As things wind down, Blithe spies a pack of Germans fleeing the scene. But I reckon they'll be back. Easy should act with extreme caution if they see a giant wooden bunny on the outskirts of town tonight. Blithe, of course, knows the devils of the Trojan Bunny, so he takes aim and wills one of the men to run within his sights. There is total silence as Blithe focuses, shoots, and hits the man in the abdomen. As the man doubles over and sways, a tank drives past; once it's gone, so is the wounded man. A lone helmet rolls from the vicinity and out into the battlefield. Liebgott offers Welsh a smoke, because it was good for him, too. Back to Blithe, who collapses against the side of his foxhole with a huge sigh. Someone from the 2nd Armored trots over to check on him. "Looks like you fellas had a helluva fight!" Pvt. Cheerful calls out. Blithe staggers to his feet, stares at Cheerful for a second, then proceeds dazedly across the knoll.
The grass is littered with blood puddles. Blithe reaches the corpse of a man who died with his eyes open, and the private stares into them for a second before pilfering an Edelweiss blossom from the dead Nazi's lapel. Affixing it to his own uniform, Blithe zzzZZZZzzz. Whaaa? Oh, shoot. I nodded off. Is Winters naked? No? Dang.
D-Plus-25. Easy has advanced, and creeps toward an abandoned farmhouse for reasons unknown. But Nixon reassures us that "we need to know what's in there," and since he exists for plot exposition right now, we accept his words as truth. We absolutely must check out that calm and empty-looking house that is definitely crawling with gun-toting Germans. I know its job is to sniff out and snuff out the enemy, but Easy is starting to look like the buxom heroine who, while alone in the country with a killer on the loose, hears a noise in her darkened house and goes downstairs to investigate with nothing but a paper clip and a candle.