falling faintly, by kaydeefalls

Dick takes his responsibilities as Battalion XO seriously, albeit with great reluctance; but even if he wanted to join his men in their foxholes, he couldn’t. He’s too valuable to be allowed to sleep on the front line. Fortunately, Nixon doesn’t give a rat’s ass for decorum. No one should sleep alone in this kind of cold.

Teen, Bastogne fic. This might just be my favourite foxhole fic ever.

falling faintly, by kaydeefalls

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