Brothers In Arms- Hell-s Highway Page

Billy looked at the bodies. American and German, tangled together in the mud like brothers who had forgotten why they were fighting. “No,” he said. “But I’m still standing.”

When it was over, the field was quiet except for the rain and the moans of the dying. Billy leaned against the smoldering tank, hands shaking. Jake walked over, a fresh gash on his cheek, his uniform torn. Brothers In Arms- Hell-s Highway

The mission was simple: hold the corridor. Keep the road open so British tanks could roll up to Arnhem. But simple was a lie war told you so you’d keep moving. Billy looked at the bodies