I don't own Band of Brothers or any of the amazing men who served in the military. The only things I own are Megan, Brian, Jack, the nurses and doctors at the Pearl Harbor hospital, and the select sailors and soldiers mentioned.

It's official, I have no idea how some of these girls will ever become decent nurses. I constantly catch them spending time just flirting with the men, or gossiping that takes them away from their jobs.

"Miss Parker! I realize that you are going to the party tonight, but that does not mean that you get to slack on your duties in order to decide what to wear!"

"Yes Lieutenant Kennedy. But really, I do need to pick out a dress."

"I don't care. Your job is to be a nurse, not a fashion consultant."

"Yes ma'am." The poor girl looks a bit upset, but accepting.

Turning to the other girls, I emphasize my point. "Ladies, I know you want to have a good time at the party, and I know you enjoy spending time with the men. However, we are nurses! Our job is to tend to their health. While you are on duty, you will comport yourselves in a manner appropriate to your position."

Many of the girls now looked as though I had taken all the joy out of their jobs, as though I was telling them that they could not even speak to the men.

"This does not mean that you cannot have any fun at all. It doesn't mean that you can't speak to the men. What this means is that while you are on duty, you need to be devoted to helping the men, not helping yourselves. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am," they chorused.

"Good, go back to work." They turn to leave. "And do have fun tonight." Smiles appear and they become a bit more cheerful again.

The months pass, the year changes to 1942, and the girls grow into nurses. They learn how to treat wounds without being distracted and how to move quickly. What a change from the beginning of the year and the lecture I'd had to deliver.

There was only one problem for me. Living in Hawaii is beautiful, and I'm sure it's probably a dream come true for most of the people stationed here. For me, I've already lived the dream and seen it shattered in front of my eyes. So, new plan: I'm going to ask for a transfer somewhere else, where I can actually do more than just train. I want to be useful again.

I finally found Doctor Davis a few hours later.

"Doctor, I'd like to request a transfer."

"Lieutenant Kennedy. Why do you want to leave?"

"I don't feel useful here. I'd like to be transferred to a unit that can actually use me, one that is going to be involved in the war, never mind which area."

"I hate to lose my best nurse, but I'll put in the papers for you. It will take a little bit though."

"Thank you sir, I appreciate it."

The next month, end of July, I got the news I'd been waiting for.

"Lieutenant Kennedy." Turning, I saw Nurse Parker calling for me."

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Doctor Davis wants to see you."

"Ok, thanks." She turns to leave and I head to the doctor's office.

"Lieutenant, your papers have come through. You are being transferred out of Hawaii."

Despite the forlorn look on Dr. Davis' face, I was beaming. "Really? That's grand!"

"You're heading to Georgia, to be attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment of the 101st airborne. You leave tonight on the ship to San Diego where you'll catch a train to Atlanta."

"I'm going back to Georgia? Sounds great!"

"I'll bet. You are to report to Colonel Sink upon your arrival and he will tell you where you go from there. We're all going to miss you here."

Already heading towards the door, I turn back quickly to say goodbye. "I'll always remember my time here for the experience it gave me." With that, I almost run out the door to go pack.

I catch a troop ship headed for the mainland at about 8 that night. The voyage is boring, with no one to talk to. Once ashore, I get a room for the night at a hotel. The next morning, I board the train bound for Atlanta. This time, I have a seat companion, an elderly lady.

"Hello dear, where are you traveling too?"

"I'm going to Atlanta. I'm an army nurse, been attached to a unit training north of there."

"How very nice." With that, she begins to read her book, and I reach into my bag and pull mine out. Neither of us speaks again until the train arrives in Atlanta.

"Dear, you be careful with what you're doing. God bless you, because you have one of the most important jobs in this war. You keep the men healthy."

"Thank you ma'am, I will. Have a good day." I get off the train. Stepping out into the bustle of Atlanta, memories from when I left hit me.

*flashback, 1935*

Mom and Dad pull me through the crowd of people, followed closely by Brian and Jack. I'm dragging my feet, not wanting to go.

"Megan, let's go! Your train leaves in 5 minutes, and we're running very late."

"Mom, I don't want to go! I hate the idea of boarding school."

"Meg, you have to go!" "You'll be better off for it!" There are my lovely older brothers, chiming in.

"Don't call me Meg! Why do y'all have to side with them?" Brian and Jack look down, but are resolute.

"Megan Brianna, you will be getting on that train!" With that, Dad pushes me up the steps and hands my luggage to the porter. "Have a safe trip."

Looking down at my family, who has just sent me off without a thought for my feelings, I warn them, "Don't expect a letter. I can't believe you have done this."

*present day, August 1942*

Shaking my head, I pull out of the memories. I turn around to take my bag, and thank the porter. Walking rapidly, I leave the station and try to find a way to get to the camp. Not seeing a bus, I asked the man selling tickets if there were any taxicabs I could take, or another way to reach Camp Toccoa.

"I think there is a bus coming that goes that way. Hang on a moment, let me check." He goes into the back and returns quickly. "Yes, the bus actually comes at noon, in just a few minutes. Would you like to buy a ticket?"

"Yes, I would, thank you." I pay for my ticket and go outside to board the bus that is just pulling up. 2 hours and a very bumpy ride later, I get off the bus and walk through the gates of Camp Toccoa.

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