Author Ronald Powers
Excerpts, Articles and Short Stories:
One Man in Ten Million Excerpt
That thinking, however, was drawing all of us into a false
sense of security. Even only having come ashore a short
time before, we were already becoming lax and nonchalant
about our previous training and being in a war zone.
On the fourth night of our foxhole initiation, my
attitude toward vigilance and training changed 180 degrees
in a very short period of time. After that night, I would
never again take either for granted and would always be
cognizant that I was in a war zone and I needed to conduct
myself as such.
Around one o’clock in the morning on what would
have been the eleventh day of September, 1944, the weather
began to change, and that night cooled down considerably.
Whether it was the change in temperature or something
altogether different that caused a heavy fog to roll in off
the English Channel, I will never know. What I do know
is that an already inky, dark night had suddenly become
impenetrable to any light.
As I peered over the rim of my foxhole, I was startled
nearly out of my skin. Our company lieutenant was
attempting to make his nightly rounds and just appeared in
my face out of nowhere. He was checking on everyone and
assuring us that we could rest easy that night because no
one could see to move in the dense fog. Even he was falling
into the trap of relaxing too much. At later times during
my stay in Europe, his words would have put me on instant
alert. I learned that night to always expect the unexpected.
After giving me his reassurance, the lieutenant moved
on to the next foxhole in line. He must have been moving
by sheer memory because I could not see two feet in front
of my face, even though my eyes had been adjusting to the