ok so here's my first go at this story. yeah i know its the same story as everyone else uses (girl in Easy)but hey its a good story. Another chapter on the way soon hopefully depending on what work I have to do grrr lol it will get more exciting but ive just gotta lead up to it lol bye xx
"I'm scared," she whispered as if revealing a deep secret. Richard lay awake, staring at the bunk above him,
"Everyone's scared," he'd rehearsed the line over and over. Tomorrow was D-Day, the big jump, and he was just as scared as she was; perhaps more; but she couldn't know that. Cali turned over to look down at him.
"What's the time?"
" Six hours now quit asking."
Cali sat up and looked across the barracks at the rest of the men, only a handful was asleep. Hoobler and Webster were playing poker and from the wad of notes in front of him it looked like Webster was winning. Eugene Roe a medic watched the game whilst checking his med kit for the hundredth time. Captain Lewis Nixon sat on his bunk drinking nothing but Vat 69 staring hollowly at the wall. Nearby Bull smoked thick cigars filling the air with a heavy mist. Bill Guarnere paced from one end of the room to the other, every lap he did the hallway seemed to shrink making him more and more frustrated like a caged animal.
"Will you stop that you're stressing me out!" Liebgott snapped at Bill. He was twitching impatiently and jumped up. The two men sized each other up, Liebgott seeming tense and wiry against Guarnere's solid stance.
"Sit down both of you," barked Bull, though he equalled Bill in rank he was well respected and both men slumped back to their bunks. Sgt. Malarkey gazed absent-mindedly at the scene quietly listening to the highly-strung platoon. This was not how it was meant to be, the glorious heroes, preparing for battle high-spirited and confidant. Instead they where scared men sitting in a damp dark room, waiting for and yet dreading sunrise. Cali withdrew all her thoughts deep into her and tried to collect her emotions, she couldn't. She was 21, sent to 501st Airborne on request of a C.O saying that she had no talent for office work but her combat skill and marksmanship was not to be wasted. They had managed to justify her place saying she was officially a medic she was just given a rifle. Cali sat up finally accepting her insomnia and slid of the bunk. Richard had finally drifted off to sleep, she examined his face, and he looked so young it just made it all worse.
Outside the air whipped around Cali, she pulled her trench coat tighter around her sitting on the step. Fumbling in her pocket for cigarettes she flicked the lighter on. The door creaked behind her and Malarkey stepped out joining her on the floor. The wind blew the lighter out and Cali gave up returning it to her pocket. The two sat silently and watched the blood red sun pour over the horizon.