Sure enough, Dike is snoozing in his foxhole. He's alone, which strikes me as a mistake, because shouldn't one awake person be there to make sure a German doesn't march up to the sleeping Easy CO and rip a bullet through his forehead? ["Or poo on him?" -- Wing Chun] Roe wakes him and begs for the aid kit because he's so short on supplies. Dike obliges, but does ask, "What happens if I get hit?" Roe assures him, "I'll be there, sir." Dike hands over the kit and intones, "I don't plan on getting hit." Roe smiles and dashes away. He encounters a coughing Heffron. "Hey, Heffron, you okay?" Roe asks. Heffron snaps that he's sick and tired of being called by his surname. "Edward, right?" Roe tries, confused. "'Edward,' are you serious?" screams Heffron. "Only the goddamn nuns call me 'Edward.'" And they only call him that when he calls them "goddamn nuns." Roe is very unsettled and gingerly asks whether Babe has any morphine. Babe snaps that he's already been asked that. "I don't recall," Roe says gently, and sadly. Tempers are flaring.

Next up is Gordon's foxhole, where Roe slides in and covers the gap through which he entered. Gordon passes him a handful of syrettes, joking that 3rd platoon ponied up its contraband. Roe is grateful, accepting the hot coffee Gordon offers and visibly brightening when the man whispers that Perconte has scissors. "And check on Joe Toye...he's missing something," Gordon adds. Roe replies that he understands, but just isn't capable of providing the love of a good woman.

Toye is stationed at the OP, a special watch post. Roe bellies up to the edge of the hole and checks on Toye and Earl McClung, whose name indicates that he should run home and open a diner that serves killer meatloaf. Seriously, Earl McClung sounds so down-home. Toye brushes off the inquiries until Roe demands to see his feet. "Where are your boots?" demands Roe. "In Washington, up General Taylor's ass," grouses Toye. Roe is irritated, so Toye gives the real reason: "I took off my boots to dry my goddamn socks, and they got blown to hell, okay?" Roe kindly asks what size he wears. "Nine, just like everybody else," he sighs. Wow, poor Toye. It's absolutely bone-cold out there, and he's forced to go shoeless because of an ill-timed blast from the enemy.