Today was a misfortune came to life. We woke up to the snow still pouring down. There was nothing that we could do. We couldn't go outside and do anything. The fires were not lit freely. We couldn't risk burning down a tent, if it would even do that. The only way we could go outside was if we went only for a few seconds.

  This occurred when Yuri ordered everyone to come to our tent at noon. As all the boys piled into the tent, it grew very crowded. The only good thing about it is that the tent grew very warm. It became so crowded that Angelo and William the American were practically sitting on top of me. Some of them looked entirely too cold to not have frostbite. That was why they were all there. For me to check them for frostbite and hypothermia.

  So I checked everyone one by one as they prepared the only meal that we would have today. It was a manger amount, barely enough to get us through the day. As I checked, I found Krishna, Ammon, and Albert to have frostbite. None have hypothermia yet, thank God. I did not know what much to do, so I lit a lantern for each of them and took the cap off, telling them to warm up. The food had very little heat to it. I am surprised no one has gotten sick from it yet. It tasted awful in every possible way.

  Yuri stepped out for a minute after this. At that moment, most of the boys had went to sleep in our tent. Lawrence was using my shoulder as his persononal pillow. When Yrui came back, Daniel asked him what he thought.

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  "We'll be able to come out tomorrow. Not any time today. It's very cold," Yuri told us.

  He wasn't wrong. The cold bites at everyone. Frost climbs everything. Snow covers everywhere. It makes the warmth of our tent so much more valuable to us. I had peeked my head outside earlier and saw a world of white. Even the sky is a pale shade. Everything in this area will send someone into a delirium. I want nothing more than to get out of Russia and back to where it is warm.

  Angelo took to talking to me in the meanwhile. He talked about everything his mind came up with. His mind ran rampant in a way that I could not keep up with. In one of these very conversations, I asked him what his brother was like. He told me he was young and annoying, like he had said earlier. I responded, saying that I don't have a younger sibling and would like to know more about him. He told me that his name was Patrick and he's nine. He is always pestering Angelo to do things for him. He joined the army because of Patrick. I don't have any younger siblings.

  When I was young, I was told that I am a miracle child.

  I was never supposed to be born. After Pierre was born, doctors told my mother she'd never have another child. Despite this, she kept trying for one. She finally had one a few years before I was born. Her name was supposed to be Jean. Jean was born a stillborn. Then, she had me. They said I wouldn't survive, but here I am. After ne was a baby who wasn't named there before they became a miscarriage.

  So my parents decided that I was God sent and that I should start acting like it upon any means necessary.