This is my first Band of Brothers fanfic so read and review, im always open to new ideas.
Prologue-
'We few, we happy few we band of brothers for he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother' William Shakespeare.
? P.O.V
We all had them, the dreams that is, they plagued or nights, they made us tired and to be honest they were really starting to piss me off. We would wake another of the company from whatever hell they were sleeping in and then we would simply sit around the fire in silence every now and again, when the silence got too heavy, someone would say Bastogne or Jackson or something like that we would all nod, we understood how they felt, and then go back to silence.
I had been woken so many times by one of the others I had started to loose count but the difference was when we sat in the silence I would never break it, or speak, in-fact most of the time I didn't even nod I just stared at the flames hoping they would invade my mind and take the images away the people who were hardly there. Others saw a boy screaming for his mother in a cold dark cellar as he died, others felt the biting numbing cold, me I saw the faces of all the Jews in the concentration camps, I heard their words floating in my head. None of the others understood they tried too but they didn't, Luz had tried to have a heart to heart with me so I told him he could stick it were the sun don't shine and fuck the hell off, he just nodded and said
"I get it man" I mean what the fuck he didn't get no one did.
I have a huge problem see when I'm alone I hate it, I crave the company of my brothers, but when im with them I just want them to fuck off and leave me alone.
My name is Joseph D. Liebgott US Army 101st Airborne division, I have been shot in the neck, sat in the snow till I could barely breathe I was so cold, I have survived all the war has thrown at me so far but its this contradiction that's now killing me.
