"Come on you son's of bitches! you wanna live forever?"-Sgt Dan Daly 1918 USMC.
"Fucking shit" she swore drinking the last of her scotch rifle training had gone as well as she had thought, the 501st were use to the heavy machine gun's they used so they had little idea of how to fight with an M1 Grand, and they conplained about why they had to use such a weapon, minus the quite well chested one, she had rather exelled at firing the M1, hell of a good shot too. If they had this much problem with the Grand she would love to see them use the old 1903s the used when she first joined the corps.
Afterwords she had went into town for a drink, and one scotch turned into five and so on. She had trained better grunts with no any magic who could work harder then this.
She was half way through her sixth drink when a familar shape walked into the bar.
"Highway, Jesus get up" The man in his early 20s, he wear's the same brown uniform as highway, his cap sitting up on his side, held in his hand, upon his face lies a pair of glasses and his dirty blonde hair is in a semi buzzcut.
"Go away" she slurs at him waving him off and taking a sip of the her drink.
"Your a U.S Marine for godsakes, act like one"! he yells trying to get her on her feet,helping her up she wobbles on her heels before leaning on him for support.
He tosses the pay fro her drinks and leaves the bar.
"Come on, lets get home" he says helping her to his jeep, resting her half asleep body in the passenger seat, the smell of the drink drifting off of her lips as she snored.
The drive back was quite minus Samantha's snoring. He recalled their first meeting, a smile spreading across his face. as he ulled into the 501st's base, he turned the engine off, she was out cold, a small stream of spit flowing down her check.
"The things i go through for you" he said to himself as he hefted her up in the fashion a grom would his bride and carried her inside. He managed to open the front door without to much effort, walking inside he moved down the hall's as he realized he had no idea witch room was Samantha's.
"aww crap" he said placing her on a couch in the bases lounge.
He sits down across from her and sighs.
"Seems like your having a problem" a red haired women says stepping out of the shadows, he stands ups as he see's who it is and salutes.
"Sorry Maim"
"At ease, your not under my command anyway" she says looking at him and the passed out marine.
"She do this often"?
"No, this is not the Samantha Highway i remember" he says, hearing the woman's name for the first time catches Minna off guard, she was know by most as Highway, no first name.
"She was a hell of a lot more sober back in "39" when started basic at boot camp, i was just a geek with tars in my eyes back then, i grew up reading about the "Tufen Hundle" Devil dogs who raised hell on their foes and who were "First to the fight", he said removing his officers cap.
He recalled their first meeting...
Paris Island, USMC Boot camp, 1939
Getting off the bus was the first step in my mission to become a marine, they make us stand in line, and then...a women i shit you not comes out and starts barking orders at us to get moving, I'm standing there, trying to understand how such a women joins the marines.
"You, get your ass moving" she yells at me. This was my introduction to Gunnery Sgt Samantha Highway.
...
"So you've known the Sargent that long"? Minna asked him, he nods in looks down at his watch before speaking again.
"Maim, if you could just point me to Samantha's room, i need to drop her off"
"Oh, yes shes down the hall last door on the left"
"Thank you" he said picking her up again and carrying off to her room. forcing the door open with his foot and placing her in bed, he removed her jacket and placed a blanket over her. Walking towards the door her turned back to look at her
"Good night Samantha" he said closing it.
ZZZ
"What the fuck"? she said to herself getting out of bed, she had a massive hangover and was back at base, she hoped no one had seen her, heting up and changing into her Unifrom she found it was 6:00.
"Damn, what did i drink last night"? she asked herself heading down the hall to breakfast.
"...Oh i'm just from a small town in Liberion,always wanted to see the world, and i can't rightly do that if the Neuroi take it over" a man's voice said from the dinning room, and she found the sorce and her fears were confirmed. A marine was sitting and chatting with some of the 501st, and she knew him well.
"Peterson"
"Oh Samantha, so good to see your awake" he said sipping his coffee.
"Why the hell are you here"?
"Command thought you might need a hand" he said not looking up from his coffee.
"I don't need any help" she said her own face now inches from his own"
He moved back and collected himself before speaking.
"Considering i found you in a bar drinking your soul out, i think you do" he said with that smug look on his face.
"Fucking smart ass" she mumbled picking up his coffee and swiging it, she spit it out within seconds.
"The fuck is this"?
"Coffee, milk, a little sugar and honey added for flavor"
She took her's black, not like a little bitch like Peterson.
He was sitting their chatting with the witches, speaking about his hometown and life, all things she wished she could, she was an orphan, the only family she had was the Corps.
"So, what's your idea on training them" she asked the Marine, he sipped his coffee before speaking.
"Head to the range, see how they do, give some tips" he said standing up and clearing his place of food.
"OK, lets see how well that goes" she said following him.
"He thinks this will work"? she thought to her self as they went to begin training.
There's chapter three, hope you liked it, i may add in a romance with Highway and Perterson, anyone not want that? Comment and review, come on, it's easy.
