We've Got a Big Mess on Our Hands

"BOOM"

"CRASH"

"WHIZ-WHIZ"

"PING-PING"

"BANG-BANG"

I was so confused, I heard someone shout "THUNDER!!" that was all I heard, there were people around me, but they weren't speaking English.

I heard the sickening give of the building above me and everything went black.

I saw men, they were walking corpses, some had limbs torn off, some were crawling, and they were all crawling in pain. But they were all headed for me, so I did what any logical person, with zombies walking towards her would do. I booked it the hell outta there. I ran, and ran, and found myself face-to-face with a German soldier. He laughed evilly, and pulled the trigger.

I woke up, and jolted upright, simultaneously giving the most blood curdling screech of a scream I could muster. A nurse ran towards me, and took hold of my thrashing hands, and cooed me silent.

"There, there hon it was only a dream, it was only a dream, your safe now, your fine here." She signaled for a doctor to come to her.

"Where exactly is here?" I remarked dazed.

"You're in a medic tent, sweetheart" the doctor responded his southern drawl strengthened as he purred out the last word.

I took in my surroundings, and noticed the garb everybody was dressed in, it looked like an episode of 'M*A*S*H'. From the doctors clothes to the nurses' outfits and the nurses weren't wearing any scrubs that I was used too.

"Why is everybody dressed like it's the friggin forties?" I remarked

"It is the forties honey", the nurse said.]

"What the hell are you talking about its 2009", she looked at me uneasily

"Doctor I think she has amnesia, she thinks its 2009"

"Okay you got me, where are the cameras?" I laughed "Okay Ashton come on out, I've been punk'd, stop pulling my leg"

"What are you talking about, Miss, who's Ashton? And you're not being punk'd, you're in an airbase camp, and the year is 1944. You took a bump to the head a little harder than we had thought"

"Buddy you're the one with the amnesia", I looked around again and spied a calendar. To my on going luck it read 1944. Fantastic

"OH MY GOD!!!!!" I yelled, and I ripped off the covers and ran outta that bed.

I tried to make a smooth getaway but of course, like everything else, things weren't going as planned, so I tripped over something, and sprawled on the floor. I face planted on some bodies shoe.

"Uhm Bull!" the doctor called. "Do you mind bringing her back her please?"

"Sure thing doc"

"No, I don't want to go back there, that mans crazy, don't make me" I whined, but to no avail, and to add to my horror. This "Bull" fellow, picked me up and slung he over his shoulder, like dead weight.

"Stop it put me down, this is very undignified, put me down, ahhhh"

I screamed and hit my fists on the back of his shoulder blade.

"Stop your squirming missy, Doc Roe, is gunna have you fixed up in no time."

He placed me back down on the bed, and held me down, while Doc Roe examined me. He shined a light in my eyes, and told me to follow his finger, but my eyes kept closing, because the light was much too bright.

"Now it doesn't look bad, maybe a day in bed at most, and she'll be herself again"

"Yah I'll show you myself, you son of a…….." I muttered under my breath.

But more men were piling in around Doc Roe and staring at me, I scurried to the back of the bed and pulled the covers up in a feeble attempt to hide myself.

"Who are you people?"

A tall man with red hair spoke first

"I am Major Richard Winters, and this is Captain Lewis Nixon," he said pointing to a brunette man slightly shorter than himself. "And you are with Easy Company".

"Wait did you say Easy Company, they haven't been active since World War II, you people are crazy."

"Uhm it is World War II Miss uhm…?"

"Charlotte Felton"

"Yes Miss Felton, you see it is World War II"

"Hold it there tomato head, you said, your name was Richard Winters, and his was Lewis Nixon, and that is Doc Roe, and his Bull as in Bull Randleman, and this is Easy Company, and I, but I know there's no way I couldn't be".

I started to put two and two together, the names, the faces, the places, the date. This reminded me of a series……Band of Brothers, I thought with dread, I'd watched it enough times to know what happens to some of them. But how the hell did I get here? I was watching the show then, Bam, in WWII, with bloody Easy Company. I stared at there faces, and knowing each one of their fates. I pondered a moment and asked the most logical question I could at that time.

"Okay, carrot top when do we move out?"

"We don't go anywhere", he said, a smirk playing on his lips from the comment. "You, you're staying here, as a nurse"

"But I know how to fight, as well as any man, and I go hunting every fall with my dad, I can aim to kill, big boy, not to mention I know martial arts, I can fight" I said remembering the falls, me and Dad would go shooting, and my black belt, in self defense, and gun handling.

"That's out of the question, you're a women you could get hurt"

"You're a man you could get hurt", I said snarky

He pondered for a moment, going through everything that was said.

"I don't know"

"I have a first year education, in meds, I know how to do everything from surgery, to putting on a band-aid and making it all better" I said in a baby voice "You may need another medic if something ever happened to Roe"

I knew that was a lie, because I watched the series and the only thing that would happen to Roe was a broken heart, in Bastogne.

"If anything happens to you, I'll have your ass shipped back to England so fast your head is gunna spin".

"Sir, yes sir!" I did a mock salute, that couldn't hide my happiness, yah I knew that war is terrifying, but I knew the series also, and the mistakes they made weren't going to happen on my watch,(even though on it, it said it was 1944). I wasn't going to let anybody die, even if it would change the future.