I'M A SLACKER I KNOW! well I finally got my laptop back so luckily I still had most of this chapter on here! any how I have more time so I promise I'll try and update as much as I can

Anyway everything is quentin tarantino minus my original characters!

Later that night, I went to take a shower when everyone went out to eat at a local diner, after the Sgt. had given everyone the night off, to avoid any extremely embarrassing and dangerous run-ins.

I stepped in the shower, turned on the water as hot as possible and breathed slowly, letting the water fall on my face and body, letting it rid me of the guilt and the stress.

This is insane, while girls my age where cooking and cleaning, I was out shooting machine guns and hanging around men. How long could I keep this up, what could happen if I got caught? The possibilities and the worries seemed endless.

That's when I could hear voices from a distance.

What in God's name are they doing back so soon!?

My first instinct was to run outside the cabin, but 1) I was naked and 2) they would catch me. I spotted to a cubicle with a toilet that had a door and ran in as quickly as I could and stood above the toilet.

"How about that Lipschitz fellow? Did you see it? He wasn't even looking at the fucking dummy! I don't know, there's something awfully funny about him." I saw that the voice came from a stout man with curly black hair. Ah! I remember him; Wicki called him the short, vulgar one. I think his name was Hirschberg.

My eyes suddenly widened when I saw Hirschberg and what seemed to be Omar approach the other urinals and unzip themselves.

I'm not seeing this. This isn't happening. Oh My God! Why do they have to pee NOW!

I quickly ducked my head under to avoid being seen. There I was squatting on the toilet.

"I don't know," Omar replied, "He seems okay, I like him."

"Yeah, right. Just be careful with that one, I think he's on the other side if you catch my drift."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, don't be surprised if he tries to make the moves on you. Didn't you see how he was eyeing Donny today?"

WHAT? I was not eyeing Donny today! Okay, so he is extremely handsome and the uniform makes him look extremely dapper. But there is nothing there.

I could feel myself getting warmer and warmer.

"Hirschberg, you need to get your head out of the looney bin." Omar responded as he left the bathroom.

Hirschberg zipped his pants up and followed Omar's lead.

I let out a sigh of relief, got changed and got out of there as soon as I could, trying to get the awful picture of Hirschberg's and Omar's penises out of my head.

I walk outside to find Sgt. Donowitz by a campfire reading a letter and drinking a beer. His eyes look up to meet mine causing me to slowly walk away.

"You can join me if you want. I don't care." Sgt. Donowitz called.

I approach the fire slowly and found a seat beside Sgt. Donowitz.

"Oh, here before I forget, this came for you in the mail.

It was a letter from Boston. My parents wrote to me. I stared at the letter in disbelief.

"So you're parents miss you already huh?" Sgt. Donowitz chuckled.

"Huh?" I snapped back to reality. "Oh yeah," I grinned, putting the letter in my pocket for later.

"So you aren't eating with the guys?" I questioned.

"Nah! It's not my crowd." Sgt. Donowitz said. "What about you?"

"Not really mine either." I grinned.

Why was he being so nice to me? Especially after this morning. Maybe now would be a good time to redeem myself...

"Look, about earlier...I"

"Don't worry about it. Shit happens right? Just don't let it happen again Horowitz" He chuckled as he nudged my arm and that's when things went silent. Not an awkward silence by any means, just two people looking to be alone together.

I eventually decided to break the silence.

"Are you afraid?"

"Of what?" He replied looking a bit taken back.

"You know, the war, the Nazis, going to France, dying, not being able to be home with the people you love. Does any of it scare you?"

He grinned as he took a swig of his beer.

"Not really."

I stared at him in disbelief.

"I mean don't get me wrong, I love my mom and pops and Boston is my home. But if I can't fight for the people who can't, then my life isn't worth living. I'd rather die knowing that I tried."

"Donny Donowitz, philanthropist. Doesn't seem to roll off the tongue." I chuckled

"What about you Horowitz? Whats your story?" he asked.

SHIT! How do I get through this one

"I'm from Boston actually, I guess you could say that my parents wanted me to go down a certain path and I wasn't sure if that was the one for me and I sort of found myself here"

"Fair play" Donowitz smiled.

I soon found myself smiling like a big dope.

GET IT TOGETHER YOU GOOF

Why did I feel so warm in my cheeks? I had to get out of this fast!

"Wow! Look at the time! Uhh... I think I'm going to bed! Gotta be up early tomorrow right?"

"Haha! Better not disappoint Horowitz!"

Eventually, all the guys came back, telling me about all the fun I missed out on. After an hour of talking we all went to bed.

As I lay in my bed, I opened the letter. It was from Jake

Dear: Sarah

Thinking about what you did for me makes me feel sick to my stomach. You don't deserve to be put in this kind of danger. I keep wishing that there was a way that you could go through this unharmed. Mom and Dad are worried sick. Mom has been crying everyday since you left. Please write to us to let us know you're ok.

Jacob

I closed my eyes and tried to forget about the letter.

What kind of a shit have I got myself in