So much for a few months to regain his sense of self. Just hang on like he did to that hen house door back in Holland. Gathering what sanity and nerve he had left, Buck took a deep breath and reminded himself to hang on. He reminded himself to shut his jaw as the room emptied, Dick silently waiting for him till they were the last to leave. "Enlisted men report to barracks and your platoon leaders." The officer strode back down the aisle and out the door.īuck stared blankly at the white screen as though the famous mugs from his home state were still acting up there.
The room erupted in frustration and anger. Arms crossed tightly over his middle, he cast a wary look to Dick over his shoulder which the captain returned. Now, they've overrun the 28th Infantry and elements of the 4th."ĭread filled Buck's conscious like smog. "Elements of the 1st and 6th SS Panzer Divisions have broken through in the Ardennes Forest. "I said quiet!" Shouted the heavily dressed superior officer. "Aw come on! You can't do that to the Duke!" Luz hollered amid the protests.
#BUCK COMPTON SHELL SHOCK MOVIE#
The lights flicked on, boots with authority stomped down the makeshift theater towards the front, and the movie screen went blank. He could get back there to that man, he knew he could if he just had the time. Lieutenant in the paratroops, UCLA All-American ball player, college graduate. What good would he be to a woman? He was even beginning to doubt his ability to lead his own men.Īt least they weren't expecting action until spring. Perhaps it was best for both Celia and Lucille that they had parted ways with him. He could still function, but he couldn't pretend anymore that he was okay. He wasn't catatonic like some of the guys he'd seen at the hospital suffering from battle fatigue or shell shock. Somewhere, back in Holland, a screw had come loose. Buck wondered how long that would last, especially with the look he was now receiving from his superior officer. But none of them had the nerve or will to admit it. He couldn't focus for long with anything cards, movies, or even football practice while they prepared for the much anticipated Christmas day game.īuck had lost his edge.
Now, his sentences trailed off into oblivion. Buck Compton had once been one of the most popular and confident men in the company. It was the same look he'd been getting since he'd returned from England. It's a real corker," he replied, eyes dancing everywhere, but Dick's concerned expression. Jaw slack and eyes glassy, Buck didn't even notice Dick Winters in the seat behind him until the captain punched him in the shoulder. John Wayne's lazy drawl, Marlene Dietrich's sultry accent, the glaring black and white screen, it was just something to stare at while his mind wandered.
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