Band of brothers

Richard winters

Lilytotel12
*apologise for my French in advance*
I sat in my foxhole freezing cold as fresh snow started to fall.My mind wanted to rest but it wouldn't let me as I was worried for the rest of my company.I was worried about loosing more men."Elena" someone said shaking me."Huh what" I said."I said are you okay" it was winters."Oh Yea I'm fine thanks" I say rubbing my eye."You seem tired , you should sleep" He said.I just nodded as he slowly got up to leave.On nights like this , I think back to my mother , she was French , I grew up in France for the first few years of my life
{flashback to before elena joined the war}

"Elena c'était stupide tu vas te faire mal"

"maman je suis désolé je n'avais pas d'autre Choice"

"je comprends mais il y a d'autres moyens de gagner de l'argent"

"c'est pour le mieux"

{flashback ends}

I slowly fall asleep finally as my brain finally decided to let me rest after that long and dragging day. I had an odd sleep that night , my kind kept wondering to a man that had a spot in my heart that No one knows off. I wasn't sure if he just thought of me as just the other easy company intelligence officer or something more than that.

The next morning I awoke and it was just as cold and the night before.My wrist seemed to ache like something had been lightly jagging into it like a needle or a thorn.I look down to see a name.It read Richard winters.Their was a tale that in times of distraught or discouraged of heart a name appears on your wrist that is someone that is to bring you happiness or lift of spirits.I had always thought it to be a myth but maybe it wasn't just that....