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heavyartilleryTitle: Day 18: Shifty Remembers
Pairing/Characters: Darrell "Shifty" Powers
Warnings: none
Summary: prompt: literally anything about Shifty (gen, slash, I don’t care!!!!!), for![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
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In the years following the war, it became tradition. Darrell would rise in the quiet hours before dawn on Christmas Eve, grab his rifle, and trek deep into the snow-covered, Virginia woods. He would find a natural trough in the land and slide down, feel the familiar sensation of packed earth against his back and imagine the feel of a buddy at his side. He would reflect upon that dark Christmas in the Bois Jacques, recalling the brotherhood and bloodshed, the terrible cold and the unfailing fear, and Darrell always said a prayer for each man who never came home.
Pairing/Characters: Darrell "Shifty" Powers
Warnings: none
Summary: prompt: literally anything about Shifty (gen, slash, I don’t care!!!!!), for
In the years following the war, it became tradition. Darrell would rise in the quiet hours before dawn on Christmas Eve, grab his rifle, and trek deep into the snow-covered, Virginia woods. He would find a natural trough in the land and slide down, feel the familiar sensation of packed earth against his back and imagine the feel of a buddy at his side. He would reflect upon that dark Christmas in the Bois Jacques, recalling the brotherhood and bloodshed, the terrible cold and the unfailing fear, and Darrell always said a prayer for each man who never came home.