Hello,

First and foremost I would like to say that this story is based on the characters of the show and NOT the real people. I absolutely admire all of those brave men who gave up their lives to provide a better future for our generations and the next… I have the greatest respect for their bravery and everything they had done for it was the thought of that that kept me going for the past 7 months or so in the war in my country.

Second of all, I have no ownership, what so ever, as all rights belongs to HBO, Stephen E. Ambrose, Steven Speilberg and Tom Hanks. They've done an amazing job!

Third of, I read many stories in this website where girls join the paratroopers and join Easy Company to fight in the WWII, and I have enjoyed every one of them. I decided to make my own where not a girl who joins the troopers but a guy!

I hope you all enjoy reading this and any opinions or anything, just send me a message and I'll reply ASAP!

Hodhod2011danger

P.S. This is an edited version of the chapter thanks to Azrael's Darkest Secrets who helped me correct a few mistakes and who was also my first revewer. Thank you:)


For every beginning, there's an end…

The Fight to Die

When you see my face,

Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.

When you walk my way,

Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.

The All American Rejicts-Gives you Hell


Chapter 1- Currahee

Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment of the 101st Airborne Division, stood at attention in a boot camp at Toccoa, Georgia. The hot sun beat down on them as they waited for their CO, Lieutenant Herbert Sobel, to arrive.

I was standing all the way at the front. My legs were tired from standing for too long, my back was killing me and there were still no traces of Lieutenant Sobel.

*Where in the goddamn hell is he?

"You people are at the position of attention!"

*Found 'im!

Startled, I fell over on my back, earning some stifled laughs from my soon to be brothers in arms around me. I swear that man has a very bad timing. The moment I had started to stretch my aching back, he decided to finally show up.

"What's your name, Private?" Shouted Sobel as he stood right in front of me after I finally stood up.

*I'm so gonna get it now!

I shot a glance at him, and I wish I hadn't. I had seen him before and at the moment I wish I had never done so. I stared straight ahead of me, heart hammering painfully in fear, hoping that he wouldn't recognize me, "Quest, Duncan L., Sir!"

He raised his eyebrows staring at me with a calculative look, "have we met before, Private?"

I gulped painfully, "Don't think so, sir!"

*please don't recognize me, please don't recognize me!

"Where are you from, Private Quest?"

"South Philly, Pennsylvania, Sir!"

"Ever been to Chicago?"

*oh shit!

I hesitated for a second before answering, "Just once, sir, when I firs' came from Germany, sir!"

"And how old were you when you came, private?"

*He so totally remembers, oh shit! Oh, shit!

"Eleven, sir!"

He nodded his head, before suddenly grabbing me by the collar of my jacket, bringing me nose to nose with him with my feet dangling in the air, "I will not have slackers in my Company, Private Quest!" he shook me a little, "you understand?" Before I could answer, he let go of me and I fell flat on my back, again, "your weekend pass is revoked, Private!" I quickly scrambled to my feet and stood at attention as Sobel went to harass another soldier.

"Private Perconte," Sobel stood right in front him. If my heart wasn't going thousands miles per hour at the moment, I would have been laughing at the height difference between them. I mean sure at the moment I was an inch shorter than Perconte, but that was only because I was a late bloomer. Absolutely not my fault! Sobel continued, and he seemed to be realizing the height difference too apparently, "have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?"

"No, sir," replied Perconte.

"Then explain the creases at the bottom"

Poor Perconte was obviously trying in vain to think of something to say, but came up empty handed, "no excuse, sir!"

Sobel looked like he wanted to smirk, but successfully suppressed it, "Volunteering for the Parachute Infantry is one thing, Private Perconte, but you've got a long way ahead of you to prove to me that you belong here," he said, "Your weekend pass is revoked," and with that he started pacing back and forth like a lion searching for his next prey. His eyes fell on me again, and I swear I almost pissed myself.

*Its official, that man fucking hates me!

Thankfully, NOT, his gaze moved somewhere else, and I took in a deep breath that I hadn't realized I was holding in the first place.

To Luz's luck, or lack of, Sobel marched straight up to him, "Name?"

Luz passed him his rifle, staring straight ahead, "Luz, George," in his nervous state, he said it so fast that it sounded kind of gibberish. Well, at least to my ears it did.

Sobel checked his gun, "Dirt in the rear side aperture," he told him, "pass revoked," He gave Luz his gun back, before making his way over to sergeant Lipton, "When did you sew on these chevrons, Sergeant Lipton?"

Lipton replied, "Yesterday, Sir"

Sobel reached up onto Lipton's right upper arm, "long enough not to notice this?" he questioned holding a small piece of thread, "revoked!"

"Sir!" Lipton was too much of a polite man that even when Sobel pokes fun of him he still shows him respect.

*God bless you Carwood Lipton!

Sobel paced around a bit more before going to Malarkey, "Name?"

Malarkey took a step back while cocking his gun, "Malarkey, Donald G."

Apparently Sobel didn't like it when Malarkey stepped back for he snatched the gun angrily out of Malarkey's hands, "Malarkey's slang for bullshit, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Rust on the butt plate hinge-spring, Private Bullshit," he tossed Malarkey his gun back, "revoked!"

*what kind of a sick and twisted man was he? This was the first time we meet him and that's how he's treating us? Revoking our weekend passes?

Sobel went to his next victim, "Name?"

Liebgott stared at him with a blank face, cocking his gun, "Liebgott, Joseph D, sir!" instead of grabbing his gun like he had done to the rest of the guys, Sobel grabbed his bayonet, "Rusty bayonet, Liebgott. You wanna kill Germans?"

"Yes, sir," Liebgott replied with no emotion.

Sobel hit Liebgott on his helmet with the bayonet, "not with this!" he exclaimed. Then Sobel marched to the front to face the whole company, waving the bayonet in the air, "I wouldn't take this rusty piece of shit to war, and I will not take any of you to war in this condition!" with that he threw the bayonet to the ground, "now thanks to these men and their infractions, every man in this company who had a weekend pass, has lost it! Change into your P.T. gear, we're running Currahee," then to everyone's happiness, Sobel climbed into the waiting jeep and drove away.

We all made our way to the barracks thinking of only one thing,

*what the hell have we gotten ourselves into?


"You know what?" cried Warren Muck. We all turned to him expectedly. When he realized that he's got most of everyone's attention, he continued, "I can't believe that it's our first week here and that a-hole already took away our weekend passes," he threw his jacket angrily on his bed, "I mean, couldn't he wait like a week or two…"

"Or three or four or maybe seven!"

Muck threw his pillow at Malarkey, "jackass!" Malarkey threw it back at him, receiving a glare as it hit Muck on the head.

I felt a small portion of guilt inside of me as I heard the guys complain about Sobel. I wish Sobel hadn't recognized me. I wish I hadn't embarrassed Sobel before. I wish I hadn't joined the Paratroopers. Maybe then, these guys wouldn't have much of a bitter commander and maybe then they wouldn't have their weekend passes revoked! Dietrich was right. I was full of bad luck and I would only bring the people around me trouble!

I felt someone stand beside me breaking my train of thoughts. Instead of looking at him, I decided to ignore whoever it was thinking that he might take the hint that I wasn't in the mood for chatter and leave. Sadly, he didn't!

"So, you're from South Philly, eh?" I looked up only to find William 'Bill' Guarnere standing before me. I nodded silently.

"I could tell, I'm from 17th street,"

"Good for you!" I replied in monotone, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

He furred his eyebrows somewhat angrily, "what the hell is your gawddamn problem, kid?" he spat, "Sobel stole your gawddamn manners or your just fucking pissed your ma ain't 'ere ta give ya a fuckin' good luck kiss?"

My temper was limited. Five minutes ago Sobel revoked my pass and now this guy was not helping my anger any. So forgetting all sounds of reason, I jumped up so I was standing chest to chest with Guarnere, but, unfortunately, I was still almost a head and a couple of inches shorter, "A'right now, tough guy," I hissed, coolly, "first and fo'most, name's Duncan, it ain't kid,"

He crossed his arms, "oh, yeah?"

"Yeah! An' two, I've got fuckin' Sobel up my fuckin' ass and I don't fuckin' need any gawddamned asshole ta annoy the fuck outta my a'ready fucked up ass!"

He sized me up, looking at me up and down. Raising his eyebrows in amusement, he nodded in approval with a smile, "you're from South Philly, alright!" he patted me on the shoulder, "ye ain't so bad, Quest!"

I chuckled softly, my frustration, suddenly, dying away as if it never was there, "thanks," then a thought came up to my head, "so, you're Guarnere, eh?"

"Last time I checked, yeah!"

"Any relation ta Henry Guarnere?"

"I should; he's my brother!" he replied.

I nodded my head, chuckling softly, "ye look nothin' like 'enry,"

"I know. I look better than 'im, don't I?" he boasted, "but seriously, how'd ye know 'im?"

I shrugged, "We met once, saved my ass a couple times, too!"

He chuckled, "seriously?"

I nodded, "yup. I got cornered by a gang of ass'oles once, and he became my night in the fuckin' shinin' armor!" Guarnere let out a barked laugh. I chuckled softly as I remembered the day like it was only yesterday, "so, yeah! We just clicked, and he taught me how ta throw a mean punch, or 'knuckle sandwich' as he liked to call it,"

"Ha! That explains why he came home late, that night, covered in blood"

I winced, "yeah, sorry 'bout that!"

"Me ma threw a fit" he shook his head, before looking at me with a raised eyebrow, "anyway, what hell was that back there with Sobel?"

I narrowed my eyes, my anger levels rising in full blast, "that fucker hates me,"

"Yeah, no shit! But why?"

I let out a sigh, "apparently, 'couple years ago, when I worked in a bar in Chicag..."

"Hold up! What?" he cut in, "how fucking old were you, then?"

"Does it matter?" I continued, "Anyway, one nigh' during work, I kinda slipped an' all the drinks I was carryin' spilled on this guy an' his dame," Guarnere let out a low whistle, "ah, huh! The broad started bitch slapping 'im. Makin' a big scene 'bout it, too," I gave a small shrug, "an' now our dear Lieutenant got me on his gawddmaned top mos' hated lists!" then I mumbled quietly, "Got me friggin' fired, too!"

Guarnere let out a laugh, "sucks to be you, kid!" I nodded in agreement, "How old were ya, when that happened?"

I shrugged as I thought, "well it was almost three years ago, so abou' twelve? Thirteen, maybe? Give or take" I shrugged, carelessly.

His eyes widened, "ya shittin' me? Are you tellin' me your parents let ya work in a friggin' bar that young?"

I was saved from answering by Joe Toye, as he came to joined us, "Hey Guarno, ya got yourself a boyfriend, or somethin'?"

Guarnere shook his head, "you can go fuck yourself, Toye"

"Nah," he replied, "you'd enjoy it too much,"

"You wish!"

Toye turned to me, "we didn't to get to properly meet. Joe Toye,"

"Duncan Quest," I shook his hand.

"So, uh, you're from Philly, eh?"

"Yup, 13th street,"

"Looks like we're having our own Philly club in here, ain't that right?"

"Seems so," I replied before turning back to tying my boot strings, thinking about the great Currahee hill that we're going to be running in two minutes.

"I wonder how many miles it is?" Toye said thinking of the same thing I was.

Guarnere glanced at him from my other side, "I don't know and, for god's sake, I definitely don't wanna know either," he said.

Toye nodded, "I sure hope we'd manage to make it to the top!"

"I sure hope we'd survive makin' it to the bottom," I said with dread. Guarnere patted my shoulder.

"I ain't going up that hill!" Perconte announced loudly from where he was sitting on his bed.

"Sure you won't," Muck breathed in exaggeration.

Suddenly the door burst open and Johnny Martin strode in looking all angry as he tied the drawstrings of his shorts, "what were you thinkin' of, Perconte, blousin' your pants?"

"Shut up, Martin, alright?" Perconte replied, angrily, "He gigged everybody!"

"Yeah!" retorted, Johnny, "well, you should've known better. Don't give 'im no excuses!"

"Excuses?" now Perconte stood up angrily, pointing at the trousers lying on his bed, "why don't you come 'ere, look at these trousers, get down and you tell me if there is any crease on 'em?"

Sergeant Lipton stepped in, interrupting whatever Johnny was going to say next, "Alright! Let's go, on the road in P.T formation!" Everyone stood up and made their way out. Lipton realized that Perconte was still standing there with his jacket on, "Let's go Perconte," Perconte ripped his jacked off and stormed out passed me.

"Private White, why are you not in your P.T. gear?" I turned to find Sgt. Lipton trying to get White to change in his P.T clothes, but was ignored.

"'ey, Lip," I called. Lipton turned to me, shocked that one more person was still in here. Before he could say anything, I said, "cut 'im some slack, would ya?" he opened his mouth to argue, but I interrupted him, again, "common! One time ain't gonna hurt nobody!" and with that I made my way out, falling in line with the rest of Easy Company.

"Ah, Easy Company," one of the guys from fox company taunted, "Hey, while you guys go running, don't worry, we'll take your dames out to the movies for ya!" the guys around him started laughing. In front of me Muck made a motion to through one of the pebbles, in his hands, at them but refrained from doing so.

"Yeah, good! They need some female company," Liebgott retorted before he, Muck, Malarkey, Talbert, and George Luz ran at them, nocking their hats to the ground.

I heard footsteps running behind me and a second later Lipton was walking besides me. "White ain't with cha, eh?" I asked him, staring straight ahead.

"Nah, one time won't hurt anyone!" he turned to me with a smirk. I gave him one in return as we made our way to the beginning of what will soon be called 'the Hill of Nightmares'.


"What're we running?"

"Currahee!"

"What does Currahee mean?"

"We stand alone!"

"How many miles up and down?"

"3 miles up, 3 miles down!"

"And what Company is this?"

"Easy Company!"

"And what do we do?"

"Stand alone!"

We all shouted back in Union as Lt. Sobel ran ahead in his P.T clothes- which look ridiculous on him if I might add- shouting what I think was encouragement to us, but all it was doing was give us headaches and increasing our urges to kill him, or ourselves, whichever comes first!

"Who are we?"

*oh, would someone, please, shut him up?

"Easy Company!"

"And what do we do?"

"Stand alone!"

Muck, in front of me, stepped wrong on his right foot, probably twisting his ankle in the process. Donald Malarkey and Walter 'Smokey' Gordon rushed to help him, but frigging Sobel stopped them by shouting, "Do not help that man! Do not help that man! We do not stop!" and with that, Sobel sprinted up ahead and out of sight.

"Damn it!" complained Muck as more pain stabbed at his foot.

"Shit man!" Smokey said, "Running like this will only hurt your foot more!"

"Oh, Really now!"

Malarkey smirked, "what are ya suggesting, Privet Smokey? You wanna give dear Skip piggy back rides now?"

"Hell no," Smokey said, "I don't wanna be the one to drag his fat ass all the way to the top, why don't you do it?"

"No way in hell!" Malarkey scoffed.

"Screw you both to hell!" Muck grunted, wincing at the increasing pain in his foot, "it don't matter anyway. If Sobel saw anybody helping me, we're all dead!"

"Skip's right," Luz agreed, jumping into the conversation using Malarkey's nickname for Muck, "you know what Sobel said: 'Do not help that man! Do not help that man!" he impersonated Sobel, making whoever was in ear shot, laugh.

"That was nowhere near Sobel, Luz, what so ever!"

"Shut it, Quest! You're just jealous of my amazing ability!"

"Ain't cha full of it?" I replied.

"There should be no unauthorized talking in my Company!"

"Where the fuck did he comes from," complained Luz from next to me as Sobel ran passed us from out of nowhere.


We staid quiet for the next mile. The only thing that could be heard was our heavy breathing and Skip's continues winces and complaints. Fifteen minutes have gone passed and I grew more frustrated with him, so with a growl, I increased my pace so I was running right in front of him, "hey, Quest," he called, "mind getting your scrawny ass outta my way, buddy?"

I turned my head slightly to the side, glancing at him from the corner of my eye, "Hop onto me back!"

"What?" he cried incuriously, "you insane?"

"Nah, now get on!"

"Hey, Malark, you hear what he's saying to me?"

"Yeah, I heard and if I were you I'd listen to him!"

"What?"

We slowed down allowing most of the guys to run by us, "either ya get on, or ya hurt that leg of yours more and they'd send your sorry ass back ta your ma!" I said in annoyance. He grunted a bit before jumping on my back, "son of a bitch!"

"Hey you suggested it, so stop bitching!"

"Well, yeah! That don't mean you can't give a gawddamn warnin' first!"

"Sobel's so gonna kill you, two!" Malarkey said.

I shook my head, running besides him, Muck wasn't as heavy as he looks, "we'll stop a couple o' feet before we reach the top!"


True to my words, a couple of feet before we reached the top, I stopped, letting Skip get down off of my back. In the distance we could hear Sobel shouting insults at the men, while Lt. Richard 'Dick' Winters was encouraging them on. By now, Malarkey had already sped up to run with the other guys, leaving Muck and I the last ones in the Company.

We ran up, passing by the men who were making their way down. We passed by Lt. Winters who kept encouraging Muck and I to reach the top where we met up with Sobel. Ignoring his insults at our slow paces, we reached the memorial rock, then we made our way down.

When Sobel ran passed us and out of sight with Winters hot on his heels, Muck jumped onto my back again. With that done, we started making our way down.


When we reached the bottom, we thought that it was going to be empty, since everyone in Easy Company would have gone to take showers and rest by now. But, how wrong could we get!


A cliff hanger… man how I hate those!

Don't worry I'll update soon!

Hope you all enjoed this chapter!