Hypothermically Speaking
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Once the initial shock wore off and resignation set in, it became a contest to see who was the most miserable.

“I’m s-so cold,” Toye said through chattering teeth, “I’d skin a Kraut an’ w-wear ‘im like a coat.”

I’m so fuckin’ cold,” said Guarnere, “I’d g-gut a Kraut an’ crawl inside ta get warm.”

Roe crouched down at the edge of the foxhole, rubbing his frosty hands. “Ah’m so cold,” he drawled in his Louisiana accent, “Ah’d take dick from a dozen Krauts at th’ same time.”

Toye and Guarnere stared up at the medic.

Roe shrugged. “Hypothermically speakin’.”



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