It's a cold day in 1945, and even if the freezing temperature doesn't kill ya, all the shrapnel in the air has a pretty good chance of cutting through you. We are going to cut through the woods up ahead of us and attack the Germans. The Germans are brainwashed by that damned Hitler. He got a whole country of people to believe we'll rape their women, kill their people, and dominate their homeland, which of course was not true. It seemed to be the other way around actually. I am with the 101st, Spence Morgan's division, My real name is John
Murphy but they call me Dazz for some reason that is unknown to me. Ya wanna know what gets at me the most? the thought of how no matter what side you're on, or who you are as a fella, you constantly remember that you have a wonderful home, and a nice family back in your homeland. I can't stop thinking about my family, and how i just want to go back home to the states. I can't be focused on that now, I have to keep my mind on winning and surviving this war. It's wintertime, and it's so cold i can't even begin to explain to you how sore my limbs are just from loss of warmth. As soldiers, we have been trained to survive through such temperatures. We sleep in partners in these holes that we dig in the ground at night, so you have somewhere safe and underground to camp out before you continue fighting. My partner's name is Harold Smithers, or Smitty. We went through training with Morgan and Draney, they're both like a couple of little brothers to us. We have a long walk ahead of us to get to those woods. They seem to be about four to five hundreds yards away. We have been ambushed, so we are all running for it to get back up the hill, throwing gear and whatever else. Smitty was ahead of me on the hill, i could see him about twenty yards away. Draney went down, but there was no time to stop. We got to the top of the hill, and luckily We saw Spence. He realized what had happened with Draney, and Pappas had lost Barela. It was a...