Battle of the Crotch Bulge by anonymous_a,anonymous_a

And it was, at least for us. Looking back on that night, I can tell you the artillery picked up and came closer, and then the rattle and clank of German tanks invaded our perimeter, and we came out of our foxholes and fired back at the dim shapes of foot soldiers advancing into our ranks until we were overwhelmed. Carson and I both were taken prisoner by the Germans and after days of freezing our asses off, we were shipped off to a Stalag, where we managed to survive until three months later when advancing British troops liberated us. We came back to the States, but it didn’t end there.

Carson went to school and got a job as a pharmacist. I moved with him, to a small town in Illinois where I worked at a variety of jobs until the drug store where Carson worked came up for sale. Guess who bought it? I managed the retail part of the store and he handled the prescriptions. We bought a house together and lived there, and nobody asked many questions. I became known as the go-to tenor in the church choir and Carson had a knack for coaching champion girls lacrosse teams for the local prep school. We “adopted” families in the area and filled their prescriptions and pantries gratis at Christmas.

And here we are, today. Still together since that night in a foxhole in Belgium. We have had a good life.

We are happy.

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