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Dec. 10th, 2006 01:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
over_europeD-Day+6 and it had finally stopped raining in Normandy. Granted, it was 0130 and regimental headquarters had kept 2d Battalion moving and re-moving all night long after the march through the swamps and the hedgerows had finally ended; they kept changing the god damned boundaries between the 1st and 2d battalions. It became even more difficult when the two battalions kept losing contact in the darkness and the inhospitable tertain. First, regimental HQ said to set up here, then there, and Nix was a little apologetic by the fourth time he brought the order to stop, dig in, and set up machine guns and bazookas. Dick Winters didn't complain. Every other man in the 506th did.
But at least it wasn't raining.
Maybe, Nix thought, shoving his way through the brush in the dark, this would be the last time. He knew better than to hope for it. They still had to cross the Douve River before they would be in place around the town of Carentan for the morning's assault.
Before he could worry about that, though, he had to find his way to Easy Company's position. Pushing through the hedgerows as quietly as possible, which wasn't very quiet, he muttered-sang low as he went.
"We fall upon the risers, we fall upon the grass. We never land upon our feet, we always hit our ass..."
But at least it wasn't raining.
Maybe, Nix thought, shoving his way through the brush in the dark, this would be the last time. He knew better than to hope for it. They still had to cross the Douve River before they would be in place around the town of Carentan for the morning's assault.
Before he could worry about that, though, he had to find his way to Easy Company's position. Pushing through the hedgerows as quietly as possible, which wasn't very quiet, he muttered-sang low as he went.
"We fall upon the risers, we fall upon the grass. We never land upon our feet, we always hit our ass..."
