He was laying down in his foxhole thinking. Pondering on what life would have been like if this war had not started. Would he have still had his job in California, would he have met another woman, what would have happened? He breathed out slowly, watching his breath appear in the cold, crisp air. Consumed in his thoughts, he was broken out of them by a soft sound. Normally, here in Bastogne, you hear a lot of noises, but this one was different. It was almost heartbreaking, yet he had no clue what it was. Again, he heard it. It sounded like a whimper.
Getting out of his foxhole, he looked around to see what could be making that sound. He got up, his boots ever so carefully crunching on the gleaming white snow; he then walked towards the sound. He wanted to help his poor comrade who he knew was crying in their foxhole. You see, he is a very complex character. Snarky, sarcastic, and filled with anger towards others, but that was only because he wished not to portray his caring and compassionate side which lead to the emotions such as anger to be reflected towards his fellow soldiers. Not looking at who made the noise, he jumped into the foxhole and sat next to the mourning fellow. Closing his eyes, he just sat there, for sometimes just your presence calms another. He then felt a warm touch on his shoulder, like someone was laying their head there.
Looking down, he realized in shock that the mourning soldier was his girlfriend, Maggie. She was indeed crying, completely opening herself up to him, which was not her personality at all. She was a sarcastic, funny, loud, independent individual. Yet all the men loved her as a baby sister, well except for him, because he loved her in a different way. He then wrapped his arms around her, giving her love and comfort as she was completely torn, for reasons he knew not off. He guessed that this was her breaking point. When all the events of this terrible war crashed upon her and all he could do was love her. She cried softly into his arms. After almost an hour, she looked up with her bloodshot eyes and very quietly said, "I love you, Lieb." Lying back down in his arms, she lulled into the world of dreams, away from everything. Smiling, he kissed her ever so lightly on the head, as he too, went into a dreaming sleep.