But we’re still Squad E. The last light in the northern blizzard.

Forty-eight hours. That’s an eternity when each minute sounds like a sniper’s breath.

Raz asked me yesterday, “How many more bridges do we have to blow up before we can go home?” I didn’t have an answer. He laughed, lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and walked back to his tank. That’s his way. The jokes get louder the closer the mortar shells land.

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But we’re still Squad E. The last light in the northern blizzard.

Forty-eight hours. That’s an eternity when each minute sounds like a sniper’s breath.

Raz asked me yesterday, “How many more bridges do we have to blow up before we can go home?” I didn’t have an answer. He laughed, lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and walked back to his tank. That’s his way. The jokes get louder the closer the mortar shells land.