Hey everyone! So I am completely revamping my story and re-publishing all of my chapters. I've read through it on here and there are some sentences that are totally screwed up and it leaves my readers trying to translate what the sentence is actually trying to say. So here is the new and improved version! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the SPR characters except for my own.

Thanks for reading! ~xoxx Carolyn

PS: It may take a little time for me to get all of the chapters completely finished and up. School and my internship keep me really busy :(

Omaha beach spread out across the English Channel, it's golden sands beckoning the landing craft closer. The sky was a slate gray, clouds hung low on the horizon, bloated and white. The ocean was a dark, foreboding green, cold as sin she had heard. The date was June 6, 1944, D-Day, one of the largest allied amphibious invasions to take place during the great Second World War.

Private Brooklyn Emma Greene stood in the middle of 20 other men, with a commanding height of 5'10, she stood out for a woman. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she peered out at the expanse of beach, ready for the bloodbath waiting to happen. She was a member of Alpha Company, 2nd Ranger battalion, just one of the many companies set to land that day. To her left was her best friend, Hannah Marie Goldstein. Hannah was a small 5'1 Jewish girl, who was currently puking everything known to man onto the cold, steel floor.

Brooklyn grimaced as men around her threw up over the sides and into the aisles, trying her best not to gag at the smell. Two young women in war. Scandalous. Improper. Unheard of.

Back home, 21 year old Brooklyn had been studying to be a nurse, her home life with her mother quiet and boring. She needed to get out of Denver, Colorado; she needed to get to where she was needed. Her father and two brothers had left for war immediately after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Her father and older brother Shiloh had been sent to fight in the Pacific Theatre. Brooklyn was after her baby brother, Jamie, just 18 years old and missing in action for a month now somewhere in France.

Hannah's story was different, far different from her friend's. Hannah had received the horrifying news that the majority of her family, German Jews, had been ruthlessly dumped into Nazi labor and extermination camps from Dachau to Auschwitz. She had watched her father go off to war and her mother volunteered 24/7 at a factory that designed aircraft parts. Her family's fate was currently unknown and anger and vengeance fueled her fire to get to the European Theatre.

One year before, the girls had signed into the army using deceased male family member's names. If any hint of being women had come up, the recruiting officers must not have cared or noticed, for the girls had been shipped out to basic training not even a week after signing up.

Brooklyn was the only medic on her transport and she knew that her job would not be easy today. Things were different for the two compared to when they first had started. The men knew their true identities now and warmly accepted the women as they were. Brooklyn's long, golden, sun bleached hair cascaded down to mid-back, half of it tied back out of her olive green eyes. Hannah's jet black hair was crammed up under her helmet, her hazel eyes glared out at the bunkers filled with German soldiers.

Pale lips whispered silent prayers as they neared the beach, waves crashing around them, the ocean spray showering the soldiers with its icy fingers. The men formed a tight, protective circle around the two young women as the friends squeezed each others hands in encouragement.

"30 seconds Yanks! God be with you!" Shouted the British transport operator.

"Get out of here as fast as you can and get up that beach! It's not going to be easy but you're going to have to push through heavy fire, the Krauts have pre-sighted the entire beach for MG-42s!" yelled Captain Marshall over the pounding of the channel waters. The landing craft door lowered and bullets screamed through the air as every man in front of Brooklyn was mowed down, blood spraying all over her face and uniform.

"Hannah! Off the sides!" She boosted her shorter friend over before falling out herself. Water burned her eyes as the cold stabbed right through her clothes, her muscles locking into place. All around, soldiers were being hit with bullets that sang through the cold waters. There was a sharp pain in her side as a bullet grazed her causing her to wince with pain. She released her pack and gasped for breath as she reached the surface, the scene before her already ghastly. "God help us," she whispered in horror. She shook her head trying to rid her ears of the ringing from the explosion of a nearby craft, spotting Hannah firing her Thompson frantically in the direction of the German bunkers and machine guns.

Wounded and dying men spotted the red cross on her helmet and cried out for help, the noise overwhelming as she tried to figure out who to go for first. "Medic! Oh god please help!" Half of the men on this beach would never make it home again. She lifted her BAR and began firing as she moved forward towards one of the wounded soldiers. She was immediately stopped by a man, his eyes full of terror as blood spurted from a bloody wreckage that used to be a right arm. He held out the limb in his left hand to her shock, "Help me please! You've got to put it back on!" His pleas were hysterical as she sadly shook her head, "I can't-" she choked out and watched as he fell to the sand, dead, his eyes staring lifelessly into the bleak sky.

Explosions rocked the beach as mortars and grenades exploded all around her. The sound of rough German voices could be heard from above and she wanted nothing more than to drown it all out. She fell to the beach and covered her ears as a grenade exploded nearby. Her ears rang with an intensity that was enough to make anyone wish they were dead. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion as she looked at everything around her. Men were waving frantically, some with limbs blown off, others with internal organs hanging from their bodies. Suddenly a voice rang through the din, "Brooklyn! Get your ass over there, that medic needs you!" Hannah called pointing.

Private Irwin Wade looked up at the woman who fell to his side at the ready, "How bad is it?"

"We need to stop the bleeding." Brooklyn took some of the medical tissue and began to wipe away the crimson blood, applying pressure, working in perfect sync with the young man with angry brown eyes.

"WADE! Wade get your ass over here! WADE!" called a squad of men. Hannah fell in line against the sea wall and covered her best friend as best as she could. Wade pulled up the body of a dead soldier, using it as a barrier to protect the man from the line of fire.

"We got it! We stopped the bleeding!" Wade's enthusiasm was immediately crushed as a bullet struck the wounded soldier in the head. He threw the bloodied bandages aside and looked up at the bunker, fire and venom in his eyes, "Fuck! Just give us a fucking chance you son of a bitch! You son of a fucking cocksucker!" Brooklyn grasped his shoulder, "I'm sorry Wade."

He frowned and looked over at her, "Brooklyn." "Pretty name for a girl" he replied, a small, genuine smile crossing his face before disappearing as he threw himself against the sea wall with the other medic.

The sounds of more explosions filled the air as sand flew up and swirled in the air, bullets striking the bodies of those who were already dead. The pools of water all over the beach were stained a dark red, fish had washed up and filled the air with a putrid odor.

Captain John Miller turned to the two girls "Who are you?" he shouted over the clamor. Another explosion shook the beach.

"Private Brooklyn Greene sir, Alpha Company!"

"Private Hannah Goldstein, same as her!"

"Our company was destroyed, I haven't seen another one of us."

Miller nodded, "We could use another medic, we're folding you into our company."

"Yes sir." Captain Miller nodded, "Gather weapons and ammo!" Men rushed and scattered like birds to find and salvage what they could.

"Bangalores! Bring up some bangalores!" Sergeant Horvath called back, "Heads up, Bangers coming your way!"

Brooklyn caught site of the pipe explosives and moved aside as they were placed and prepared.

Privates Jackson and Reiben both crashed into the wall next to the group, "Jackson and Reiben sir!" Private Daniel Jackson stopped speaking as his ice blue eyes beheld those of a surreal olive green with golden sunbursts.

Brooklyn felt her breath hitch in her chest, "Well I'll be damned," Reiben murmured softly, his Brooklyn accent heavy as he caught sight of the young woman with the streaming golden hair.

"Bangalores! Clear the shingle!" The voice of Captain Miller shattered through their thoughts. Brooklyn and Hannah shielded themselves from the falling debris.

"We're in business! Defilade! Other side of the hole!" Horvath shouted. Brooklyn pulled her best friend along as they dodged bullets that tore through the air at the speed of light.

Wade called out their names and motioned quickly, "Over here!" Weapons were loaded with full magazines and the squad awaited orders.

Brooklyn's head snapped up when she heard Captain Miller, "Jackson!"

"Sir?"

"See that impact crater?"

Jackson looked into the small vanity "Yes sir."

"That should give you complete cover from that machine gun position. Get in there and give me some fire. . .Greene!"

Brooklyn leaned out from behind the protection of Wade, "Sir?"

"You're good with that BAR, get over there with Jackson, cover him, he's this country's best sniper and if he dies it's on you!"

"Comforting," she muttered sarcastically. "Yes sir, I'll keep him going."

"Wait for my command to move." Brooklyn watched in silence as the sniper kissed the cross around his neck and prepared his Springfield. "Jackson, Greene go!" Brooklyn flew out from behind the wall and fired up towards the guns, moving stealthily and gracefully across the debris ridden ground. Jackson watched with fascination and awe as she moved with feline like reflexes through the rubble, following close behind.

The two fell into the impact crater and she caught his eye, "Work your magic sniper boy!"

Jackson took the rifle and positioned it, reciting words from the Bible, "Be not thou far from me O Lord" a bullet passed through one of the machine gun operators and he fell from above, his body flailing until he hit the ground. "All my strength haste thee to help me." Another German fell lifelessly through the sandbags to the ground below and the squad began to move forward at Captain Miller's orders.

Brooklyn and Jackson ran after them but she stopped in a matter of seconds, "What's the matter, you hit?"

"I'm a medic...I have a job to do!"

Daniel reluctantly left her to help a young soldier. "It hurts, it hurts so damn much" he cried.

"What's your name?"

"Dan-Danny Wood, ma-ma'am."

"Danny you're going to be ok, I need you to stay with me and concentrate on my voice. Good?" He nodded and looked up at her intently. She examined the bullet wound in his side and pulled out forceps, scissors, and bandages, beginning her work. She had firm grasp of the bullet when her work was crudely disrupted. With a resounding roar, flames burst through one of the cement bunkers and Brooklyn fell on top of Danny, covering his body with hers protectively. Burning Germans jumped from the fortification, their screams adding to the miserable music that played over the beaches of Normandy.

"Ma'am we've got it from here." Another medical squad had arrived, startling her.

She nodded and then terror seized her, "Hannah" she whispered. Her long legs carried her towards the trenches and bunkers, the sounds of machine guns and rifles filling the stifling air.

Hannah knelt next to Private Stanley Mellish, her golden star of David swinging from a chain around her neck. "We'll kill every last son of a bitch who murdered our people, I promise," she whispered sharing his tears. They both looked down at the Hitler Youth knife that Carpoza had given Mellish. Stanley looked up into Hannah's eyes and in that moment knew that he had found someone special in the midst of the black chaos.

"We'll do it" he murmured.

"Your friend's alright" Private Adrian Carpoza smiled at Brooklyn.

"Thank you...uhm...?"

"That's Carpoza, Carpy, whatever you like dollface."

"And you're Reiben?"

The New York native smiled brightly, "Yea, Richard, Brooklyn right?"

"Brooklyn Greene. . ." He turned to reveal the back of his jacket 'Brooklyn U.S.A.' "Shoulda guessed" she snickered. Richard Reiben was captivated by her smile, his heart fluttered as he watched her standing there.

"Hey yo Reiben wake up, she's cute huh?" Adrian motioned towards Brooklyn.

"Yea but don't go gettin' any ideas Carpy."

"Brooklyn you're ok!"

"Wade! You made it in one piece" she smiled hugging the young man.

A shy smile crossed his face, "You did fine work today, I've never met a female medic who was that fast and proficient. . .given you are the first female medic I've worked with."

"Thank you I-" Her world grew silent as those ice blue eyes fixated on her, watching her every move.

Private Jackson moved forward, "Daniel Jackson from Tennessee. . .also known as best sniper in the world." She could barely keep her thoughts in order as she listened to his velvety, Southern drawl.

"Brooklyn" she managed in a small voice. He offered a small smile and nodded.

"We need all medics on the beach and in the bunkers tending to the wounded" a voice called out through the afternoon. Brooklyn and Wade made their way to the cliffs and looked down below, their eyes taking in the wasteful wreckage of dead and wounded. Jackson and Reiben both watched the girl with a new found interest and protectiveness as she took off towards her duties.