Webster winces while his leg is bandaged. "'They got me.' Can you believe that? Can you believe I said that?" he groans, overcome with the triteness of it all. He limps to his feet and cheerfully bids farewell to his comrades. Meanwhile, Nixon arrives on the scene and gets a report from one of the officers: "The Germans were flooding back towards the ferry crossing when we hit them with artillery. It was like a turkey shoot. Then they hit us with 88s, zeroed in on this crossroad. Lucky, though, only twenty-two wounded." Nixon snorts, "Lucky?" and makes a beeline for Winters.

A brow, furrowed; Winters, seated.

In his flashback, Winters is also seated, this time on a field by a wooden fencepost. He's staring at the carnage. Nixon crouches next to him and tries to be supportive, asking about his pal's health and the man who died. "Dukeman," Winters says sadly. "Dukeman," repeats Nixon, pretty sure he doesn't know who the hell that is. "Well, you're looking at two full companies of the SS out there, fifty dead, another hundred wounded...that's not bad, for Dukeman." Winters is too noble to think that way, so he asks Nixon for a drink...of water, but oh, that Winters scamp had us all going for a second! Nixon sniffs his canteen, proclaims it alcohol-free, and hands it to Winters. Although, I hate to point out, Steve Sanders pulled the same scam on Brandon Walsh, with disastrous consequences...but, as Winters gulps safely, it seems there's no such chicanery here.

Col. Sink explains in Spanish that the...whoa, Spanish? Somehow, my VCR switched into SAP mode. Okay. Bless the captioners. He says the 363 Volksgrenadier hit the town of Opheusden early that morning at exactly same time "your SS" made a run for the battalion command post. Apparently, the 506th third battalion got creamed and 2nd battalion took a brutal hit; Major Horton, who helps run the battalion, died trying to organize a defense. "Major Horton is dead?" Nixon clumsily exposits. Sink wants no more of this inane dialogue, so he grabs Winters for a moment alone. "How would you feel about handling the battalion?" he asks Winters, who blinks and says, "Sir?" Sink sighs. "I'm moving you up to executive officer, 2nd battalion." Winters smiles that he's certain he could command the men in the field. "You're a solid tactician and a good leader," Sink praises him. "Don't worry about the admin." Suddenly, it hits Winters just what this promotion means -- giving up Easy. "Moose Heyliger will command Easy," Sink informs him. Winters nods sadly and agrees with the selection. This explains his earlier reticence to contribute to strategy; clearly, his XO position has entangled him in more admin snarls than he thought. And, incidentally, Heyliger was not really the first choice; an unnamed officer came in first and failed to win the respect of his men; he was fired.