Category: daily drabble
Disclaimer: I don't own Band of Brothers. This is entirely fictional and based off the characters as portrayed in the miniseries, not the men themselves. I mean no offense to these men, whom I respect very much.
A/N: written for challenge 21a, 'escape'
Dick's gaze is like heat on my skin, even in the frozen hell of Bastogne, with every drink I take.
Doesn't he get it? After all this time, doesn't he realize that it's my escape, my way out of this frozen hell?
It's always been. First from all the pomp and circumstance of owning a town and then from Sobel's delicate ministrations at Toccoa. Then from the memories of jumps under tracer fire, the burning hulks of planes and friends, the bullet that should have left me on the ground permanently. Now from cold and pain and death and living.