Hey again guys!. I know I already updated chapter 6 yesterday, but I didn't wanted you to wait for another chapter with Olivia and the boys when I already were finished with it. I have also written chapter 8, but I want you to focus on this right now. This chapter were a bit difficult to write because I was discussing with myself whether Olivia should be on the front line or not in this battle coming up. Here's the result, so let me know what you think :). Thanks to brijane and LauRau-ReaDinG-XoX for being my loyal reviewers on almost every chapter so far, I really appreciate it! :). And I keep repeating myself but, thanks to everyone reiviewing, putting this story on their alerts or favorite stories, THANK YOU! xD. Oh, and reviews are nice! =).

Disclaimer: I do not own Band of Brothers, only Olivia Mae and her story. All credit goes to Tom Hanks, Steven Spielberg, Stephen E. Ambrose, and everyone who were involved in making this incredible true story about friendship, brotherhood and the bonds you make with one another while in the horrors of war.

Enjoy ;-).


Chapter 7:

D-Day plus 7 ( June 13th, 1944) – France:

"Stop!, please stop!. Don't hurt them!," I screamed on German. The BG's had caught the boys and me.
I tried to get out of the German guards firm grip but I couldn't. They were torturing the boys right in front of me.
I looked into Joe Toye's deep brown eyes. They did not shine as they used to, but were now full of sorrow and pain – Like it was his fault. "It's gonna be all right, honey. I promise," he whispered, but I managed to hear anyway. "Joe!," I screamed when a German soldier held a gun up to Joe's head. Bang! "NO!. Please, I beg you," I pleaded with my eyes full of tears. I looked into each Easy guys eyes before they shot them. I screamed and everything became black...

"Livy!." I shut my eyes open and were ready to defend myself. "Hey, hey. It's me, sweetheart. It's okay. It's me." I relaxed immediately by the sound of Joe's comforting raspy voice. I looked up into his deep brown eyes. "Hey-," he soothed taking me onto his lap, "It was only a dream."

"What?-What happened?," I asked with tears in my eyes. Joe brushed some tears away with his thumb," You have been restless in your sleep the whole night, and suddenly you screamed. It must have been pretty bad, Mae. Wanna talk about it?," Joe asked concerned.

I looked at him, trembling,"They were hurting you all. I tried to stop them, but they held me too tight – I really tried," I sobbed, holding my little arms tightly around Joe's neck, sobbing into his shoulder. "Shhh. Nothing happened, it was just a dream, sweetheart," Joe said rubbing my back softly. "What time is it?," I asked, sniffing. "Don't know. Early?," Joe joked. I managed to snicker a little, pulling back. I smiled at him. He always knew how to make me smile and laugh. Joe ruffled my hair, smiling back. Like Gene, he had this nice smile but he didn't use it enough, I thought. "Morning sunshine." I turned by Bill's voice.

I smiled, "Morning." Bill held a hand out for me to take and almost lifted me up from the foxhole in one arm. "See you later, Joe," I smiled, waving at him. Joe smiled, "Later."

I held Bill's hand as we walked up to the platoon sergeants and others, including Harry Welsh.

"Morning, princess," Harry greeted. "Morning."

I sat on the ground eating a K-ration I had got from Hoob. I didn't know why they called it a K-ration, but apparently they did. Harry was explaining the plan the company had for today. "We don't know what they've got. They may be a weaker force, maybe more paratroopers," Harry explained. "And we know how they can be," Hoob commented, earning smiles among the men. "Fire and maneuver. That's the name of the game, fire and manuever. Dog and Fox company will be on our left flank with us. Any questions?," Harry continued asking.
No one seemed to have any questions. I had lots, but I didn't want to disturb them. I could always wait until later. "Let's make them holler," Harry finished. Perco looked at one of his many watches he had taken from dead Germans, "It's 9.30 at night back home. Must be-."

"Mortar!." That very bad noise of this so called mortar were filling the air. Bill pulled me with him. "Come on. Let's get you away from here!," Bill yelled over the noise. Truly I wanted to stay and help, but I knew that Bill just tried to protect me, and it was not the time to be stubborn in right now, maybe later.
I followed him, and I knew where he was going. He would put me in the back with the mortar squad with Malarkey, Skip and some of the other guys in. There were a bit away from the danger, and therefor the perfect place for me to be.

Bill gave me a last smile before he ran off again. I stayed close to the boys, but kept distance from the machine kind of thing that fired the mortars off. The boys told me to duck every time they fired it off, and they did the same so I guessed it was to keep us all safe, so I obeyed instantly. "Right stake plus 15. Charge three! Range 600. Load!," Malarkey instructed.

"Fire!."

My head was getting a bit weird, ducking so much. I felt a little dizzy but I tried to ignore it. "What the hell?," Skip yelled, pointing off to the left. I gasped. The BG's were firing at Dog and Fox company on our left. They were retreating – I surely hoped Lieutenant Speirs and the others were okay.

"Keep firing!."

Woah, I didn't know that Lieutenant could shout that loud. We were a bit away from Lieutenant and still we could hear him yell.
We kept ducking, and thereby keep firing. "Rounds complete!," one concluded. "Rounds complete!," another down the line repeated. "Skip! More ammo, go! Go!," Moe Alley called for Skip. "I'm on my way!," Skip said fumbling with getting up. I could have giggled if it hadn't been a serious moment.

We could do nothing but wait for Skip to come back with more 'rounds'. I didn't know what it meant either, but it was very important to have, as far as I knew. Suddenly a large boom were heard. Of course I could have mistaken it for a German kind of big metal driving thing. I had caught a glimpse on it. It looked like it drove on some kind of belted wheels, but it sounded different. Well, what do I know?.
I swore I could hear cheering and laughter from the boys a bit away, mixed with gunfire. "Hey, check it out! Shermans!," Skip yelled running to us with these so called 'rounds'.

Skip pointed and we looked at where he pointed. It was another kind of truck kind of thing, but apparently it was someone on our side coming, so I was just happy. "About damn time," Don commented. The gunfire died and all of the boys walked to the lines with me. The Germans who was left had probably retreated. I walked to see if I could find some of the others. "Shifty!," I called happy, as I ran against the company's probably best shooter. Shifty smiled and lifted me up and spun me around, before setting me down. "Hey there, Livy," Shifty smiled.
Livy was one of the new nicknames Shifty had made for me. I liked it, I think it sounded pretty. I wondered why Smokey weren't with Shifty. He almost always were with him, but he wasn't now. "Where's Smokey?," I asked. "Sent to the hospital-."

"He's okay?," I asked concerned. Shifty chuckled, crouching down to my size, "He's all right. Just a little scratch, nothing major. He sends his greetings and he told me to tell you that you didn't need to worry about him. Said he would be out in a couple of days, probably." I sighed in relief of the good news and hugged Shifty. "You all right?," I asked. "Yeah, I'm fine."


D-Day plus 25 – Outskirts of a farmhouse in France:

It had been many days and Smokey still hadn't come back. Now, I was sitting with Gene and 1st platoon, looking at a farmhouse the boys apparently had to check out. "We need to know what's in there," Nixon spoke to Harry from in front of me and Gene. "I don't know who the hell to send," Harry replied. "Ask for volunteers?," Nixon suggested. I knew Harry hated to ask for volunteers. "I hate asking for volunteers." I told you so.
"Then pick them," Nix smiled.

Harry turned, whispering high enough for everyone to hear, "Need to take a look at that farmhouse. Who wants to go?." No one volunteered. Everyone just looked down in the ground.

"I'll go," Blithe replied. Harry nodded, "Anybody else?." Again no answer. Harry's glance wandered back and forth between the men before saying," Martin, Dukeman, you just volunteered."

"I'll be the lead," Blithe said moving forward. "Blithe's lead scout," Harry concluded," Move out." Martin and Dukeman moved forward against the farmhouse with Blithe as lead scout.

"Harry, what exactly are you doing with your reserve chute?," Nix asked. He got no answer from Harry who were looking at his three men moving against the famrhouse. "You been hauling it since we jumped?," Nix continued. "Gonna send it to Kitty when we get back to England," Harry said looking at Nix. He must have been looking at Harry with a funny look as Harry continued,"Silk. It'll make a good wedding dress, what with rationing and all."

Nix chuckled," Geezz, Harry. I never would have guessed."

"What?. That I'm so sentimental?." What did sentimental mean again?.

"No. That you think we'll make it back to England," Nix replied in a 'Captain Obvious' kinda voice. I had never been in England before. It sounded like an okay place.

Suddenly gunfire from the farmhouse was fired against us. I only saw Blithe fall, before Gene made me duck. "Stay there, Olivia," he said. "Here we go again," Harry hissed," Covering fire, covering fire!."

"Medic up!," Harry called. I felt Gene leave my side. I would have gone after, but Shifty stopped me. His look was enough for me to stop. "Cease fire! Cease fire, goddamn it!," Harry yelled at the others. Some of the boys must have hit the bad guys because it became all quiet. "What happened?." I hadn't heard Lieutenant arrive at all. "Sniper," Harry replied.

"They're pulling us off the front line," Lieutenant stated from in front of me and Shifty. "Now?," Nix questioned. "To a fieldcamp north of Utah beach. Hot food and showers. Then back to England."

Looked like we would be moving out again...


Fieldcamp, north of Utah beach:

I were sitting in the 'mess' as the boys called it. Well, I understood this: It was a place to get something to eat!. Smokey and Tab had come back and I had given both of them a big hug, careful not to squeeze there where they was wounded. Smokey were standing up, wanting to say something. "Hey, Hoobler?," Skip called.

"Yeah?."

"Be quiet for the man," Skip said motioning to Smokey. " The night of the bayonet," Smokey began," The night was filled with dark and cold. When Sergeant Talbert, the story's told.." Snickering among the men were heard,",..,pulled on his poncho and headed out, to check the lines, dressed like a kraut." Instead of snickering it was laughter there was heard. Even the officers smiled. I wasn't sure what kraut meant, but I guessed it was the Germans Smokey was talking about. Who else?. "Upon a trooper our hero came. Fast asleep, he called his name,'Smith, oh Smith, Get up!, it's time, to take your turn out on the line!."

More laughter..."And Private Smith, so very weary, cracked an eye all red and bleary. Grabbed his rifle, he did not tarry. Hearing Floyd, but seeing Jerry. 'It's me', cried Tab,'Don't do it!'. Yet Smith charged toute de suite with bayonet. He lunged, he thrust, high and low, and skewered the boy from Kokomo," Smokey finished smiling. The boys laughed hard now. I smiled, poor Tab and Smith.

"You Heffron?." Bill had stopped a replacement. He was tall, well taller than both George and Perco. He had red hair like Lieutenant and Don. "Yeah?." The replacement looked confused at Bill. "Where you from?," Bill asked. "Who's asking?."

"You from Philadelphia?," Bill asked, ignoring his question. "South Philly, yes," he replied.
"I could tell. Seventeenth street," Bill said holding out a hand. "Yeah? Front street," the replacement greeted smiling. "Come here. Sit down."

I was sitting on Bill's lap, and I was introduced to the replacement, named Babe Heffron. His real name was Edward I found out, but he didn't like being called that. He said that only the nuns called him Edward, so therefor he was called Babe. "Know a guy named Johnny Waylon?," Bill asked. "Yeah, I know Johnny," Babe replied.

"Since you didn't get wounded by the enemy and thereby didn't qualify for a Purple Heart, we've taken matters into our own hands. Tab, this is for you," Smokey said out loud, holding up one of his many Purple Hearts. The boys cheered and I giggled. "I could have shot the kid a dozen times," Tab said smiling. "Yeah right." It was Lieb. "I just didn't think we could spare a man," Tab joked.

Suddenly Lip stood up and everyone became silent. "A couple of announcements, men... and Livy," he smiled. "First," he continued,"the training exercise scheduled for 2200 has been cancelled." Cheering were heard. "Secondly,- All passes are hereby revoked. We're heading back to France, so pack up your gear. We will not be returning to England, boys and miss. Anyone who has not made out a will, go to the supply office. Trucks depart from Membury at 0700. As you were."

Here we go again...


..And as they carried him away,
our punctured hero were heard to say:
"When in this war you venture out,
best never do it, dressed like a kraut!."

- The Night of the Bayonet - Walter 'Smokey' Gordon.