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Elizabeth still woke up before Peggy and she was dressed and in breakfast before Peggy was awake. Elizabeth was dressed in her battledress uniform since the men were going on a run around the base before taking part in weapons training for the rest of the day.
She ran her eyes along the men, Hodge remained the same, joking and boisterous with the other men, then she settled on Rogers, he had a split lip. Where did he get that from?
Peggy joined Elizabeth for breakfast, "How can you be awake before me yet you went to bed after me?" Peggy asked as she sat in front of Elizabeth.
"I'm good at mornings." Elizabeth answered with a smile.
"One day, I will beat you to breakfast." Peggy warned.
Elizabeth replied with a smile, "Better hurry your food, the men are leaving for their run soon."
"I'm not going on the run. Colonel Phillips wants to go through a few things through with me today, so I'll be with him." Peggy answered.
"Something important?" Elizabeth asked.
Peggy shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not too sure." She answered.
Elizabeth gathered up her things, "Well, good luck with your talk with Colonel Phillips."
"And good luck on your run." Peggy smirked as Elizabeth passed by her.
Elizabeth scoffed, "As if." She laughed. She headed outside where the jeep was waiting for her. She climbed in and the jeep dwindled until the men had gathered and started off at their jog. The jeep drove off and pulled ahead of them.
"Take me to the halfway mark." She ordered. The driver nodded his head, replied with a 'Yes, Ma'am'. And drove a little faster. He pulled up at the halfway mark which was a pole with a flag on it.
There, she waited with her notepad, looking over her notes as the men went on their run with Sergeant leading the way. She could hear him almost a mile away, yelling out commands and shouting rough encouragements to keep the men moving.
Elizabeth turned in her seat and watched the men jog down the road, most of them red in the face from the exertion of running, all of them were puffing loudly as they moved steadily down the track. She could see Rogers lagging behind at the troops. As they neared, Elizabeth opened the door and climbed down carefully, she stepped up to the back end of the jeep and watched with her notebook and pen in hand.
"Come on! Faster, faster! Move!" Sergeant Duffy yelled, the troops came closer along the track. "Squad – halt!" Sergeant Duffy called the final command and the troop came to a halt, all out of breath, all red in the face.
The men had halted just a few feet away from the flagpole and Sergeant Duffy looked up at it.
"That flag," He called, he brought the attention of the flag pole to the soldiers, "means we're only at the half way point. The first man that brings that flag to me gets a ride back with Flight Officer Jones, now move, move!" Sergeant Duffy yelled.
Elizabeth watched as the men scrambled towards the flag and she could see Rogers still hunched over as he tried to breathe. He looked up and watched the other soldiers as they tried to climb up the pole.
"Come on! Get up there! If that's all you got, then this army's in trouble!" Sergeant Duffy yelled as Hodge ordered his comrades to drop to their knees so he could climb up. "Get up there, Hodge! Come on! Get up there! Nobody's got that flag in seventeen years!" Sergeant Duffy yelled. Hodge got almost to the top but gravity pulled him back and he slid down the pole and landed on a few of his comrades.
"Fall back in line! Come on, fall in!" Sergeant Duffy yelled, Elizabeth looked down at her notes and wrote how none had gotten the flag. "Get back in formation!"
Elizabeth glanced up as the soldiers fell into line with disgruntled looks on their faces but behind them, Rogers, he stood watching the flag pole and as the men moved back into formation, he stepped up to the flag pole calmly and bent down beside it, he ignored Sergeant Duffy's commands and pulled a small pin from the bottom of the flag pole and the flag pole dropped down to the floor with a loud thud.
Rogers yanked the flag from the top of the pole and passed it over to Sergeant Duffy, Elizabeth was mildly impressed by Rogers, he had used his mind to think past the problem. He thanked Sergeant Duffy as he passed over the flag and he stepped up towards the jeep. He stopped just in front of Elizabeth and she wordlessly moved away from the jeep so he could access the step.
He gave her a warm smile as their eyes locked before she moved and Elizabeth felt a tug in the bottom of her stomach and she bit down on her bottom lip. She turned from him, tearing her eyes away and she climbed up into the jeep the same time as Rogers.
She didn't look back at him, instead she looked down at her notebook and wrote down what had just happened.
"Back to the billets, corporal." Elizabeth ordered. The jeep started off slowly and picked up speed as they made their way back to the billets.
Elizabeth felt breathless from just meeting his eyes.
The jeep stopped just beyond the parade square and both Elizabeth and Rogers got down, the corporal drove off and Rogers looked at Elizabeth expectedly.
"Uh, what now, Ma'am?" he asked shakily.
"You have personal time until the others come back. You'll be going to the weapons range shortly after they arrive so don't stray too far." Elizabeth said. "I would advise resting, get some water down you."
Rogers nodded his head but he stayed where he was. Elizabeth moved off back to her office to see if Peggy was there but Peggy wasn't there, Elizabeth retrieved another pencil and headed back out to where the men were slouched on the ground, breathing out heavily and red in the face.
Sergeant Duffy was standing over them, hands on hips and standing tall.
"Ready for the weapons range, Sergeant Duffy?" She asked as she came to a stop beside him. He glanced over and nodded.
"Once they've had water, I'll march them over." Sergeant Duffy said.
Elizabeth nodded her head, "I'll head over to the range now and let them know you are on the way with the men." Elizabeth said.
Sergeant Duffy nodded his head at her and Elizabeth stepped off, she walked past Rogers but he didn't look up at her as she passed by the men. Elizabeth headed for the range and booked in the troop for the afternoon for their weapon's training. The range had a room to the side where the weapons were stashed and for the rest of the morning, they would be trained to clean and prime their weapons.
The men arrived quickly, less red and they seemed a little rested. Elizabeth stood in the back of the room, looking at the weapons. The men were able to shoot the weapons after lunch and most of them had a fair shot. They were using rifles as practise shots then the new pistols were brought in.
For the rest of the day, the men practised their shooting and only got slightly better by the time they were dismissed.
Elizabeth went back to her billet without taking dinner, being in the range had taken her appetite away and she began writing up her notes again.
"So how was your day?" Peggy asked later that night, they were in her office again and Elizabeth was writing up her notes.
"It was a long day. But they can actually shoot a weapon now." Elizabeth said firmly.
"Finally," Peggy said with a sigh, "What else happened?"
"Well, Rogers finally stepped up." Elizabeth said, she glanced behind at Peggy, who now leant forward for more information.
"Do tell." Peggy said.
"I waited at the halfway point of their run, which was by the flagpole and the soldier that took the flag to Duffy, they got a ride back in the jeep with me." Elizabeth said, Peggy listened eagerly. "All the men tried, except for Rogers. But when they were ordered back into line, Rogers ignored Duffy and unpinned the base and the pole simply fell to the floor, he got the flag."
"So, Rogers is a thinker." Peggy said. "Was that why Erskine picked him?"
"Maybe." Elizabeth said, she turned back to her notes, "I'm hoping he starts using his mind more often, it does him good."
"Well, hopefully it'll become clear why he was selected later in the week." Peggy said. She pushed herself from the table behind Elizabeth, "Righto, I'm off to bed. Goodnight."
"Night," Elizabeth called after her.
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Reviewed & Edited: 09/04/2018