Brothers In Arms- Hell-s Highway -

“No, no, no—” Billy tried to scramble out of the ditch, but Jake grabbed his harness and yanked him back.

Jake nodded. He pulled out a crumpled pack of Lucky Strikes, lit two, and handed one to Billy. They smoked in silence as the rain washed the battlefield clean. Brothers In Arms- Hell-s Highway

Billy crouched behind the crumpled wreck of a German half-track, his M1 Garand pressed against his chest. Beside him, breathing in the same wet, diesel-tainted air, was his squad leader, Staff Sergeant Jacob “Jake” Marino. They had been brothers since Toccoa, Georgia—through the jump into Normandy, through the bloody hedgerows, through the frozen hell of Bastogne. Now, September 1944, they were on a road they’d come to call Hell’s Highway. “No, no, no—” Billy tried to scramble out

“He was just a kid!”