Roe unloads Gordon and follows him into the hospital. The medic there somehow can't quite ascertain what the problem is; Roe flatly states, "He's paralyzed. Can't feel a thing." I thought he felt Donnie on his hand! Dang. Roe then watches a priest administer last rites to a dead man, which disturbs him a bit. "Eugene?" Renée calls to him. She's needed elsewhere, but she doesn't budge, looking quizzically at him. "Are you all right?" she asks. Roe does what he does best -- he looks at her without uttering a word. Unable to dally any longer, Renée darts away to a patient.
Back in the forest, the soldiers get hot soup ladled into metal cups. Roe still sits alone, away from the group; someone thoughtfully brings him soup, which he accepts without even the smallest flicker of recognition. Colonel Sink arrives with another message of morale-boosting cheer: "I'm sitting down to a dinner of turkey and hooch at CP." He fumbles something about missing the Easy cook's rancid beans, but the knife has been twisted. Idiot. He greets Easy and still gets a warm response. Quietly, he tells Winters that Gen. McAuliffe has a Christmas message that the men might want to hear, and Winters defers the pleasure of relaying it to Sink himself. Sink smiles and booms that the General wishes all of them a merry Christmas; he then reads from a piece of paper. "What's merry about all this, you ask? Just this: we've stopped cold everything that's been thrown at us from the north, east, south and west. Two days ago, the German commander demanded our honorable surrender to save the USA-encircled troops from total annihilation. The German commander received the following reply: 'To the German commander: Nuts!'" Easy Company snickers. I guess, in times of desperation, one draws inspiration from wherever one can -- but, whoa. "Nuts"? Crap. "We're giving our country and our loves ones at home a worthy Christmas present. being privileged to participate in this gallant feat of arms, we're truly making for ourselves a merry Christmas," Sink reads, then looks up and echoes that wish from himself. Throughout, Winters has darted concerned glances at the withdrawn and gaunt Roe; as Easy giggles and shouts, "Nuts!" amid gales of laughter, Roe's expression remains serious. He is increasingly miserable, perhaps worried about his destiny, or terrified to lose a man of his own. It's hard to say; the toll of his job is enormous in so many ways.