Hey this is my Winters/OC fan fiction i hope you enjoy by the way i don't own BOB.
I also would like to thank my beta Chaos Off A Butterfly for helping me.
Next chapter will be on soon.
Easy Company stood waiting for their (yet again) late commander. They where all getting restless, batting away fly's buzzing around in the Georgia sun.
"You people are at the position of attention!" Herbert Sobel's voice rang out through the group of Easy Company soldiers.
Walking over to Frank Perconte Sobel sized him up before speaking. "Private Perconte, have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?"
"No sir." Frank replied staring forward.
"Then explain the creases at the bottom." Sobel demanded, glaring slightly at the Private in front of him.
"No excuse, sir."
"Volunteering for the paratrooper infantry is one thing Perconte, but you've got a long way to go to prove that you belong here. Your weekend pass is revoked." He glared down at Perconte's face before walking away.
Approaching another man Sobel stopped. "Name?"He demanded.
"Luz, George." He instantly replied, handing his gun over to Sobel.
"Dirt in the rear side aperture...pass revoked."
Sobel continued down the line leaving an irritated George searching for non-existent dirt in his M-1. Coming to another halt, Sobel glared at the unit's Sergeant. "When did you sew on these chevrons, Sergeant Lipton?"
"Yesterday, sir." Came a hesitant reply.
"Long enough to notice this." Sobel spat holding some loose thread in Lipton's face. "Revoked."
"Sir." Lipton gave a curt nod.
Walking further down the line he came across the only female member of the Army, Private Kate Armstrong. "Private Armstrong." Sobel said glaring into her eyes.
"Sir." She replied glaring back a glare that would make Hitler shudder.
"Your shirt is too small! I don't want you distracting my men! Why they let a woman in the army I don't know…Pass revoked!"
"We are running Currahee." He bellowed. "You have five minutes to change into you PT gear MOVE OUT!" He added before stalking off.
"What an idiot." George muttered to himself. "My shirt isn't too small is it?" Kate asked glancing down at herself, but before George got to reply a voice which made her stomach flutter answered for him.
"No it's not Private Armstrong, don't listen to Sobel." Dick Winters replayed before walking off to change. Not wasting another minute George and Kate ran off towards the barracks, quickly changing into their PT gear.
To say the PT shorts weren't short was an understatement, and while the boys didn't mind it Kate couldn't help but be annoyed, especially when she caught the men staring at her backside during runs and training; once she had even caught Sobel looking at her, which made her be even more uneasy around him.
The only person she wouldn't actually mind looking had the manners to not look, which she was grateful for. "You ready Kate?" Bill Guarnere, her best friend, broke her out of her thoughts.
"Yeah, lets run Currahee!" She said with fake enthusiasm while walking through the barrack doors.
"Three miles up, three miles down" He replied following her outside.