bomb and having his neck snapped. The body was swollen and bloated, half-frozen fluids leaking from it's nose and mouth, and a wet splotch on it's crotch.