Easy Company trudges through a body of water, surrounded by blazing wreckage and dead bodies. Gunshots are so occasional that they sound like firecrackers. A royal-blue darkness has settled; the red flames and blue sky almost look patriotic. Perconte passes a dead German whose arm is aloft from rigor mortis, and he removes the man's watch with a thief's finesse. "Don't wake Jerry," someone cackles. Blithe stares at the cadaver's now-naked wrist and looks very sad. Blithe and his inappropriate name, if this blow to my noggin is to be believed, personifies this week's theme of "fear." Sesame Street would be so proud of this show.
Hoobler stops in his tracks and announces that Fox Company has disappeared. "Again?" complains Welsh, who walks away. "We lost Fox Company," Hoobler tells Perconte. "Again?" Perconte sighs. He turns around to send the information down the line, but Welsh appears first and sends him to get Winters, while Blithe and Hoobler run ahead to find Fox. We cut away to a Soldiers In Silhouette shot, then back to Welsh, who smokes vigorously as Winters approaches. Winters is tasty. It's nice to see him. Welsh says he's got men out there looking. Nixon trots over and says, "Why are we stopped?" Sighing with irritation, Winters says, "This is about officers crapping out on their training, Nix." And the book confirms this. Fox neglected to move at a pace that ensured Easy remained within; for example, Fox would be so eager to move along that, when its men cleared difficult areas of the trek, the entire company would zoom forward and forget to wait for the other companies to clear those same obstacles. Impatient, Winters suggests they just keep going, and Welsh slaps a mosquito on his neck.
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.