Here it is second chapter:D I'm already working on the third chapter of this story so if my beta is not busy it will be up soon!

Id like to thank my beta Chaos Of A Butterfly for helping me with this!

Disclaimer:I don't own Band Of Brothers this story is based on the HBO characters not the real people no disrespects to them though there all exceptional men!

Walking 12 miles on a Friday in the dark isn't what anyone want to be doing, but here I was stuck doing it anyway. I stood in a row with Bull and George.

"I'm going to say summat." Bull stated, glancing at George.

"To who?" George replied, rolling his eyes at Bull.

"Lieutenant Winters." Bull called, making my stomach flip at the mention of said Lieutenant's name.

"What is it?" he replied.

"Permission to speak sir?"

"Permission granted."

"Sir we got nine company's, sir." Bull stated.

"That we do."

Pausing for a minute Bull continued "How come we're the only company marching every Friday night 12 miles full pack in the pitch dark?"

"Why do you think Private Randleman?" Winters asked, still walking at the front of Easy company.

Bull's answer was one I wasn't expecting. "Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir."

Slowing down, Winters was now marching next to me, so close that our shoulders kept bumping. He smiled "Lieutenant Sobel does not hate Easy Company, Private Randleman...he just hates you."

I couldn't help but chuckle along with a few other men. I could hear people joking about who hates Sobel the most, successfully lighting the mood.

"You okay there Private Armstrong?" Dick asked, turning his gaze to me.

"How many times have I told you to call me Kate Lieutenant Winters?" I asked, smiling because he didn't move away as our shoulders bumped each other.

"Fine Kate, I must insist you call me Dick then." He said before walking back towards the front, leaving me smiling to myself, completely oblivious to the glance George and Bull shared.

When we returned from the march we were all shocked to see Sobel waiting for us. We quickly gathered into our usual formation.

"Lieutenant Winters I want canteens out of belts with caps unscrewed." Sobel barked in Dick's face.

"Easy Company, canteens out and open." We all followed his order taking our canteens out and holding them at arms length.

Eyeing us up Sobel gave me a once over, making me want to puke when I noticed where his eyes lingered.

"On my command, they will pour the contents on the ground." He barked again.

"On the CO's order, you will upend your canteen."

"Now Lieutenant!" He ordered glaring at us (I, of course, glared back).

"Pour em!" Dick shouted causing all of us to empty the contents of our canteens onto the ground. I glanced around nervously hoping nobody had drunk out of there canteen; my wish, unfortunately, did not come true.

"What is this Christenson? Why is there no water in your canteen? You drank from your canteen didn't you?" Sobel shouted, not letting Christenson reply he barked again. "Winters!"

"Yes sir?"

"Wasn't this man ordered to not drink from his canteen during the Friday night march?" Sobel shouted again.

Casting an apologetic glance at Christenson, Dick replied. "He was, sir"

"Private Christenson you have disobeyed a direct order. You will fill your canteen and repeat all 12 miles of the march immediately!" Sobel shouted at Christenson's face, making me want to knock his lights out.

"Yes sir." He replied timidly.

"FALL OUT!" He bellowed before angrily stalking towards Dick, determination on his face. "What in the name of God are you doing with my company? You're late and you allow troopers to disobey direct orders?" He asked quietly, but still loud enough that all of us could hear what he was saying.

"No excuse, sir." Dick replied, staring straight ahead.

"You're making me look bad, Lieutenant! This is not Dog company. This is not Fox company. This is Easy company, and under my command, this will be the first and finest company in this regiment." He continued to stare at Dicks face, hoping for him to look at him. "I want the names of six men, their infractions, and your disciplinary recommendations on my desk by 0130, is that clear?"

This time Dick did turn to look at the officer only inches from his face "What infractions, sir?" He asked calmly and quietly, but loud enough for us to hear.

"Find some!" Sobel shouted into his face before walking off, purposely knocking into Dick's shoulder on the way past.

Sighing Dick turned to us, a pissed of expression on his face; an expression which none ever saw him have unless Sobel was involved. "Easy Company fall out!"