A/N: This is my first fanfic story so please review and enjoy
Prolouge, England 1941
'I wonder what he wants this time.' The Corporal thought as she walked towards the Generals' office. She was in a dark mood as her older brother had just gone on yet another air raid against the Third Reich. After nodding curtly to his secretary she tapped the door twice before entering. "Sir? You wanted to see me." She asked mid salute
"Yes," he said looking up from his paper work. "Your brother's plane was shot down..."
"Is he..." she faultered mid sentence
"We don't know yet but one of the Captains saw chutes. Your Mother and sister Stephanie have been notified. It has eliminated one of the problems we had though so you are to be transferred tomorrow. Are you certain you want to go through with this still?"
"Absolutely, I know the risks but they are the same as any other man in this army. The same that men like my brother takes everyday. How can I do any less?"
The General nodded in acknowledgement. "Better get yourself tidied up then Corporal Newkirk. Dissmissed"
The Corporal gave a sad smile as she saluted and left for her barracks. "Oh Peter, I'm so sorry it had to be like this. I hope your safe" she sighed as she stepped out onto the base.
Corporal Newkirk had the girls she was being transferred because of the insubordination charge she got last week, as ordered. With the amount of times she had gotten into trouble alongside her brother they wern't surprised at all. After packing up her kit she wrote a brief letter to one of her brothers friends, Sgt. Henderson, informing him of Peters' disappearance and her transfer, so he could explain to him where she was. If he returned. For the sake of the facade, she was accompanied by an MP. "Could you get this to Sergeant Henderson please, I ran out of time this morning to find him."
"Sure, but ah, the MP stands for Military Police, not Military Post." He smiled, at the gate he departed and Newkirk was left alone to return to her flat. She mulled over her jumbled feelings, the delight of being one step to active duty but was too upset by her brothers disappearance to celebrate the fact. The confusion set in deeper by the fact she now couldn't write him, friends or home for the rest of the duration. What hurt her the most was abandoning Peter. Inside her home away from home she hacked away hel long brown hair and bandaged her chest. Andrea consoled herself to beating the pants off all the men in basic then fly for her brother, in the place of her brother in the Royal Air Force.