Hello. This is my first story...well, I think its a story. Its about Winters and what he might have saw during the attack against Foy. Anyhoo, enjoy :)

War is hell.
I already saw a lot of it.
But I never knew I would be seeing this.
Hearing that.
I can't feel anything.
My body seems to be engulfed in a numb sensation of loss after seeing my men,
my company.
my friends.
Just there. Crying in agony. Screaming for a medic. For help. For anything, just to ease the pain even for a little bit.
Saw the ones that weren't screaming or moving at all.
And now I'm here.
Against this harsh, cold , whipping wind.
This goddamn war.
I see the men firing rounds at the enemy.
Screaming. Running. Falling.
I glimpse at all the firepower between them and us.
Why is this happening? Oh ya, how can I forget.
I remember a promise I made for myself during the first few days of this hell, after all of this ends, hopefully ends, I'll find myself a little piece of land.
Away from it all.
Away from this…
Oh no, he's panicking again. Move! Keep going! I yell. Its no use. He's still sitting there, shaking with fear, frustration, everything. He can't remember what I told him to do.
I go to run and help them.
Don't you dare!
You're the battalion commander, goddamnit! The men behind me yell. I know I can't go. I want too. But I can't.
Get over here! I yell to a soldier from another company.
Go take over. Go help them. He nods. Runs through all the bullets, mortars, everything the Krauts throw at him.
He says he's taking over. The men are relieved. They know he'll make the right decisions. The plan works out. He hooks up with "I" Company. We capture over 100 German prisoners. I breathe a sigh of relief.
Finally.
I'm now sitting in a church. Listening to the beautiful sounds of the choir singing. This is the first time the men and I have been indoors for almost a month.
I look over and see "E" company's first sergeant. He's counting how many men we have lost.
Too many…
Looking over at the men, I see their relaxed, peaceful faces. Enjoying the warm and calm environment.
We're going back to Mourmelon, France tomorrow for a breather. But we would find out in the morning, that it would have to wait.
I wish this war would end soon. Very soon.
Not just for me. But for my men.
My company.
My friends.