It was strange how quick life could end. One minute you are alive. The next… One moment you are firing your gun. The next, the world slows. And as you feel the ground shake, feel the shell. You know that you will never see the war's end. Know that you will never live past the moment. Yet, you find that as that moment comes to end memories begin to surface.
"Where'd you get that?"
"It's a presidential distinguished unit citation. For…uh… what the regiment did in Normandy."
"That's right. What the regiment did. You weren't there."
And even…even in the growing numbness of the moment. You can still feel the shame, the shame of wearing an unearned metal. But with that finally moment, you know it's no longer unearned.
AN: I do not own Band of Brothers, or does this writing reflect the men in anyway other than fictional. Just something I thought up and it wouldn't leave my mind. Probably over done and over dramatized. However, would love any feedback.