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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.

December 18th, 1944.

"Medic! Medic up front! We need a medic up front!"

Eugene 'Doc' Roe could hear the voice yelling for him or Evelyn. He just couldn't see past the fog or smoke. He grabbed the pack that was sitting next to him and forced himself to stand up to look in the direction of the voice. "Doc!" The voice called again as he headed in that direction. Doing his best to dodge the flying bullets and crossfire, he made it to a half wall, crouching behind it to take in his surroundings. As he turned his head, briefly making eye contact with Evelyn who was helping a downed soldier, a loud ringing whizzed past his ear and then everything went black.

192 Days Earlier

June 5th, 1944

"At ease, gentlemen, and lady." Lieutenant Richard Winters eyed his soldiers. They weren't technically his, but they were under his command. "Tomorrow we will be dropping behind enemy lines in Normandy. We will be pushing our way from the countryside to beaches Omaha and Utah." He indicated on the map behind him. "There will be twenty-four of you on each plane, each with a commanding officer. First battalion will be with me, second with Nixon and so forth. There will be two medics on each plane, they will be the first to jump. Our DZ's are here," he pointed to a small circle, "here," he pointed to another, "and here," he pointed to a third and final circle. "Two medics will accompany you on each plane. They'll be the first to jump. Now, any questions?" Someone in the far back, who looked like to be Donald Malarky raised his hand. "Yes, Private?"

"Now how many of us are gonna actually live that jump?" The private said with a hint of a laugh, making the rest of the crowd chuckle.

Lieutenant Winters shook his head with a smirk, "If y'all listen to the directions, you'll live. Dismissed." He nodded his head curtly and the soldiers stood and began to scatter.

"Eugene! Roe!" A small voice called after the medic who was now walking out of the air hanger. He sighed and turned to face the younger Evelyn Desseau.

"What do you want, Miss Desseau?" He said with a soft sigh, and raised a brow.

Eugene 'Doc' Roe wasn't anything shy of average. He exceeded expectations when helping in the field with the wounded. He had a quick responding time, knew everything he needed to know in saving the soldiers lives, was from Louisiana and Cajun, was not unattractive in anyway. And Evelyn had just been lucky enough to get paired with him. "You can drop that and just call me Evelyn. Evie even works." She smiled brightly and shook her head.

"Now, ya know I don't call anyone by their nicknames." Doc spoke in his thick Cajun accent. He nodded at Evelyn and wondered what she wanted. She was small, but could hold her own in the field. She had dark brown, curly hair that was kept in braid whenever she worked, big doe eyes, and a smile that brightened all of the soldiers days. "Now, what do ya need, Miss?"

Evie rolled her eyes, the smile still on her face, "I was just making sure you have all the needed equipment for tomorrow's jump."

Folding his arms across his chest, he nodded with annoyance. "Of course I have everything prepared, Miss Evelyn. I am the most qualified medic we've got around this place." He turned and began to walk away.

"Well of course you're the most qualified, you're the top of everything we do." Evie followed after him. "And I thought you never used first names." She smirked slightly and kept pace next to Eugene.

"I'll use them when I'm tired." Doc said as they walked down the path and back to their dorm. The sunset was in full bloom, making everything with a orange or pink tint, which made him squint.

"Are you tired now?" She tilted her head a bit and looked towards the medic.

He shook his head and opened the door to their room. "Not at all. There's just a lot on my mind at the moment." He nodded and let Evie enter first. "There's a lot to do before the jump tomorrow. So you better get some sleep." Eugene said, sitting down on his bed. He began to untie his shoes and take them off.

"You should as well. You are the first person jumping." Evie said, slipping off her shoes and laying down on her bed. "It's gonna be a long day." She murmured as she closed her eyes and drifted towards unconsciousness.

"Up and at 'em!" Someone yelled and banged on the door to the medic's room. Today was the day they were going to get ready for the jump. Some men wouldn't make it past tonight. They would be lost, just as generations before them had. However, these were paratroopers. The 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne, Easy Company, the finest in the military. They could outlast any other man or Nazi.

"Today's the day." Eugene sat up and slipped on his white undershirt. They would prepare their supplies, write any last letter to home, eat their final decent meal, whatever they had time for. But of course he wouldn't do any of that. He couldn't. Doc needed to make sure that they had all the medical supplies they would need in each med kit, and make sure he had his hand gun and knife with him. As a medic, he wasn't allowed to carry an M-1, only a pistol. But Evie could only carry a handgun, not even a knife considering she was female. "C'mon, Evie. We gotta get going." He walked over to his trunk and grabbed his bag, watching Evie as she pushed herself up.

"Is it already 1000?" She asked groggily, tying her boots tightly. "I can't believe we make the jump tonight."

"Well you better believe it. Or you won't make it till tomorrow. And I need my right hand woman." Doc said, showing the slightest hint of a smile.

This was the first time Evelyn could remember Eugene smiling even the tiniest bit, and right before they were going to jump into enemy lines of all days. She returned the smile and slipped on her paratrooper jacket with the silver wings. She was one of the men, and she was going to make the jump, and help see them through this long and costly war.

"All ready?" Eugene asked, securing his pack on himself, slipping another morphine kit into it.

Evie nodded whilst tightening a strap around her waist. "All set. You might want to pack a pair of scissors too." She widened her eyes, doing her best not to sound too demanding.

"I won't need any scizzuhs. I can cut the thread with my knife," He chuckled, his Cajun accent heavy.

She headed toward the door and smiled, "If you say so, Doc. We better head out." Evelyn stepped into the light sun, the ground still wet with dew and waited for her partner to come out.

"It's a beautiful morning for such a gloomy day." Eugene noted as he caught up to Evie. "Reminds me of home."

"What's it like in Louisiana?" Evie asked as they walked towards the airplane hanger.

"It isn't much. Lot's of country but lot's of people. I like it. It's home." He shrugged, not wanting to talk about it anymore. "What about you? What's Ohio like?"

"It's... It's not really much of anything." Evelyn laughed softly. "Nothing exciting much happens. Which I suppose could be considered a good thing."

Eugene nodded as they entered the hanger. "I think it is. I always like the quiet places." He glanced at the people getting ready, writing their final goodbyes, eating. "Man, they're gonna feel that food on the flight."

"Don't we have air sickness medicine?" Evie looked to Eugene.

"Of course we do. I'm just worried it may not help too much." He shrugged, setting a med pack on an empty table. "Now, we're gonna need thirty-two packets of morphine, twelve plasma packets, seventy-six band aids, and ninety-five packets of disinfectant for gun wounds. Can you grab that for me, Miss Desseau?"

"Got it, Doc. I'll be right back." Evelyn flashed Eugene her bright smile and headed off towards the supply area.

"Hey, Roe! You've got a minute?" Lieutenant Lewis Nixon of the second battalion came over to him.

"Of course I do, Lieutenant. What do y'all need?" Eugene faced Nixon, wondering why on earth he needed him.

Nixon looked around before speaking, "I just need you to tell the men that if they haven't already written their wills, they should do so before 1400."

"I will, Lieutenant. See you in the loading zone." Eugene nodded and Nixon went back to where he had come from.

Eugene began to tell the men exactly what Nixon had told him. He could see their moods instantly drop when the reality of not coming back finally hit them.

"Doc! I've got!" Evie was over at the table, holding a box of supplies that needed to be sorted into their packs.

Walking back over to the table, he gave Evelyn a "good job" and a pat on the back. He began dividing the supplies into two equal piles for the each of them. The amount they had right now should last them two weeks at most, which was when the most logical time to restock was. "Well, I think we're all ready." Eugene said and refastened his pack onto his jacket. He helped Evelyn with hers before speaking. "We should probably head over to the LZ now."

Evelyn nodded quickly. Even her optimistic mood seemed to turn sullen. He wondered how the reality of war could just now be setting in. They made their over to the the LZ where the others were sitting and listening to Lieutenant Winters' orders. They both began to pass out two small pills to each soldier, one for air sickness and one for motion sickness.

"All right." Winters nodded at his men. "Let's load up." He began going down the row and helping each soldier up. They loaded into the CG-4A, with Eugene being the last one to get in.

The plane ride was bumpy and everyone inside the plane seemed to look like death. The sky was lit up with planes exploding, guns being shot, and the ground was illuminated with fire.

"Line up!" Winters' yelled as loud as he could, standing by the door way. All the men lined up each hitting the other when they were hooked. "Nine okay!", "Eight okay!", "Seven okay!", and so it went on until only one yelled, "One okay!" which happened to be Eugene. Before they all knew it, one side of the plane had been it and bullets were piercing the metal!

"We aren't anywhere near our DZ, sir!" Eugene yelled over the noise.

"That's fine! We're getting you all out now!" Winters yelled back as the light turned from green to red. "Go!"

Eugene took a millisecond before pushing himself out into the darkness, only seeing the exploding planes, and only quick enough to see Evie jump out after him before it all went dark.