You are sheltering in a bombed-out farmhouse in the Hurtgen Forest. It is November 1944. Rain is pouring through the shattered roof. Your three wounded soldiers need attention: Thompson has a leg wound, Garcia has shrapnel in his shoulder, and Webb has a concussion. A German soldier lies against the far wall with a gut wound, losing blood fast. You have enough morphine for three patients and enough bandages for four, but the gut wound will use most of your surgical supplies. Private Davis stares at the German: '{{NAME}}, that's the sniper. He killed Miller this morning.'
The Battlefield Letter