Brothers In Arms- Hell-s Highway ✦ High Speed

The rain had not stopped for eleven days. It fell in a gray, weeping sheet over the Dutch countryside, turning the shattered roads into canals of mud and muck. For Private First Class William "Billy" Rourke of the 101st Airborne, the rain was just another enemy—one without a face, one that rotted your boots, your rations, and your hope.

“Hell’s Highway,” Billy muttered. “They can have it.” Brothers In Arms- Hell-s Highway

“He was just a kid!”

When it was over, the field was quiet except for the rain and the moans of the dying. Billy leaned against the smoldering tank, hands shaking. Jake walked over, a fresh gash on his cheek, his uniform torn. The rain had not stopped for eleven days

Jake nodded. He pulled out a crumpled pack of Lucky Strikes, lit two, and handed one to Billy. They smoked in silence as the rain washed the battlefield clean. “Hell’s Highway,” Billy muttered

“He’s gone, Billy. He’s gone.”