"This damned cold!"
The men of my squad are cold, worn out, and short on sleep. We've been fighting for days and our advance seems to be challenged at every step. Just when we think we can take a breather, we're at it again. Thwack!! Mortar fire and we all take cover. We have to keep moving. We advance, running as fast as we can covered in layers of... [click here for more] |