"Fuckin' Rain"

(Rough Version - Edit at a later date)

Written April 6th, between 11 and 11:30 pm EST

It was cold. Too cold for summer, but too warm for winter. And because of that, it wasn't snow that was falling from the sky. Rather, it was rain. A really cold rain. The kind of of rain that chills your very bones. As if the situation wasn't already chilling enough. A few infantrymen reported in a few hours ago with news of German panzer elements in the area. And these days, 'German Panzer elements' usually meant a few medium tanks. Maybe even a Tiger. And that was enough to keep everyone on edge.

"Panzer elements? We may as well dig our own graves, then." I had said when the sarge gave us the news. From there, myself and my buddy Kelly walked off to the perimeter of the town for our rounds. Not that it would do us any good. All those panzers had to do was find out where we were holed up and roll over us.

"I don't think they'll find us." Kelly said, as if he'd read my mind. I looked at him and shook my head, bringing my gloved hand up to wipe my runny nose.

"No, the panzers won't. Not by surprise, at least. But scouts might."

"That's why we're here." He said, turning his attention back out to the treeline.

Not that it was gonna do us any good. The rain that had begun falling a few hours ago was turning into a mist. Sleet, some might have called it. But I'd never seen weather like this in my life, not growing up in the south, no way.

"When it would rain back home, we didn't have to worry about freezin' to death!" I complained, wiping at my nose for the hundred-thousandth time. Normally, I liked silence. But silence was the last thing I wanted right now.

"It never got this bad back in New York, but we did get sleet like this sometimes." Kelly entertained my conversation. He wasn't much of a talker, but he was a good guy. Real laid back most of the time. Not that I'd ever take a bullet for him, but I'd vouch for the guy if he ever got into trouble with command.

We exchanged a few more sentences before Kelly's eyes grew wide. He grabbed the front of my coat and pulled me down. I'd been on enough perimeter detail to know that he spotted someone who was looking this way. I gave him a questioning look.

"I saw something."

"No shit, you saw something. I'd knock ya out right here if you pulled me into this frozen mud for nothin'" I wiped my nose again, smearing mud across my face. I didn't notice, however. By now, it had become a habit and at the moment, I was one hundred percent in combat mode.

"I wanna make sure it wasn't a German. It's pretty unlikely they'll be this far from where the scouts reported them to be, but it's possible. I'm gonna go forward and take a look."

I grabbed Kelly as he went to stand up.

"Are you crazy?! If you could see him from this distance, getting closer to him is about the worst thing you could do!"

"What do you want me to do then?"

"Run back to band camp, tell 'em we have possible scouts. Have him send a dozen men with ya to cover this approach." I said calmly. If there was one thing this laid back guy couldn't do, it was handle a stressful situation.

"Right. I'll be back in a minute." He said. Then he disappeared into the distance without a sound.

I poked my head up to have a look around. I scanned as far as I could see where he'd been looking before he freaked out and found nothing. Just the steady falling of the misty rain. This god damn rain! Cold, wet, making it hard to see!

I cursed under my breath and went to get back into cover when my eye caught some movement. Another curse under my breath later, I was tracking the movement. It was just out of sight, popping in and out of the range at which I was able to see through the rain. I wiped my nose, and readied my Garande just in case. Some sound behind me signaled the return of Kelly, who fell into place next to me.

"You see anything?" He asked.

"Yeah, whatever it is, it's just out of sight. Did you bring a sniper with ya by any chance?" I asked. Kelly shook his head.

"Well, if it's a German, he hasn't seen us yet." I said, shifting weight onto one of my feet. I didn't take my eyes off of the form.

"It's the rain. It's making it hard to see the town in general. Captain said so. He said not to shoot if we can help it." Kelly informed him.

"No shit it's making it hard to see..." I mumbled under my breath. Suddenly, a sharp whiz flew past my ear and cracked into the masonry behind me.

"Shit! There's more than one of 'em!" I whispered urgently as I brought my head into the cover of the half bombed out building we'd taken shelter in.

"I didn't hear any gunshot!"

"Then we've got ourselves a sniper." I looked back into the town down the street and saw one of the men Kelly brought starting to make his way over to him. I brought my hand across my neck and moved it back and forth to tell him to stop. He noticed and did so.

"Sniper." I said it just loud enough for him to hear and the man nodded. He made his way back down the street and out of sight.

"He'll get a sniper of our own up here." I sighed and laid back against my cover. Kelly was calming down next to me and I wiped my nose. For all the bullshit this rain was, I realized I had to be thankful for it. German snipers were nothing to laugh at and one of them missed me, if only by a little bit. I probably had this rain to thank for that.

A few minutes later, a loud crack sounded off to the left. Both I and Kelly jumped, knowing our sniper had taken a shot. No return fire. Another two shots were fired over the course of the following five minutes. Only when a soldier walked over and told us it was fine to come out did we stand up. A couple other soldiers showed up to take our place for the rest of the night.

Kelly excused himself for some sleep and I waved to him as he walked off. Standing in the middle of the street like an idiot, I wiped my nose again and shivered violently. With a subdued curse, I began my walk to find some food, my left foot landing squarely in the middle of a water-filled pothole.

Fuckin' rain.