It
was Christmas Eve. Fog stuck to the tarmac at Lindberg Field. It was 5 o’clock
in the morning as the soldiers woke up from whatever sleep they could get. The
soldiers had realized what day it was only after being reminded, which makes a
lot of them second guess their judgment on listening to old Uncle Sam. The
soldiers of Lindberg Field were a part of the 74th Air Force Aces,
they were in charge of providing air support for B-52 bombers from German
fighter pilots. With it now being Christmas Eve the men wonder if this hell of
a war will ever end. Even throughout all of this dreary weather and faces word
had spread of a cease fire on Christmas day was in the works. All the men knew
that even with this day of not fighting they would have to return to it the
next day, but one day is what they need. A day away from the fiery terror in
the sky, a day away from all this death, a day away from this nightmare that no
man should have to bear witness to. It was still only Christmas Eve and the
fighting still had to continue for what seemed like a lifetime.
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