The temptation to get out altogether via a self-inflicted wound was also strong. It did not get light until 0800. It got dark at 1600. During the sixteen hours of night, out in those frozen foxholes (which actually shrank as the night went on and the ground froze and expanded), it was impossible to keep out of the mind the thought of how easy it would be to shoot a round into a foot. A little pain – not much in a foot so cold it could not be felt anyway – and then transport back to Bastogne, a warm aid station, a hot meal, a bed, escape.
No man from Easy gave in to that temptation that every one of them felt. One man did take off his boots and socks to get frostbite and thus a ticket out of there. But for the others, they would take a legitimate way out or none. Winters recalled, “When a man was hit hard enough for evacuation, he was usually very happy, and we were happy for him – he had a ticket out to the hospital, or even a ticket home – alive.
”When a man was killed – he looked ‘so peaceful.’ His suffering was over.”
Source:
Ambrose, Stephen Edward. “They Got Us Surrounded – the Poor Bastards.” Band of Brothers: E Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne from Normandy to Hitler's Eagle's Nest. New York: Simon & Schuster Paperbacks, 2004. 187. Print.
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