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The rain in the Ardennes didn’t fall; it hammered. It turned the foxholes into freezing tubs of muck and misery, chilling men to the marrow of their bones.

Eugene Roe sat with his back against the wet bark of a pine tree, his knees pulled to his chest. He didn’t look like a soldier anymore. His uniform was a patchwork of dirt and dried blood, his face hollowed out by a week of relentless shelling in the Bois Jacques. He was a medic, which meant he was the one constant in a world that had gone completely mad.

Roe watched the treeline. He could see the breath of the men from Easy Company drifting up like ghosts in the gray twilight. They were holding the line, barely.

A whistle screamed through the air—incoming.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The earth convulsed. Dirt and splinters showered down. Roe didn’t think; his body just moved. He grabbed his bag and scrambled toward the sound of agony.

He found Lorraine in a crater that smelled of sulfur and raw earth. The kid was young, too young, clutching a leg that was no longer recognizable.

"Doc?" Lorraine whimpered, his eyes wide and glassy. "I can't feel my foot." bandofbrotherss011080pblurayx264ctrlhd

Roe didn't answer with words. He moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had done this a thousand times. Tourniquet. Morphine. Sulfanilamide. His hands were steady despite the shaking of the ground. He tied the knot, his fingers working by memory.

"You're okay, soldier," Roe murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper that barely carried over the wind. "You're doing good. Just breathe."

He wasn't okay. Roe knew the reality of the wound, but the lie was the only medicine he had left. He dragged Lorraine to the aid station, passing through a gauntlet of twisted trees and shattered bodies, returning to the line just as the darkness swallowed the forest whole.

Later that night, the shelling stopped, leaving a silence that was louder than the noise. Roe returned to his hole, shivering violently. He was out of morphine. He was almost out of bandages. But mostly, he was out of himself.

The flap of a tent opened, and Captain Winters emerged. He looked tired, the kind of tired that sleeps in the bones. He carried a steaming canteen cup.

"Roe," Winters called out softly, stepping over the duckboards.

Roe looked up, his eyes dark circles of exhaustion. "Sir." The rain in the Ardennes didn’t fall; it hammered

"Drink," Winters said, handing him the cup. It was hot coffee, thick and bitter. "Heard you got Lorraine back."

"He made it to the hospital," Roe said, taking the cup. The heat seeped into his frozen fingers, a shock of pain that felt like life. "Don't know if he'll keep the leg."

"You did your job, Gene," Winters said, his voice firm but kind. "That's all a man can do."

Roe looked into the black liquid. "I ran out of plasma today. Had to watch Malarkey's squad wait for nothing."

Winters crouched down, leveling his gaze with the medic. "We are holding this line. The Germans are broken, even if they don't know it yet. You keep these boys alive, I’ll worry about the supplies. You hear me?"

Roe nodded slowly. "Yes, sir."

Winters stood up, patting Roe on the shoulder—a rare gesture of physical contact from the stoic Captain. "Get some sleep, Doc. Dawn comes early." Later that night, the shelling stopped, leaving a

Roe watched the Captain walk back into the gloom. He took a sip of the coffee. It burned his throat, but it grounded him. He looked out over the foxholes, seeing the shapes of his brothers huddled against the cold. They were dirty, they were frightened, and they were breaking, but they were still there.

He finished the coffee and closed his eyes, listening to the wind howl through the trees. He was out of everything—supplies, strength, hope—but as long as there was a cry of "Medic!", he would be there. That was the unspoken contract of the brotherhood. He tightened his grip on his empty bag and waited for the dawn.

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