Retreat?

Captain Garret didn't like what he saw, and he like what he smelled even less. His outpost, or what was left of it lay in ruins, the smell of charred flesh still strong in the air. The German attack that they had anticipated all this while finally came, and although they managed to beat the krauts back, it came with a price. Half his company lay dead, their corpses scattered across the battlefield. There were shouts for the medic all over the place as the wounded sought help. Garret shook his head.

He had direct orders from headquarters to take Thurigen Hill with whatever means necessary. As he pored over the maps during the mission planning, he couldn't help but to notice that the orders made no sense at all. The hill was tactically useless to them. They couldn't use it as a staging point because it was too far away from the other German outposts. It held no resources, nothing salvageable, and was very heavily guarded. Plus, the enemy was on high ground, armed with 2 howitzers. By themselves, the artillery would be scary enough. Put them on a hill, and they became the army equivalent of Psycho. Guaranteed to make you shit your pants. It was a fool's errand.

But orders were orders. He had a responsibility to carry them out. He had heard rumours that the hill was particularly significant to General Lee, something about loving the hills more than anything in the world. It sounded like bullshit to Garret. He knew General Lee personally, and found him to be a perfectly reasonable man. It didn't make any sense that he would order such a mission out of a whim. There had to be something to that hill.

The krauts defending the hill probably loved the hill just as much judging from the resistance they put up. They were fighting tooth and nail, when an infantry ran out of bullets, he had seen one of them charge down the battlefield, bayonet leading the way. It all seemed very strange to him.

As time progressed and the siege dragged on, it became increasingly apparent that the hill would not be taken. Not without a significantly larger force, at least. And the army had made it quite clear that no reinforcements could be spared. Morale in his company was at an all time low. He had seen happier soldiers in a fox hole in the middle of no man's land.

Suddenly, a single shot rang out. As Garret ran towards the sound, he began to hear shouting. He got closer, and saw one of his staff sergeants shouting at one of his unit's soldiers. He had his rifle raised, ready to shoot at any moment, and it was aimed at one of his own men. The soldier was rolling on the ground, screaming in pain as he clutched his bleeding leg. "Murray! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Garret was shouting at his sergeant as he approached, hoping to avert a crisis.

"Costello here was about to desert, sir. So I shot him. Got him in the leg"

By now, Garret had positioned himself between the two men. He turned to the writhing man on the ground. "Is that true, soldier?"

Costello turned away, and curled himself up even tighter. The pain in his leg had apparently gotten a lot worse after hearing the question. Garret walked up to the soldier. "Is that true?" he shouted.

The captain reached the man, who was now sobbing uncontrollably. Garret kicked the man in the face, and asked again, his voice getting increasingly louder. He ground his boot into the man's head. "You stupid mother fucker."

Garret pulled his revolver out of the hostler and aimed it at Costello's head. He was about to pull the trigger when Costello turned and raised himself into a kneeling position. He grabbed the gun barrel firmly and placed it between his temples. "Go ahead. Shoot me. I'm dead anyway, whether I run or not. Just fucking end all this."

Garret paused, taken aback by the sudden boldness of his subordinate. Costello looked him in the eye and asked, "What? Suddenly you got no stones to shoot me?"

There was a long pause. Garret stood there, his gun still pointed at Costello's head. "I mean, what the fuck do you expect us to do, huh? Charge up the hill again tomorrow morning? They got five pill boxes up there. Five fucking pillboxes with machine guns in there. Its a god damned suicide mission. This hill cannot be taken, and you can tell General Lee to go fuck himself."

Garret replied, "You will not speak about your superiors in such a manner, soldier."

"You know what captain? I don't give a fuck anymore. This mission is stupid. I mean, sure the place is really pretty and all, but is it really worth fighting for? Our outpost just got shelled, and we lost half the company. Half the motherfucking company. I'm not sure how much more of this shit we can take, man."

"Hey, who the hell are you to question the General's orders huh? Who do you think you are?"

The reply was sharp. "I'm the guy who's putting his ass on the line, thats who. If the General loves this fucking place so much, he can take my gun and charge the hill himself. But I sure as hell ain't gonna do it for him. You know this, Cap. For the army, this place is useless. The General is just fucking with us. I'm leaving."

Costello got up and turned around. Garret just stood there and let him leave, torn between his duty to capture the beautiful hill and common sense to cut his losses and run.