A Merry Christmas Mr Hemingway

A Short Story

Image: American Courts and the National Archives

The snow lay deep and crisp and even. In fact it wasn’t that deep, or crisp, and after the morning’s shelling by a couple of German 88s it was very uneven indeed, and in places, many places, still crimson from the battering the US 4th Infantry Division had been taking over the last few days.

But at least I’m still alive, thought a shivering, exhausted Private Ernie…