Young Turk

...;;-Sexist Bastard-;;...

Marie walked through the field that a herd of sheep was grazing and stopped to look at the scenery. These were very dangerous times and Marie being a woman and all didn't really make the situation better. She wasn't afraid of being by herself in the middle of no where because she knew how to fight; very well too. She could also use the sniper-rifle she had strapped to her back. She was in fact a soldier from Ireland that got sent to the USA for military training and some how ended up being dragged into this god forsaken war. It just so happens that so did the only family she's ever had. Her older brother Keith…

Keith was also an Irish soldier that was sent away to the USA. He was there about 4 months before Marie showed up. They were sent to the same sector to train and never left each other's side. It was more for the fact that they didn't want the other dieing, but they've never really been apart for long. Keith was very skilled with bombs, machine guns, and the common rifle. He was also very good at hand-to-hand combat. Though not as good as Marie, but then again, she's never found a better opponent. Keith was only 28 when he got put into this foolishness called war and Marie was 22. She still is.

Marie and Keith had been split up for obvious reasons. Marie was a sniper and Keith was a rifle-man. He took the beach while she took to the sky and parachuted down. Only problem is that Marie and the rest of the parachutiers had landed almost 20 miles from their destined drop. She decided to walk and try to find her brother somewhere out here. She had thrown away the map that she was given on account that even if she had looked at it she wouldn't have known where the hell she was or where she was going.

Marie turned her head to the right hearing noises that sounded far away. Maybe a mile or so, she calculated. Maybe there was a camp set up nearby? Hopefully American...So she headed off in that general direction. As she got closer she started to see exactly what it was. She had been right it was a camp and the soldiers were American. She walked down into the camp and got looks as she passed the soldiers. She was use to this so she didn't really acknowledge their questioning stares and their ill talk. Well, until someone called her by name that is.

"Cathmor! What a surprise to see you, a woman, here!" Marie stopped walking and looked to the man who was sitting on the dirt with some fellow soldiers.

"Broderick...You sexist bastard." Marie stared at him with a cold glance before starting to walk off again. Broderick wasn't one of those people that you'd want to really be around; especially if you were female... He was one of the most sexist and perverted men you could ever come across and Marie detested him.

"Hey, wait! Cathmor!" Broderick ran after Marie and struggled to keep up with her fast paced walked.

"Please go away."

"Why? I haven't done anything to you...yet."

Marie stopped and turned around to look at him. There was a group of 4 or 5 men sitting in a semi circle watching in amazement to see a female soldier.

"What do you want?"

"Are you by yourself?"

"Yes, now please answer my question."

"Wow! You and your brother aren't attached at the hip? Maybe now you'd like to head over to one of the sle-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Marie grits her jaw and glared at him.

"Aw. Come one Cathmor! You know you want to." Broderick didn't say anymore. He just looked at her and she looked back. Her stare did not waver in the least. Sometime during this Marie's name was called out again by a different voice. One of the captains from the academy showed up at her side.

"It's good to see you alive and obviously well, M.C."

"Thanks...Have you seen or heard anything of my brother sir?"

Broderick's eyebrows rose at the worry in Marie's voice.

"You honestly have no idea where he is?"

Marie turned and looked at Broderick. Her gaze softened as the worry grew in her heart of losing the only family she's ever had.

"I honestly have no idea..."

It became silent between the three soldiers as the circle of soldiers sat listening behind them.

"What's his name?"

Marie turned to look behind her at a man who looked caring yet tough. He had a chiseled face and a deep voice. Marie walked up to the circle and looked him in the eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Adrian Caparzo."

"Adrian...I like that name. Is it Italian?"

"Yeah. It is. Now what's your brother's name, sweetheart?"

"My name is Marie...and my brother's is Keith." Marie smiled softly at this Adrian and looked around at the rest of the soldiers around him.

"Keith...Keith...What does he look like?" Adrian racked his brain, searching for anything about a Keith.

"He's got blonde hair like mine, well, except a little redder and curlier. He's about 6'3, real well built. He wears a necklace; sort of like this one, except the stones are white and green." Marie took out her necklace that she had around her neck and handed it to Adrian. He studied it carefully. The soldier to his right took the necklace from his hand and looked at it oddly.

"I remember a guy at the beach with us havin' a necklace like this." This blonde haired fellow looked over the necklace again before handing it back to Marie. He looked to a guy on the left of Adrian.

"Reiben, remember that guy who ran with you and Caparzo here?" The guy nodded and looked as though he remembered something.

"Yeah...Yeah, I remember him. So what Jackson? What's that got to do with anything?"

Jackson looked back at Marie. "Your last name wouldn't happen to be, Cathmor, by chance, would it?" Marie looked at him wide eyed and nodded slowly.

"Do you know where he is?"

"Yeah, I kinda do..." Jackson nodded, but didn't say any more.

"Is...is he...alright?" Marie stumbled with her words for a second.

"He...got shot by a...30m."

Marie's world fell around her in little pieces. Her older brother was killed. Her only family gone and left her alone. She looked to the ground and covered her mouth with her right hand as the sniper rifle fell off her shoulder. She nodded her head slowly as the information she was just given started to sink in. She felt a hand placed on her shoulder and looked to her left to see Broderick. Her eyes started to water and she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, softly crying into his chest. Broderick didn't turn her away. He knew how much Keith meant to her. Keith, he practically raised her. Broderick laid his chin on the top of Marie's head and rubbed her back soothingly. The men in the circle stayed silent listening to the soft sobs of Marie. Jackson stared at Marie, wishing he hadn't told her about her brother.

"I'm sorry...I got your shirt all soaked." Marie said laughing sadly and wiping the remainder of her tears away from Broderick's coat. Broderick wiped Marie's tears off her face and smiled softly at her.

"Don't worry about it M." Marie smiled back at him and then looked to Jackson with red eyes.

"Thank you..." Jackson nodded his head grimly and looked at his hands. He then started to pat the pockets on his clothes. He stopped and reached into one pocket in his pants and pulled out Keith's necklace. It had little white and emerald stones alternating through it.

"Here..." He handed it to the shocked Marie as she shakily took the necklace tightly in her right hand. She looked down at the little piece of her brother that was given back to her and smiled. She looked back up at Jackson and smiled greatly. She walked to him and quickly gave him a small hug.

"Thank you so much." She pulled away and walked back next to Broderick and the sergeant that was still there. He nodded his head and walked away leaving Marie alone with the group of men. As Marie stood there talking quietly to Broderick, who was the only person she had left, a captain and another sergeant walked over to the circle of men.

"Alright. I got to try and go dig up another interpreter along with an infantry and artillery specialist." Marie's ears perked up at this and she turned to face the captain who was picking up his pack.

"I'm an infantry and artillery specialist." Marie spoke in a quiet voice. The circle of men turned their heads towards her.

"You? An infantry and artillery specialist? Yeah right, and I'm the King of Spain!" The man that was lounging on the ground in front of Jackson looked at Marie, laughing at his little comment. Marie looked at him with no expression.

"Yeah she is. You have a problem with that, smartass?" Broderick moved next to Marie and grit his teeth at the man on the ground.

"I'm the smartass huh? Come on let's go! Right now!" The man got up from the ground and took a fighting stance.

"Enough Mellish." The captain turned and looked at Marie. "What's your name?"

"M.C., sir.Current Lieutenant Colonel of the IRA." Marie saluted him and then stood waiting as he looked her over.

"M.C...Marie Cathmor, am I right? No, doubt the sameinitials of your father, Murphy Cathmor." Marie looked at him surprised and then happy.

"Yes, sir. He was my father." He nodded at her and put his pack on his back.

"And I suppose that you have training under your belt from him?" Marie nodded.

"Captain Miller you're not thinking of actually letting her come with us, are you!?" Reiben asked astounded at the captain's questioning of this woman. Broderick sent a glare Reiben's way and turned to the captain.

"Sir, she's the best out there. She's far advanced in hand-to-hand combat. She's great at using a rifle and handgun. She was also trained as a counter sniper. If you don't take her with you, you'll be making a mistake." Marie smiled at Broderick, who didn't seem too sexist at the moment in her eyes, and looked to the captain. The captain looked between the two and then looked to the sergeant who had walked up with him.

"Your father was a good man. Good soldier too." He spoke to Marie before turning to the man next to him. "Make sure she knows what the mission is as well as the other's do." The captain walked away and the sergeant took a knee in front of the group of men and began to speak.

"Okay. Listen up!"

"What? What are we gonna do?" Caparzo asked pulling the cigarette out of his mouth.

"You're gonna go home wrapped in an American flag with a hunk of cheese up your ass, Caparzo you smartass."

"I thought you liked it in the ass." Reiben said smugly to the sergeant, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"What?"

"I thought you liked it in the ass!" Reiben said again just as smug. Marie rolled her eyes at the typical male's way of teasing and stood behind the sergeant listening to him speak. Apparently, there were four Ryan's that were sent into this war. All brother's and three of them died.

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