It gets lonely in foxholes.

Dick was not sure if he was trying to lose himself or find himself. Was he forgetting or remembering?

Not all of the things reminding Babe of home have been positive. One-shot, Babe character study.

Now your life is here. It's serving with these men. It's eating at arms length away from the rotting corpse of the man you laughed with the day before. It's mourning over the unexpected death of your best friend. It's following orders into what everyone knows to be a suicide mission, but not complaining once, because that's who you are.

Richard Winters had faith in God, had respect for women, enjoyed the little things life offered him making the best out of them; Richard Winters didn't like alcohol, or the smell cigarettes left on the clothes; Richard Winters was a farm boy, who had entered the Army because his Country needed him. But Richard Winters doesn't exist anymore, and Lewis Nixon misses him a lot.

Dick is a lot soberer than Nix is, if that's even a word. winters/nixon implied with the force of an anvil

There was always something about him that got your pulse racing. Slash, Winters/Roe.

It is not the first time in his life that he wishes he were not so practiced in the art of restraint. Roenee.

Nixon waits out the end of the war. Slash.

Nixon in Bastogne.

Nixon, Winters, buzz of whiskey, taste of cool night, depth of Germany. Slash. Mild swearing and sex.