Salutations everyone, I'm back with another chapter.... Please give critique but not too harsh... a lack confidence in my writing and please review!

Just another short chapter featuring my OC Henederson.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAVING PRIVATE RYAN.

~ IceColdSoDa94


When finally collecting said items for his treacherous mission, Upham nervously followed the captain to meet the new people he'd be working with. He shuddered, grimacing at the thought. Upham had gained a large fear of meeting new people, ever since his school days from when he was teased for showing great intelligence. Heck, even his mind mocked him. Testing and teasing him with disturbing thoughts and images… The young male shook his head abruptly, trying to dismiss all unwanted thoughts, he felt uneasy enough as it was.

He'd often pondered upon the nature of the soldiers; at one stage he'd concluded that they were all mostly hardened veterans, the type that could catch bullets between their teeth and do death deifying stunts with a manner of heroic grace upon them, completing each task with ease. Although now he knew this simply wasn't true however, being stationed at Omaha he had came across thousands upon thousands of new soldiers everyday, observing there child-like natures as they scurried to and though huddling and relaxing with there friends and colleges. They were not as he imagined them, big god like men who oozed cool and power. No, what he saw were normal looking everyday men who sat uneasy and confused, tearful and religious… he'd seen it all. In fact, the men had fascinated him so he decided to tribute a book to them.

It'd started off during one of the cold nights at Omaha, he'd sat in one of the bomb creatures placing together a few notes and illustrations from the back of his mind. Days had passed and before he'd knew it a petit book began to form of which he took the greatest care and pride in. He wondered what his new team mates would think of said book and if they'd mock him or praise him….

He paused looking at the men sitting in front of him. They sat, glancing up at him before talking and smoking among them selves. Upham looked at his captain in confusion, the men he saw before him were nothing but the humdrum. He sighed suddenly feeling the child-like magic drain from his bones. The exhilarating feeling that he'd once thought dwelled among these people and mission seemed to be pushing up daisy's, reality had struck him hard… he sighed sitting down next too one of the men. He realised the only thing that now dwelled was the grim reality of war and like thousands of other men he disliked it, strongly.

Feeling rejected and rather a pacifist, Upham's beady eyes wondered about the men he had just encountered. His eyes loomed over the sketch pad of the male sitting next to him, observing him doodle upon the paper. Upham watched in awe as the soldier sketched his peers, drawing them in a rather comical and cartoonish style. Amused by this Upham let out a small chuckle, suddenly the soldier froze for a second, noticing Upham's curious eyes, and slammed the sketch pad shut.

The red headed soldier turned to him giving him a look of salutation. Upham's eye widened in surprise, he'd certainly not been expecting anything of a friendly nature… he was expecting something upon the lines of hostility.

"Upham ain't it?" spoke the Red-head casually passing Upham the sketch book with a flourish.

"Y-yes… and you are?" Upham sung, clasping the sketch book with caution and gently opening it. It was a battered looking black book that when opened revealed a gold mine of glorious still-life and comical doodles.

"Henderson" said the British soldier holding out his left hand.

Upham paused, confused as to why a British soldier had became lost upon the Americans and also a little taken back by the mans friendliness and placed the book gently on his lap before reaching his hand out to shake Henderson's.

"Pleasure to meet you sir"

Henderson chuckled, Upham sat confused and hurt.

"No need to be prim n' proper ere son, a simple watcha' would a done nicely"

Smiling nervously Upham let go of Henderson's hand, proud he'd managed to make at least one friend.