Blithe and Hoobler trudge through the brush, panting and smacking bugs. Blithe fights mosquitoes with more zeal than he's put into fighting Germans. After a moment of panic, the duo hears the flash/thunder signal and realizes a nearby cracking twig was under the boot of a Fox Company soldier. "Where you all been?" FoxMan asks. He looks incredibly stupid...stupid like a fox! No, actually, he does look thick as four planks and half as personable. Blithe starts back to tell Easy that Fox has been located. He turns and meanders slowly toward Easy, but freezes when he catches sight of a helmet hiding behind a tree. The hat sits atop the head of a stationary German soldier half-hidden against a tree trunk. Clumsily fumbling for his gun, Blithe trembles ferociously, an earthquake on legs. "He's dead, Private," Winters's voice says, shortly before he appears in body. "Did you find Fox Company?" Blithe nods. "I...thought he...had me," stammers Blithe, sweating almost as many bullets as the Germans fired on D-Day. And if there's one thing Blithe needs, it's more friction for his fraying nerves. The German corpse looks like a papier-mâché man, although he's got a funky gleaming eyeball that's admittedly extremely creepy. He died upright and stiffened that way. Incidentally, that very statement could somehow explain a lot about Hugh Hefner's continued and busy sex life. Nixon appears in Winters's wake, as has become his custom, and identifies the German as an enemy paratrooper. "Division thinks there's a regiment of them holding Carentan," Nixon says. "There's one less to worry about," Winters deadpans. Blithe doesn't seem to appreciate that too much, but then again, Blithe's sense of humor is getting a good night's sleep in a bunk bed back in England. Nixon sees some Edelweiss on the dead man's lapel, and says it only grows in the Alps above the tree line -- meaning the guy climbed up there to pick it himself, which I suppose means he's resilient and had a good, solid pair of hiking boots. "It's supposed to be the mark of a true soldier," Nixon says. The eye of the German glints as we fade to black.