This is my first English fanfic, so please excuse eventual grammar mistakes (I try to avoid them, but it's still not my native language).
This is also my first Band of Brothers fic. I only got into BoB this summer, but I was instantly hooked and have been having this story in mind for a longer time now.
I obviously don't own Band of Brothers or its characters, neither do I intend to disrespect the real people it was based on.
I already know that I won't upload regularly, sorry for that, but I'm studying, working and a real perfectionist (and also an incredibly slow writer).
Here's a little prologue for you and I will upload the first chapter afterwards.
If you like it, feel free to review!
Enough talking, have fun reading this :)
Prologue
I was standing on the front porch, watching how the red glowing sun slowly rose over the snow-covered hills. I warmed my hands on a hot cup of black tea. This day was starting so peacefully. My mum was making breakfast in the kitchen while she was humming to a tune on the radio. My dad was just coming out of the stable, Runner trudging next to him through the snow. Everything seemed so normal, like nothing had ever changed since I had left my home over two years ago. But that wasn't true.
Everything had changed.
I had changed.
I caught myself again wondering what he was doing right now. If he had found peace after the war. Maybe he was waking up next to a pretty woman. They would drink coffee and he would smoke his first cigarette of the day. It hurt more than anything to imagine him with another girl, a girl that wasn't me. But if that meant he lived and loved, it would be alright for me.
Because even if we wouldn't spend our lives together, he deserved a wonderful life with lots of laughter and happiness to make up for those grim years we spend in a battle far from home.
