The night was cold, not a friendly crisp cold, but a damp one. Low scudding clouds crossed over the thin moon and the guard shivered as he stamped his feet to keep warm. Three o'clock-wouldn't the two hours ever finish. Over the hill toward Mausbach, the long toms flashed and mumbled. Some stuff came in. Sounded like over Dufjenter way. Nothing to worry about though.
And suddenly, a couple of planes soared over with that uneven beat of Kraut engines. Not "Bed-Check Charlie" though. These were going somewhere, not circling around waiting for artillery to be fired to unload a basket of butterflies or anti-personnel bombs. The guard unslung the tommy gun from his shoulder. Couldn't tell when something live would float down. Extra guard for paratroops. Rumors had it that the Germans were trying to counter-attack somewhere south of Eupen. Was it Malmedy or Monschau? Was the brass getting jittery? Was this some crackpot G-2 idea? Or was it a detail to keep the men busy? The guard felt uneasy though, something wasn't just right. Shadows from the clouds across the moon flickered across the frozen ground and the guns made flashes on the horizon to the east.
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