It’s December 1944
You and your buddies in the 101st are holed up in Bastogne
It’s cold enough you shouldn’t be surprised if your balls froze solid then fell off
Not to mention you were surrounded on all sides by the Krauts
You’re huddled in your foxhole, wrapped in extra clothing from some dead Krauts
They’ve already tried to break through your line multiple times, but you pushed ‘em back every time
The cold nips at your nose as you lie in wait
You hear a boom in the distance, then suddenly your position is being bombarded with shells
You’re blown out from your foxhole
You’re lucky to be alive, but not lucky enough to be out of the barrage yet
You run and duck for cover, sprinting through the forest as the trees around you shatter and splinter into a million pieces
Your leg catches on a rock, sending you falling forward
You tumble down a rocky hill falling off a large boulder, landing hard on the ground
You hear an audible snap and feel an extremely sharp pain in your leg
You look down
Your right leg is broken, twisted in unnatural ways while part of your femur juts out of your skin
You clutch your leg in pain as the shells continue to fall
You close your eyes
You never got to see you wife again, or hold your son
Dying in the middle of winter in some godforsaken forest halfway around the world
You hear the whirr of an approaching shell
This is the end
You open your eyes
You’re not dead
Standing above you is a...woman?
She’s the most beautiful dame you’ve ever seen
You look over her body, her unusual outfit
Until you notice her outstretched arm
In the air above it, as if frozen in time, is an artillery shell, twice as big as you
The shell that was supposed to do you in
The women turns around and smiles at you with the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen
You’re not sure if it’s the blood loss or whether you’ve finally gone nuts but at this point you don’t really care
With a wave of her hand you leg starts to straighten, your exposed bone retracts into your leg, and the immense pain fades away
Your slowly reach out and touch your leg, expecting pain, only to find it completely healed
You can’t believe your eyes
You look back up to thank her but she’s gone
Your buddies in the platoon manage to find you after the barrage
You tell them about the mysterious woman who saved your life and healed your leg
None of them believe you and tell you to get some sleep before you go even crazier