YAH NEW STORY! Because i had a lot of Babe feels... but don't worry i'm still working on my other fanfic! New chapter tomorrow, probably.

So as usual, no disrespect is intended towards the real members of Easy Company. This is based solely off of the characters portrayed in the mini series, and some other random facts i found in books and online.

Chapter 1

Dear Babe,

Guess who it is. Although you must have forgotten about me since your mother told me you left and joined the paratroopers. Without telling me. What the hell were you thinking, Babe? Why couldn't you join something that would keep you out of harm's way? Or stayed in the ship yards? Do you know how much shit I'll be in with Doris when I have to tell her you snuck underneath our noses and left? If you don't killed overseas Edward Heffron, I will make it my personal goal to make sure you are in as much pain as possible when you return.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way I can move on to what you really care about: whether Doris is being faithful. And since I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunity with the "natives" of whatever country you end up in, if I were you, I'd jump at the bit for those girls, because Doris is not going to hang around. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Oh, your mother wants me to remind you to take care. Why she doesn't just write her own letter to you I don't know. Also, expect random letters from my mom, she's been a bit off since we heard about Calvin…

Well, that seems like a somber enough note to end this letter on. Just know Mr. Heffron that you will be in a load of shit when you get home.

Deepest Regards,

Catherine Rousseau (which since you've forgotten, is the girl who's lived next to you for the last 19 years)

Babe got the letter after arriving in England. Honestly he was surprised it took Cat that long to write him. Although she had been busy planning her wedding to Jim or Lim or whatever his name was. All Babe knew was that he hated him and that he was a sailor. Maybe it just took a while for the letter to get to him, since Doris had already broken it off with him. Whatever "it" was.

"Hey Babe, we're heading to the pub, how 'bout a game of darts?" Bill Guarnere asked from across the barracks.

"Yeah, yeah sure Bill. Give me a sec." Babe stuffed the letter into his footlocker, telling himself he'll get back to it tomorrow.

A few beers later and he was playing a game of darts with George Luz, Buck Compton, and Joe Toye. Bill, who had dropped out of the game early, was watching.

"Heffron? Finish me up." Buck passed off the darts to Babe.

"What does he need?" George asked Buck, who shook his head slightly. "What does he need?" George repeated.

"Double sevens." Babe responded, sizing up the board. And –boop—he made the shot. Babe was pretty good at darts, one of the few things he took pride in, as shown by the smile sneaking on to his face. Cat's dad had taught the three of them –Cat, Babe, and Cat's older brother Calvin—how to play when they were younger. Many a nights Babe sat around shooting darts while Cat dressed up for one date or another. And he would stay there until she got back, because every so often she would come home crying.

"You're embarrassing the Lieutenant here. Have a drink." Bill brought him back from his memories and handed him a beer. How many had he had tonight? Who knows. All he knows is that his mother would not be proud of him.

"Don't mind if I do, Sarge."

"Better start winning money soon, I think your buddies are starting to miss you." Bill gestured towards the men seated at the table next to them. These were men Heffron met up with at the replacement depot, and lucked out in being assigned the same company. He hadn't known them for much longer than the Toccoa men, but they bonded together over the fact that they were the new guys.

"Yeah, they do look kinda sad don't they?" Babe said, his Philly accent shining through.

"They're just serious fighting men, that's all." This came from Bull Randleman.

"I'll think I'll go introduce myself." Bill said, wandering over to the table. Babe wandered back towards the men still playing darts.

"Well it's a good thing we weren't gambling!" Buck said to Luz.

"Oh boy we would have gotten killed." Luz responded.

"Do you wanna bet?" Babe asked them.

"What?"

"Do you wanna bet? A pack of smokes." Babe's proposition was met by reluctance from Luz and Compton.

"First one to hit the Bulls-eye?" Buck proposed.

"Yeah!" Babe responded, "One shot, One shot."

Compton gave a shrug towards Luz, "Why not? Make it two?"

"Two packs."

"Alright, two packs, one shot."

"Here we go, here we go."

Buck got ready to shoot.

"Lieutenant, are you gonna shoot lefty all night?" Luz asked. Oh shit. Babe thought.

"Hey, come on." Toye said.

"I'm just curious because he's right handed." It was then that Babe knew they were being tricked. And when Buck made the shot, he reluctantly handed over the pack of cigarettes. A bet is a bet.

Babe looked over to see how his fellow replacements were doing, to hear Bill telling the story of "Darling Doris." He shook his head, an embarrassed smile on his face, looking at his feet.

Dear Cat,

First of all, that's some awfully strong language for a lady to be using. But no, I didn't forget about you. I was busy. Basic was tiresome, and even here there's barely time to do anything other than train.

Haven't you heard? Doris broke it off with me, sent me a "Dear Babe Letter" according to Bill Guarnere. He's from South Philly, too, did you know him?

The guys seem to be respecting me a bit more now than when I first showed up, even played darts with me.

Yeah, I heard about Calvin, but I'm sure he'll be out of the hospital soon. He'll be honorably discharged, I'm assuming?

We've been training real hard, preparing for new missions. They keep canceling them though, the missions. We're just waiting until the real one. But Cat, I don't want it to be anytime soon. I'm not ready to jump into combat. I just, I don't know what it'll be like, or what will happen to me. I'm scared, Cat. I can't talk to any of the guys about it; they'll just call me a "damn replacement." Cat, I just hope I can make it back home. I don't know what my mom would do if I didn't. I hope you're still going to church. Do you mind praying for me and the guys? We could certainly use it.

I hope all is going well with your wedding plans with Jim.

Regards,

Babe

Catherine Rousseau had a family that was French in origin. She'd never actually been there. It was funny, maybe Babe would make it there, to her homeland. And for an even bigger twist, maybe she should visit Ireland.

She had brown hair. Not dark brown or light brown, just brown. It wasn't curly unless she curled it, and it certainly wasn't straight. It was wavy in the way that people imagine a mermaid's hair to be. Her eyes were the only interesting thing about her physical appearance. They were green, and much too large for the rest of her face, giving her a baby deer sort of look. Her eyes were mostly what drew suitors in when she was younger. It was a well-known fact that Catherine Rousseau was the most-dated girl in South Philadelphia High School. At least until she dropped out to work in the shipyard with Babe. And then she became the most-dated girl in South Philly. This of course was a great exaggeration, but Babe made fun of her for it many a time.

But now she was betrothed to Mr. Timothy Greene. He was in the navy, somewhere out in the Pacific. She didn't get letters from him very often, but when she did they spoke nothing of what was happening around him, but rather they were about how much he loved and missed her.

Which was why Babe's long overdue letter was so refreshing. It was horribly short, but gave more insight into what was going on over there than the dozens of letters she had already received from Tim.

"Catherine, Ms. Keener needs your help down the street. Her cat is up in the tree again."

"Yeah, I'll be right down." Ms. Keener was the elderly lady who lived about a block down and had a cat that frequently climbed the tree in her front yard. It has been Catherine's job since she was twelve to get said cat back down.

The black cat was really high up this time. She sighed before pulling herself up onto the first branch. She nimbly wound her way up the tree, finally reaching the cat.

"Come on you stupid thing."

"You know, I understand you must have gotten lonely, but talking to cats is stooping pretty low, even for you."

Catherine looked down, recognizing the voice instantly. "CALVIN!"

Her older brother laughed. He was supported by a pair of crutches, since one of his legs was blown off below the knee. Catherine jumped down from the tree, the troublesome cat forgotten. She sprinted the few feet to her brother, giving him a giant hug.

"You're back!" She noticed he was still in his class A's.

"Yep, haven't even been home yet." He smiled at her.

"Ok, let me get this darn cat and then we'll be on our way." She climbed back up the tree, grabbed the cat—which earned her a couple of nice scratches to her arms—and helped Calvin home.

Her mom was beside herself. A feast was planned, neighbors were invited, and everyone welcomed home "the wounded warrior."

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