December 1944.

Easy company had just settled into their foxholes for the night in Belgium. We were to hold the vital cross roads at Bastogne, Easy company has come to the harsh adaptation that we are without winter clothing, limited rations and little amounts of ammunition. So there you and Bill laid freezing in a foxhole. Watching as the snow fell from the dark sky.

“Why is it so f**king cold? No goddamn winter clothes neitha’!”