My Hero
I don't own Brothers in Arms, nor do I own Paddock (who's amazing) or any other character in the Brothers in Arms series, I just own Hero, Sophie and their friends. No copyright infringment intended!
Hero. She was true to her name. 5"7, dirty red hair, big boobs (and boy do I mean big), blue eyes. wherever she went, laughter followed. My best friend was a Hero.
"Hey Sarge, where d'you think we're going?" BlackJack asked me, as he lazily kicked my feet. He was 6"2, a boxer, and was constantly covered in thick, black oil, as the tank was always breaking down, though the tank wouldn't be with us until we got to Carentan..Well you can't drop it out of a plane can you?
"We're going to Carentan." I replied, looking around for land marks or something to help us on our way.
"Right..."
I rolled my eyes, wishing he didn't want an explanation as to where it was in respect to our position. I waved my arms, in a general 'that way' gesture to my left, "It's here in France. Ask Frenchy, he lived next to the Goddam place."
As I looked as my best friend, BlackJack 'trammed off' as she would say. Hero, the lanky goof-ball, was perched on a tree root, back against the trunk. I could see, almost hidden under the helmet was her smirking face.
"What's so funny?"
"Am I laughing?" she questioned innocently, pushing her helmet back so she could see.
"No, but you've got it written all over your face."
"So? Got a problem with that, Six Foot Fucker?" I pretended to be mad at her, but the smile on my face was something I couldn't hide. My being six foot tall, led to some lovely comments from Hero (I say that with sarcasm dripping out of my eye balls). Still, it was better than not being around her.
"I may have 99 problems Titzilla, but you are not one."
Hero just laughed and rose to her feet, dusting off the dirt from the back of her od's.
"You think it's time to get going again?"
I looked at my watch; 1500 hours.
"Yeah..Okay guys, get your gear, we're moving our asses out!" I called to the squad. We'd been recuperating for around 10 minutes so that we could get our gear in check, and sort out minor wounds or injuries we'd sustained over the day.
There were a few groans from some of the guys, they hated moving out when we'd just got settled, but we'd got no choice. It's what we'd all signed up for. Somewhere up in front, I could hear Hero's Dorothy Gale impression, but I couldn't quite catch what she was saying. I shook my head, made sure it was more or less safe to move my squad out and went on our hardly merry way.