An explosion jolts Roe awake. Aware something vaguely resembling feces might be hitting the Allied fan, Roe scrambles out of his hole, tries to get his bearings, then staggers off into the fog to make his rounds. Suddenly, planes zoom overhead. Men sprint toward them, cheering; canisters of red smoke explode along a clearing to cover them, and I'm pretty sure that, yet again, standing behind a bright red plume of smoke is hardly the way to be inconspicuous. Donnie shouts to Roe that these are American C-47s, and they're making a drop. Aid has arrived.

Parachutes drape all over Bastogne buildings, carrying boxes crammed with cargo. Renée spots them and looks delighted. Donnie and Roe arrive in a Jeep, backed by a few other men, to grab whatever they can to reinforce their medics and their men. Roe briefly juggles a box, but stops moving when he spies Renée gently ministering to a dying soldier. She transfixes him. Good thing he's holding something large. Suddenly, he sees her respond to a frantic shriek for medical aid; putting down his box, Roe runs after her and into a large room that's empty but for Renée and a devastatingly wounded man. They speak in French, which doesn't help me to figure out what's wrong, but from what I gather, the man is bleeding out and she needs to put pressure on his chest while Roe grabs the artery. This entails slipping his hand inside a hole in the man's belly and reaching up toward the heart. Quickly, this episode has reinforced my decision to leave med school to the brave and the iron-stomached masses. I can barely look. Blood and goo leak all over his chest; Roe looks like he's in up to the elbow, reaching around for the right artery. The man's mouth froths with blood. "Anna!" screams Renée. Another nurse enters and tries to help manage the large dying patient, but it's futile: Renée looks at Roe, who sees in her eyes that it's over and then turns to the man himself for confirmation. Sure enough, his eyes are glassy and he's still. Angry and distressed, Roe yanks his hand out and curses. He and Renée stare into each other's eyes, wordless, unable to look away. Renée's lip trembles. Roe simply stares. "Get a room," croaks the dead man.