The kid had guts. this young man, no older than 18, was determined. His name? Frank LaRoche. His archenemy? Assualt Team leader Corporal Samuel Corrion. His fire team leader.

Pvt. Franky was also the lowest-ranking person in his unit. This did not seem to worry him.

His bad daydreams he had to cope with overwhelmed. He ignored it. Like a strange radioman he sees talking to Staff Sergeant Matthew Baker, his unit leader.

This is his story.

Private Franky LaRoche-D-Day.

"For the hundredth time, don't call me Beans!"

This was Franky's first words to Jas on D-Day. Private First Class Gary Jasper of the Machine Gun and Bazooka fire teams was quite the joker. He was the one who wrote "Bullet Magnet" on Corporal Franklin Paddock's archenemy, his own group Jeep. He was the one who wrote "and Beans!" on Franky's shirt.

Matt was walking towards Franky. Franky walked away with him. His tongue started to wonder.

Meanwhile, Staff Sergeant Joseph "Red" Hartsock was making a move for Jasper.

"Hey, Jas! could you steal some paint for me?"

"What for?"

"The tip of the spear, Jas. We need to look sharp."

"WILCOO?!"

Franky stopped to watch this unfold. He decided to ignore this and keep walking.

"...And he kept telling me I didn't look 18!"

"You don't."

Franky asked Baker to talk to Corrion. It seems he has it in for him. Baker leaves and is soon forced to endure another of Private First Class Michael Dawson's fate lectures. Dawson was an Englishman born to a rich father and a poor mother. He often said things about fate.

Meanwhile, Red had just walked into an argument between Paddock and Private First Class James "Mussolini" Roselli, of Italian descent. Red tried to break this up.

"...And the plan is simple. Punch through German lines, punch straight into Berlin, punch Hitler in the face, win the war and be home for Christmas. Work really hard for this, because I want to meet my daughter before she turns three.

This moment was not very sentimental, as he heard cries of "If you kill Hitler, something worse will happen!", "Awwwwwwwww, he wants to win a war for a two-year-old!", and "Verdammt! He punched me in the face! Full-scale attack!" from outside the tent.

Private First Class Dean "Friar" Winchell interrupted. "Next time you cheat, Paddock, don't use two queen of spades!"

Hartsock decided this was going nowhere and left. He spied Franky listening in from the side of the tent, but kept his mouth shut.

"Did you get that paint?!"

"WILLCOOO?!"

They got into a conversation about callsigns.

"Heiligen Misten! ein Zebra!"

"Hey, a toucan! It'll peck your frikkin' eyes out, man."

"I suggest you hit the mess and get some sleep. It's the last of either you'll get for a ***d*mn while."