Hiya! So, I decided to do this chapter pretty quick because I noticed that there was a lot of flirting going on between Bill and Roxie. So, in this chapter, I'm going to put up a bunch of flirting between Don and Roxie so that it's all evened out. Right now it's a tie but just as a heads up, each of the men will get a bit of romance with Roxie, I just need the main romance to base it off of. Please keep reviewing so I can figure out which man to pair Roxie up with! So, after the boring official Disclaimer that I do not own this series nor will I ever, even though I would give an arm and a leg for it. This is just for my own entertainment and the entertainment of others. Now, enjoy. :)
P.S. PLEASE REVIEW! Not kidding guys, reviews make my day, whether good or constructive, just please, no extreme hating.
As time passes, it becomes routine. Morning PT, lesson, food, run, lesson, food, lesson, Afternoon PT, food, and then on Fridays, a long ass march. And that was what we were on right now, the long march. It goes without saying that we were exhausted, the past couple of days, Sobel had forced us to run up and down Currahee in full gear.
Speaking of Sobel, just guess who was the one to ordered us not to drink from our canteens. Guess who was not on this march. Or, for that matter, on any march we did every Friday night. That's exactly right.
Lieutenant Fucking Sobel.
Now, on this particular march, we were pushing ourselves past the point of exhaustion. Stumbling over our own feet was normal, or poking each other in the back with our rifles to keep us all going. And to top it all off, it was raining. I'm not one to mind the rain, as a matter of fact, I love it. It also provided a free water supply, and Lieutenant Winters didn't even care if we lifted our heads up and opened our mouths to catch some precious water droplets on our tongue. My big problem, though, was the fact that I had an extremely annoying, cranky Cobb to my left, an over talkative Skip Muck on my right, and Malarkey behind me, who had decided to poke me in the back every ten seconds with his rifle just for the hell of it. Besides all of that, George Luz was walking in front of me, snickering every time I grunted or grumbled when I tripped or when Don poked me.
I, being in an extremely bad mood, would poke George in the back whenever he lifted his head to sky. An angry glare would be sent my way over George's shoulder and I would smile. Finally, Don had poked me too many damn times.
"Don, I swear to every God and deity that has ever been worshiped on this goddamned planet that if you poke me in the back one more fucking time, I will cut your eye out with my pinkie nail," I snarled.
"What, and ruin that pretty face?" Skip butts in, "Nah, honey. Ta' scare a man, you go for the balls."
"I would enjoy the first bit, though," Malarkey states and I trip in shock.
Regaining my thoughts, I turn my head to the side and look at him through the corner of my eye, "which first part? Me digging out you eye, or going for your balls."
"Going for the balls," Don smirks in a very un-Don-like way and nods at me, "pretty sure you'd enjoy that, too." I trip yet again, almost toppling over George with me. Steadying myself by grabbing Bull's elbow, I turn to see Skip give Don an award winning smile. Bull carefully helps me steady myself.
"I'm'a say somethin'," Bull says and my attention, and thankfully everyone around me, goes directly towards him.
"Ta' who," George asks. They look at each other and then look back straight ahead.
"Lieutenant Winters," Bull asks, his voice echoing over the men.
"What is it," Lieutenant Winters asks, glancing at us.
"Permission to speak, sir," Bull drawls, his Southern accent thick.
"Granted," Winters replies.
"Sir, we got nine companies, sir" Bull explains.
"That we do," Winters answers, his voice showing a tinge of curiosity.
"Well how 'come we're the only company marchin' every Friday night, twelve miles, full pack, in the pitch dark?"
"What do you think, Private Randleman," Winters asks and I can tell he is actually curious.
"Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir," Bull answers and I smile.
"Lieutenant Sobel does not hate Easy company, Private Randleman." Lieutenant Winters answers. "He just hates you." There's a chorus of laughter and Skip pushes my helmet.
"Thank you, sir!" Bull answers and I laugh some more.
"He hates you too, Roxie," Skip smiles. I scrunch up my nose and nod my head.
"Good, I hope he knows I hate him right back," I answer and Skip laughs. We finish the rest of the march in silence, leaving us to contemplate the reason of life and death, or when we're going to have the next cigarette.
"Lieutenant Winters, I was canteens out of belts with the caps unscrewed," Sobel orders.
"Easy company, canteens out and open," Winters orders us. We take out our canteens and unscrew the caps.
"On my command, they will pour the contents onto the ground," Sobel orders.
"On the C.O.'s order, you will upend your canteen," Winters orders us.
"Now, Lieutenant," Sobel growls.
"Pour 'em," Winters shouts. And with that, we pour the precious water onto the ground. I can't begin to explain how tempting it was to stop pouring and drink the rest of it, even if it was a few drop. I mournfully watch all of my water splash on the ground. Wavering on the spot from pure exhaustion and lack of water in my system, I spread my feet out slightly and stare straight forward to steady myself.
"Who is this," I hear Sobel shout and my head immediately whips in the direction of the devil himself, sending a shake through my body and I feel nauseous.
"Christiansen," Sobel shouts, "why is their no water in your canteen? You drank out from your canteen, didn't you?!" Christiansen tries to answer but Sobel interrupts him. "Lieutenant Winters!"
"Yes, sir," Winters asks.
"Was this man ordered to not drink from his canteen during the Friday night march," Sobel asks, already knowing the answer.
"He was, sir," Winters answers and I let out a quite sigh.
"Private Christiansen, you have disobeyed a direct order," Sobel snarls and I can't help but feel sorry for the Private, "you will fill your canteen and you will repeat all twelve miles of the march, immediately!"
"Yes, sir," Christiansen answers, finally able to get a word in.
"Fall out," Sobel almost screams and I slowly turn my head forward in order to not make my stomach turn upside down again. Sobel signals Lieutenant Winters to stand a bit away from the company and I can tell that he is being reprimanded. That ignorant, self-righteous son of a bitch Sobel is reprimanding the only man who actually deserves to have the rank of Lieutenant. Sobel walks away and Lieutenant Winters orders us to fall out back to our barracks.
"Don," I say and he turns to look at me, "wait up, I can barely fucking walk."
"I thought just a while ago, you were threatening me to cut out my eye with your fingernail." Don smirks as I lean against him, his arm laying lazily around my shoulders.
"Or go after your balls," I retaliate, my voice barely above a whisper, "which you said you wouldn't mind."
"True enough," Don smiles and leads me into the barracks where I change behind the curtain immediately and I hear his voice through the curtain, "but you said you wouldn't mind it either."
"I never said that," I snarl, probably a bit too loud. I hear him walk off and I walk out, laying down on my bunk without a second thought to anything.