“Remember Washkowiak, we’re just ordinary men thrust into extraordinary circumstances,” Marshall said. “Each one of us deals with this his own way. As for me, I didn’t ask for this shit, but I sure as hell don’t plan on standing in it for too long.”
Bobby wasn’t exactly sure what Marshall had meant with “each one of us deals with this his own way.” He wasn’t sure what “this” was supposed to mean. Did he mean the war itself or men sent into harm’s way must find their own way?
Dammit sarge, what the hell did you mean?
There was a bright flash and explosion as a mortar round landed not far from Bobby and Harold’s foxhole. They both had gotten down in time before hot metal and pulverized earth and ice filled the air.