Unspoken Law
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own anything
Based off of the mini-series no disrespect meant to
the real men or actors.
As usual, Roe sat alone a short distance from the rest of the men of Easy Company, and yet it was a long distance. He could hear them talking, the curses, complaints and jokes. Still he lingered away, never wandering over, never talking too much with them and always set apart. Sometimes, his mind would wander and his ears would strain to hear what they were saying, but mostly he let his thoughts flow away from this blasted place and these men. Sometimes, they found themselves thinking of his home.
He missed the heat and the sun and the summer nights. He missed the peace and quiet, the serenity of the moon and his family. Mostly he missed his friends and the companionship of others, to talk whenever he wanted to talk, to socialize, to have human contact. There was one thing keeping him from talking to the other men, there was one thing that kept him away from them…the unspoken law.
It wasn't a law; it wasn't even real or told to them by anyone. It was just there, silent, constant and always, always, forbidding him, and every other medic, from getting too close. The unspoken law was to never get too close. You couldn't afford to have friends if you were a medic. You couldn't afford to be afraid to approach the wounded in case it was a close companion. You couldn't afford to have trouble taking care of a man who depended on you. The unspoken law took care of that risk. Most medics's followed it, most medics kept themselves parted, or so Roe imagined.
Unless he was just himself, naturally shy and using an excuse during this battle not to get close to anyone as a way to keep it from actually becoming reality because sometimes, in his mind, Roe had trouble remembering if this war was actually happening. Because sometimes he felt like he was just sitting with a group of men fighting another group of men and none of them knew if it was still a war or if someone had forgotten to let them know. Of course, he knew it was still a war and would berate himself for his mad thinking. Of course it was a war, otherwise his hands wouldn't be stained red with blood, his head wouldn't ache, and he wouldn't still be freezing out in Europe. Otherwise he would be home in the heavy heat of Louisiana. Of course it was a war.
Roe shifted in his position at the base of a tree, attempting to find a comfortable position in a world of discomfort. Giving up, he let his eyes shut, even if it was only for a few moments, and his mind close itself off. Because he knew that soon enough he would be waiting for the cries of 'Medic' and even as he lay, hands soaked in warm, life-filled blood, he would still be utterly alone.
A/N: Well it was my first attempt at a Band of Brothers fic and it didn't end up too terrible…I don't think.