There wasn't a lot to do in this village. Not that it bothered Babe. Hell, he'd whiled away plenty of hours freezing in a foxhole in Bastogne with nothing but the entertainment of the person beside him. It didn't mean he wouldn't like a bit of variety here, of course ( Read more... )

from here

( John and Babe )

from hereThere was part of him that wondered how he ended up here, and if it was even right. After all, with what had just happened ( Read more... )

after thisHe'd been doing well, so damn well. It had been weeks since he'd had one of those dreams - nightmares really. Weeks since he'd seen the camps, those hollow sunken cheeks and those eyes - it was the eyes that got him. The way they'd barely looked human, some of them ( Read more... )

He'd been angry when he'd gotten back to the room. Angry and hurt, sick of getting pushed away, every damn time. Oh, sure, there was always a reason, but to Babe, that didn't matter. There would always be a reason, wouldn't there ( Read more... )