takes place Dec. 8th

[guinea_trap]

"Incoming! Take cover!"

Lipton's shout barely made it to Bill's ears as the shelling started. The men ran for their foxholes as blasts went off around them. Dirt and smoke filled the air, trees burst apart, the ground shook, light blazed through the forest.

"Find some cover! Find a foxhole!Bill was already in one, had been busy fortifying it with

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[le_traiteur]

It's been snowin' all day long, and I hate it. The cold goes right through to bone, puts me in mind of Bastogne. We've all been in a funk today, and we all know why even if we ain't sayin'. That's why when I hear that faint voice, I think maybe I'm hearin' things

[guinea_trap]

Bill could hardly hold himself up when Roe came outta nowhere, or at least it seemed that way. Weird as everything else had been since he woke up it wasn't surprising. He couldn't even begin to process how Roe looked...clean. Healthy. It didn't make sense. It was probably the leg, he was hallucinating.

"Hey Doc," Bill said, cracking a smile despite the pain. "Took y'long enough." He paused to breathe, to let Roe do this thing. The pain was beyond anything he'd ever felt, he wasn't even sure he could keep himself from passing out again. He just had to know one thing. "You get Joe already? He okay?"

[remnantofjoseph]

If he watched Gene milling about in his haste, it wasn't out of apathy, or even the shock--the shock was leaving him empty-headed save the sound of Bill's voice and the knowledge that he could only get in Gene's way while he was gathering his things. It wasn't until Gene was already out the door that he went into their room, to see if there was anything Gene left behind.

His bag was gone, but if Bill was crying for a medic, Joe could only imagine a handful of reasons. There wasn't time to weigh the possibilities or compare the voice they heard to the one in the video, he assumed the worst and knew Gene wasn't going to fix that up on his own. He grabbed one of the new quilts from their bed and bundled it over his arm, checking the straps of his wooden leg before he followed Gene out into the snow. There wasn't enough of it to strand him at the house, just enough to give him a clear trail to follow

[guinea_trap]

Just as the question had passed Bill's lips there he was. There was Joe, and he was fine. There wasn't even a speck of blood to be seen, more than that he was walking. Bill barely had a chance to take in the wooden leg before Joe was wrapping him in a quilt. A quilt.

"What the fuck is goin' on here!?" he said in a burst, grabbing Joe's jacket in one gloved hand. He looked from Joe to Roe, eyebrows drawn in a mix of anger and confusion. "Doc? Why do you have a reindeer on your shirt?"