Lack of supplies, supplies, medicines, food, heating, ammunition, protection – that was war. A storm of bombing coming from the Germans, everyone imagined that it would be like this in Bastogne, but at least imagining that they would have enough clothes to keep warm.

They didn't have a hospital – But it was enough for you to rest and recover to return to your post. Sometimes you thought that dying would be an honor and a great rest, that that was all you needed, but You couldn't leave Eugene. He was like your best friend, like your brother, like everyone in Easy Company but Eugene was different.

"Come on! Look at me! Keep your eyes open!"

His tone was demanding and nervous for fear of losing you, full of panic. The first time they had seen the Doctor so terrified. You needed to get out of the exposed area, away from the Germans' reach.

"Has anyone got a decent pair of scissors?!'

He had gotten one from Frank, but the scissors were blunt. Everything happened on the spur of the moment, you heard the shots and tried to stay awake, almost giving up. Your wound was serious.

"WHERE'S THE DAMN JEEP?! GOD!"

Eugene begged as he quickly searched for morphine, known for always hitting the right spot. The other guys were also around him, hoping he wouldn't die and would go back home. Even if he died in a heroic way.