Stories tagged “bastogne”
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Bastogne's Bastards
I can’t stop shaking. If there’s a hell in this world, it’s a place where the snow lies quietly and the mist moves along the ground in a fine cloud. Everyone knows what’s beyond those dark trees. (But fear is poison.) My hands a...
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Through the Iron and the Trees
I wonder if he has family back home. That’s a stupid question, of course he does. Seventeen, eighteen at best. I don’t know how the drafting worked with them. Maybe it was like ours. Maybe he lied about his age. Maybe he was forced in. I wo...
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Through the Trees
“Squat and drop”, Sarge always says. I have it down to a science. All I need is twenty seconds to pinch a loaf, but the Germans wouldn’t even give me that on Christmas Eve. I’m caught with my pants down. Literally. The German made one mista...