Man kann von uns halten [You can think of us]
was immer man da will [whatever you want]
wir halten uns schadlos [we're incorruptible]
wir halten niemals still. [we're never quit.]
Soft sun light tickled her nose. How she loved to wake up at this time and not while everything is dark and every normal human is still sleeping. But, of course, she knew about her luck, not everyone has a free day once a month. Or more, not everyone with such a slave job like she has.
A loud knocking and pounding got her out of her mind. Just because she has a free day, doesn't mean that the horses are feeding themselves. Conveniently, she's still wearing her stall clothes from yesterday, to tired to change, she slept in them.
She didn't even looked in the dirty mirror. She knew that she would've seen. Matted long brown hair and light green eyes, which were in a hard contrast to the dark rings under them. Memories of passed times tried to break through their grille, but she didn't let them. She'll never think of this again. Not today, not tomorrow, never.
The opening of the gate got her finally out of their mind, again. This unique mix of straw, hay and horses conjured a smile on her face. It doesn't matter how hard it is, this makes it worth it.
After feeding all, she decide to write with Veden in the town. She can be glad to live in such a cute, little town. Not that already here everyone is looking at her like she's crazy, because her horses are her only transportation, but in a big city it would be so much worse.
The store was surprisingly empty, as she entered.
"The usual, Misses Phillys?" The old Patterson was always a nice guy and it didn't take long for the two to get friends.
"You know me, I wouldn't survive without my Luckys!" She winked and was giving the money to Patterson, as a man stormed the store.
"We're at war with Japan!"
The world stood still. The odor of cheap tobacco faded away, the kids stopped to play, the faucet didn't drip anymore. Is this real? Can this be real? How could get America in the war? Didn't they always say, the only war Roosevelt is waging, is the war against hunger and poverty? Didn't she came to this place, to forget this all?
This was what Cat thought off, while she lay awake on her bed. Again. It isn't like her nightmares are rarely, but her actual bed isn't making it really better. Nevertheless, the exhaustion and fatigue won and she felt back into a silent sleep.
"Misses Phillys, where do you think you fucking are? You aren't at a goddamn convalescent leave, so get your filthy ass out off this bed! I'm waiting!"
Nearly fallen out of her bed, she looked in big brown eyes, with lashes, every female living object just could dream off.
"Goddamn Luz! Do this again and I'll rip your fucking head off!" George Luz is her best friend since 14 months now, but even in 100 years he'll be still able to fool her and everyone with his voice imitations. He was the only one, who stepped up to her from the early beginning on. Who wasn't put off from her grumpy face and deprecatingly behavior. He just made one of his joke and a friendship was established. That's George Luz.
"I'd do what she's saying Luz, I'd think she's capable of doing so."
"Shut your dirty gob Liebgott. Just 'cause you're scared of me, doesn't mean you've to tell my secret." Replied she laughing. That thing with Joe and her is something unidentifiable, nobody really know how they think about each other, but it's never more than this joking - psychological terror between them. It doesn't matter how often she wanted to punch his pretty face, or he hers.
"Nice to see that you're all gathered here, so I can say you that you all will have to run 10 extra rounds on the Currahee, if you aren't in sport wear, in front of this building, now!"
With the speed of sound gathered the Shark-Company together. If there's anything they don't want, then it's an extra round on this mountain. Or even ten.
After now just one rise and decline of the Currahee and a moreorminderdelicious breakfast, they took care of the horses. The brushing was always the most beautiful part of the day. Standing in the stall and enjoying the, relatively, silence. Sometimes she even let her thoughts wandering to an another time, to a time before Shark Company, before America. Sometimes even to a time before war. Thoughts she normally forbade, but this stable made it impossible to ban them. Nevertheless it was the only part of her memory, which she revived. But she didn't came far with her crazy ideas. Stopped from a currycomb, which flew against her head.
"Phillys, I spoke with you!" Guarnere stood in front of her box and stared intensively at her.
"So, do you want to wipe Veden away or will you finally come?" Looking through the stable she realized, that really nearly the whole company is outside or at least bridling their horses, while Bill put the saddle on Veden, which was curiously observed by his Sardinian black horse Captain . Quickly she put the bridle on her thoroughbred, so she could stand in front of the stable before Sobel with his Kentucky Saddler Alonso will arrive.
Today they eventual learned how to shout while riding, of which she was just afraid, because of her comrades. Especially Liebgott is still wobbly on his little trotter mare Felicitas and when he has to shout while being like that, this can become funny. However, against her fear everything was fine, even if several men tried to shout Sobel. Sadly, not even Shifty archived this.
After the lesson, 1st Lt. Lewis Nixon was waiting for her.
"Phillys, do you have some time for me?"
"Of course Sir, what could I do for you?"
"You know, everybody has a special reason to be in the Shark Company. Right, soldier?"
"Yes Sir, but -"
"We know your past and need your help. Please take care of your horse and then come to my office." With these words Nixon disappeared and let her alone and confused. Where did they know something about her past and especially, why the hell did they need her?
Again, you can find notes in my story - Extras Haifisch.