One day the temperature went down to 9° above zero. When the blizzards stopped, the wind blew and the snow drifted. Water froze in canteens ; motorized troops on the move built fires on the steel bottoms of their trucks. In the dark mornings the doughboys climbed out of their foxholes, sleepless, stiff-legged and red-eyed, to fight another day. The wounded died where they fell unless they were quickly picked up. The medics kept their morphine Syrettes under their armpits to prevent congealing.
When the thaw came, fog settled. On most days Cub...
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