Jo
Bastogne was cold. Cold like Hades at least that is how I imagined Hades would be like. Rumbling thru the Belgian forest in the back of a jeep made me think of Hades.
France, Germany, Holland and Africa had been bad, but Belgium was Hades.
I knew he was there a couple of kilometers to the right from me, I could just slip out of the jeep and in a matter of minutes, and I could be with him.
The Jeep dropped me of in front of a face building. The smell of burning buildings, poverty and desperation burnt my nose like acid, under normal circumstance this part of Bastogne was a nice family part of the once thriving Belgian town, but now the destruction caused by the Germans…well Bastogne wasn't as nice as it was the last time Jo had been by.
Jo sighed and knocked on the door and an opening in the door sprung open. "The eagle screams" Jo said the password and the door opened. The guard walked her up the stairs and opened the door to a dark room. A group was pouring over a map. I took a step forward the group shuffled so I could get a look at the map. The map, divided into sections with various company names scribbled on them. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed that the part closes to the action. Easy Company that meant he was out right smack in the middle of the action and I knew he probably wasn't taken care of himself.
"Agent Stein your task will be to make contact with the 506 1st battalion and report on troop actions" I nodded and turned around. I left the building and flagged down a jeep with a priest in it.
Nixon
I pulled back the tarp covering my foxhole. The sight that met me was the one of my best friend dick Winters.
"Rise and shine Nix the preacher is on his way" I frowned, but resisted the urge to pull the tarp back over my foxhole and sleep. Sleep and dream of Jo.
The distinct sound of a jeep sounded thru the forest. I turned, there were two soldiers in the jeep or one soldier and one SOE agent, the mixture of uniform and civilian clothes gave it away.
I blinked because the agent was someone I knew on an intimate level it was her, it was Jo. I couldn't move and I just stood there and waited for the jeep to stop. The preacher stopped the jeep, Jo walked towards me, and all I could do was open my arms to her.
Jo
When the jeep stopped, I was reluctant to get out of the jeep, but when I saw Lew open his arms, I was out and in his arms in less than 20 seconds. I hugged him and I felt him kissing the top of my head.
I loved him I knew that. I had loved him from the first night and every time I left him, I died a little.
Lew whispered in my ear "seeing you here, dressed like that explains a lot, but we still need to talk"
I leaned against his chest and smiled and just nodded I knew Lew would want to know everything and I was willing to tell him what I could, but I knew I would have to leave him again and again, but I would always find him. No matter where the war took us, I would always find him.