AU/ I got bored of my other story so I deleted it and I'll probably to do rewrite soon. But I do have this brand new one!
This is based on the George Luz in the HBO miniseries, so no disrespect. I also own nothing except for my OC's and storyline and that type of stuff. Please review! Rated T for swearing and minor sexuality in further chapters.
"Hey Jos, remember this?" the distinguished voice of George Luz echoed off the giant and aged trees. The sixty-five year old woman's eyes flickered to where her husbands index finger pointed. A collapsed tree lay in the distance, it was broken in several different pieces, as if a momentous bolt of lighting sent by Zeus had struck it. The inside of the tree, which once had been a blinding color of beige was now a dirty grey, scarred and withered by age.
"That must have been when the Krauts got us hard with artillery," He continued, and his powerful voice started weaken and blend in with ominous quiet of the woods. However, the woman did not listen to his words, purposefully. She didn't want to think about what happened, nor remember it. She swallowed the large lump in her throat that had magically appeared and could begin to feel tears sting the creases of her eyes. He felt George's eyes on her, and turned away from him.
"C'mon Jos, don't cry," He said, and his normally loud and crude voice had shifted into a sweet and concerned tone, which Josephine Luz always loved to hear. He quickly grabbed her hand and started to pull her closer to him.
She looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, and even at sixty-five they had the same spark in them as they did when he was five years old. However, now they had a touch of pain to them, and were starting to accumulate tears.
"Just this is where… Where…"
She couldn't finish her sentence. Her memory drifted back to the December of 1944, here in the Ardennes forrest. Here is what changed her. Here was the feelings of pain, fear and suffering that could not be erased from her mind. Out of the hundreds of cries for help she heard, it made her heart break to think that she only could have reached a few of the soldiers with pale, dirty faces, complete with blood running down their jump wings. These were images she could not erase from her mind.
She tried to clear the rock in her throat.
"George, can we go now?"
Her voice came out like a broken music-box. She now realized that George had tears coming out too.
"Yeah, let's go."
He grabbed her hand and they began to walk over the carpet of snapping twigs and pine needles that lay at their feet.
"Hey Jos," said George, his head raised, taking one last look at his surroundings.
"Yeah?"
"At least there's one good thing that came out of this shit-hole."
"What's that?"
He grinned wickedly, the same grin he had kept since childhood. "We fell in love."
She laughed. "You asshole, I've been in love with you since the ninth grade."
He put a smile back on her face with his hearty laugh. "Is that so, Tiger?"
The childhood nickname made her ears go red, and brought a fuzzy feeling to her insides. It was true, her forever crush on George Luz dated way back from Bastogne. Even past their hilarious antics in Georgia, past their struggle to fit in as adults when coming of age in Rhode Island.
As they reached the mouth of the forest, both now elderly people turned around and took one last look at the place they both remembered as hell on earth. A jumble of memories and mixed emotions entered the both of them, ones they had always tried to forget. Taking the final glimpse of the forest Josie closed her eyes and tried to remember how they both ended up there.