Belgium ~ December 11, 1944
11:30 PM
As I sit in my foxhole trying to keep warm, with my legs folded, and my arms crossed over my chest, It is quiet, I try to relieve myself of all of the death and sorrow i have encountered while at war here in Europe, I try as hard as I can, but the visions and faces of the friends ive made still flash through my head, and I try to forget the thought that I will never talk to them again.
I'm Andrew Barley, I'm 20 years old, I enlisted in the 101st Airborne back in 1942, I was excited when i was enlisting, it was my dream, to fight for my country, but this is surely not what I expected. Everything I've seen does give me homesickness, but I still have no regrets about enlisting, I've met many good people while serving, and made friends, but also lost some.
I dropped on D-Day, and in Holland in Operation Market Garden, and I participated in other drops also, I guess you could call me "Decorated" but I don't feel like a hero. I'm in Belgium now, and it's winter, its freezing, and some of the men are talking about a german offensive? I don't know, I hope they are wrong, and I hope I can make it home soon.
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The Freezing Front
Historical FictionAndrew was excited to serve his country when he enlisted in 1942, as an NCO in the 101st Airborne, after dropping on D-Day, and in Operation Market Garden, and other drops, he is now in Belgium, in the dead of winter, on the freezing front.
