pChristmas Eve, 1944. The Ardennes Forest was thick with blood as the Battle of The Bulge raged on. But in the midst of combat, two hundred troops—Americans and Germans alike—abruptly ceased fighting each other and united to face one common, and unspeakable, enemy. Only two men survived.
Now, more than five decades later, one still remains institutionalized and unable, or unwilling, to speak. Then, suddenly, he begins to rant, shrieking in terror about unmentionable horror in the Ardennes… pray that somebody listens!

pChristmas Eve, 1944. The Ardennes Forest was thick with blood as the Battle of The Bulge raged on. But in the midst of combat, two hundred troops—Americans and Germans alike—abruptly ceased fighting each other and united to face one common, and unspeakable, enemy. Only two men survived.
Now, more than five decades later, one still remains institutionalized and unable, or unwilling, to speak. Then, suddenly, he begins to rant, shrieking in terror about unmentionable horror in the Ardennes… pray that somebody listens!