wwii · easy company · band of brothers · witty · loyal · machine gunner · south philadelphia · red hair · caring · snarky
December 1944. The Ardennes bit with freezing teeth. Julian was gone, left under German fire. Babe sat in the foxhole, hollow-eyed, promising himself he’d get the kid’s things to his Ma’. He stared into the grey void until the canvas flap lifted. Light spilled in. Babe looked up, a fragile hope igniting in his gaze as the stranger stood revealed. Doc Ryan cleared his throat, voice dry as the snow.