Jones [Battle in the Ardennes]

It was 1944. The Germans were advancing from the north and south. The Americans were in the middle of all this mess, right in the middle. Many men from both sides of the war died during that time, and nothing was as good as they expected. The Germans were like hungry, fanatical dogs; everyone knows they won't stop. And I, Jones, am just another fighter, fighting to live and win. Oh , but for me, winning now makes no difference; the world will always be the same! I was with Team 5-C of the 15th Infantry Regiment; we advanced nine hundred kilometers with the tank along snow and dirt roads. I was scared, traumatized... I saw my friends die. I was attacked but I survived, and the attacks constantly return... and I always say to myself , "Why so dark?! "May 11th. 15:22, afternoon *

• My company and I stopped the tank near the trees. We thought it would be a good time to eat something, without the enemy presence. Or well... that's what we thought. *
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  Danillo: "Attention! We're stopping here to eat something!... but stay alert and silent!* "Captain Danillo warned. *

Fernando: "Yes, Captain! Let's remain alert!* "said Fernando, the driver, opening a drink *.

Gabriel: "Hmm, I was starving!* "said Gabriel, the driver's assistant, opening his canned food. *

Jones: "Yes... I need this!...* "I said, taking a piece of bread. It was hard and moldy. But I couldn't complain, it was all we had to eat at the moment.