A/N: Hello, welcome to my little fic. I Love this show, and this is a fic based on that and a little off the book. However, I respect the original veterans a lot and of course mean no disrespect to them or their families. This fiction is based of off the fictional depiction of them.
I own nothing except my OC. And I hope you enjoy. I put a lot of work into this.
Chris's P.O.V
"YOU PEOPLE ARE AT A POSITION OF ATTENTION." Sobel yelled walking in front of us.
I stood straight looking ahead, though my body was aching while I was sweating like a pig, I did not blink. Sobel walked around us, nose high in the sky, walking like he owned the ground, inspecting us from head to toe. I breathed in right before he walked past me. He looked me up and down. He stopped and looked at something closely, I held my breath. Sh*t, he knew, or had an infraction, then he would catch me and I would be done. He looked at me disgusted and walked away to the next paratroper. I let out a sigh of relief, I should stop panicking, no one had any clues what so ever. I would be fine. As long as people kept assuming, that the reason I did not shower with them, was because I was insecure about a small penis, I was good.
We had lost our weekend passes. Which did not bother me much. I had not had one to begin with anyways. We walked back to the barracks, I rolled my eyes at Perconte bitching about blousing his trousers.
We were running Currahee, stand alone. I liked that, you should be able to hold your own, after all no matter what happens, the most important things in our life, happen to us alone. Sure marriage and those sort of big moments are with someone. But you get birthed alone, you mourne alone, you feel the joy alone, you die alone.
"I didn't catch your name." The fella next to me said extending his hand.
"Private Chris Lacy, nice to meet you." I said, my Chichargo accent coming through.
"No kidding, George Luz. How you doing Lace?" He asked, I took his hand and shook it.
"Fantastic, I love running mindlessly up a mountain with a man yelling at me." I said sarcastically. I should probably be careful with that, not everyone got sarcasm. And my mother always told me, that my mouth would get me in trouble some day.
"That is a good one. You're alright kiddo." He said and grinned at me, I smiled back.
He seemed nice, and getting a friend would be nice. The men in the company seemed nice enough. I would probably have to learn how to gamble with them. Afterwards though I was certain I would fit right in. Normally I drink and swear like a salior, did make my mother very "proud". One of the boys, my mother used to scold me for that. "Be more lady like, wear more dresses, get yourself a man." If she only could see me now, running down a mountain, surrounded by men, smelling and looking like one. She would have a hoot.
When we were finally done running that god for saken mountain I had decided on two things, 1. Sobel was the king of hell who had come to earth to punish us for our sins. And 2. The men of easy was actually pretty cool.
Luz practically dragged me to a table to introduce me at supper. I sat down on the bench starving not waiting till Luz introduced me before starting to eat. One particular thing I liked about being in the millitary surrounded by men, who also think you are a man: You can eat without manners. And I was starving. So I started eating like this was the last meal I was ever gonna have. Not caring if I looked pretty or even sat up straight.
"Let me introduce you." He said smiling then looking at me eat, he looked a little disgusted.
I returned the look to him, why should he care how I ate.
"Fellas, this charming fella is Chris Lacy, the master of sarcasm." I shrugged at that assumption, it is not the worst reputation to have. He pointed around introducing everyone, I nodded at them as a greeting.
"That over there is Eugene Roe, a little quiet but I think he has some humor in there somewhere. Frank Perconte, annoying little italien, whose life goal is to have clean teeth and to annoy me. Malarkey, a lovely irish man, and has a fantastic sense of humor. Skip Muck, Faye Tanner is the love of his life, please do not ask, he will not shut up. Guarnere is or philly italien, don't go around telling him your secrets, he will spread it. Joe Toye, is a little angry, but deep down soft as a teddy bear." That comment earned Luz a smack from Joe, and Joe telling him he was not a damn softie.
"Bill Randlemann, a great southern gentleman, we like to call him Bull. Lastly Joe Liebgott, great guy inside, but he is a little sensitive, just be aware of what you say to him when it is his time of the month." He said chuckling. Liebgott launched at him giving him a great smack across the face.
"Watch it Luz, I aint no f*cking broad. Unless you want me to make you bleed once a month." He threathened, Luz lifted his hands in an innocent manner, but I saw that he wore a look that was not quite as innocent. I could feel that either my time would be spent hanging out with Joe annoying Luz, or with Luz trying to get Liebgotts blood boiling.
"I'm George Luz, company clown, and fantastic impersonator. What about you?" He asked and I shrugged swallowing the last of my food.
"Not much to tell, Chris Lacy, call my Chris or Lace, what ever floats your boat, Chicargo born and raised, and according to Luz I am a master of sarcasm." I said, he grinned at me, and we kept talking and laughing amongst ourselves during the rest of dinner.
When we went back to our barracks and the boys started gambling. I had kept to myself the previous nights, but tonight I decided to join. I sat down between Liebgott and Luz, which was probably wise, since it seemed to be Luz mission in life to annoy him.
"Ladies." I said greeting them all, I was not met with a light grumble, but was dealt a hand of cards.
I leaned over to Luz, poking in motioning that I wanted to whisper something to him.
"So, how do you do this thing?" I whispered and he chuckled.
"What you never played cards before?" He said loudly in disbelief. So much for discression about my inability to play cards.
"I play cards. Just not this game." I said shrugging, and the men around me chuckled.
"It is okay kiddo, Jolly old saint Luz will be your guide in life. I'll teach ya." He said looking at my cards and teaching me the proper plays and such.
I had gotten the hang of it when Martin came in and called lights out. We got up and went to our separate bunks, I almost moaned when I laid down from pure exhaustion, I caught it before I let it happen. They would probably catch that moan if it sounded feminine, if it did not get me caught it would be get me teased.
"Night boys." Martin called, turning the lights off.
"Night mom." I heard myself say. I put a hand over my mouth, oh no! What the hell had I just said? I was dead meat, talking to my sergent like that.
However I could see Martin grin a little as he then turned and walked away shaking his head, while the rest of the company was laughing their asses off. I had really not meant to say that. It was just one of those things that slipped out, without the brains consensus. If it had at least been quiet it would have been better, but my brain decided that louder was better. Tomorrow was gonna be real bad if anyone knew it was me. I would get teased about being a mama's boy. Why can't I learn to think before I speak?
At least the company men seemed to like me. Maybe they would stand up for me if I ever got caught.
Who the hell was I kidding? if I ever do get caught, I will be shot, and all of these men will turn against me, because I have lied to their faces, and because they will not be able to handle that a woman got that far in the war.
