Title: Who
Knew
Fandom: Band of Brothers
The feeling was a hollow ache - in the area between his heart and stomach. It would hit him over and over again...
They were gone, blown to nothing in their foxhole. Malarkey knew it and didn't want to remember, didn't want to even acknowledge their memory...
Sometimes that bitterness would take over the loss, the deep sadness that would weigh his body down everyday. He would hate them for leaving him. Leaving him here, in this frozen hell while they continued to push the line forward.
They weren't his friends. But he knew it was a lie - a lie that would only bring those unwanted tears in his eyes he couldn't let the others see.
Especially when he found a note that Skip had somehow snuck into his bag, addressing him as his 'best buddy - or my crazy Irish bastard'. A smile came through the mist before him, 'Heh - sonofabitch.'