Pechout was intensely focused on his radio that had been blown into pieces. He was in shock and had removed his gloves to try to reassemble the radio, to obey Charlie’s last order to keep calling for help. Blackie assured Pechout he had done his duty. He gently lifted his friend from his seat and set him on the floor. Blood trickled from one of Pechout’s eyes where a tiny steel shell fragment was imbedded. His fingers were frostbitten and bleeding, missing skin from handling the frozen metal radio. Blackie found Pechout’s gloves and slid them back over the wounded man’s hands.
