Okay, I'm back! How was your Christmas? I hope it was enjoyable! Anyway, here's another chapter, hope you enjoy it and please drop a review, it would make me really happy!

Disclaimer - I do not own BoB. If I did I wouldn't be writing a fanfiction for it. This is based on the men in the HBO TV miniseries and no disrespect is meant to the real men of Easy Company. And Rest In Peace Edward 'Babe' Heffron and Frank Perconte who passed away this past year. You were great men and even though you guys didn't like to say you were hero's we are here to say it for you. You guy's were hero's, you were my hero's and you will be missed. Same goes to any other soldiers in Easy Company and the whole military who passed away this past year and those who are still alive.

"Excuse me?" The older man asked in a demanding tone. I swallowed the thick lump in my throat and looked up into his eyes nervously. He must be wondering why a woman- Excuse me- Girl would like to join the Airborne. I nervously peered into his eyes, wondering if I should just walk away without another word, but I didn't. I stood my ground and asked the question again, "I would like to join the Airborne, sir."

The older mans grey mustache twitched as he stared down at me with a questioning glare. I averted eye contact and instead looked down at my feet. I could feel that the old man had his stare held on me. I shuffled my feet and cleared my throat to try and clear the awkwardness out here. I expected him to call me an idiot or shout something out at me, but all he did was ask one simple question, "Why would you want to join the Airborne?"

His voice was much more calm than I thought it would be. I swallowed thickly and looked up at the older man bravely, "I care about these men, sir, and I just wish to do something so that I can help," It was silent for a moment. This day was full of awkward silences, "You could be a nurse or help make weapons, you don't have to be in the field to help," I nodded and clenched my fists getting a little braver with each word that came out of my mouth, "Yes, sir, I understand that, but I think I would be of much more help out on the field."

The old man stared down at me, his mustache still twitching. Please say yes, please say yes, "Miss, have you ever used a gun before? Have you ever jumped out of an airplane before? Do you have any talents to which you could use out on the field?" I swallowed once more and answered the questions being thrown at me, "My grandfather taught me how to use a rifle when I was younger. I have never jumped out of an airplane, but there's a first for everything, and I have some medical training, sir."

"Medic!" We turned our heads to the side and saw a jeep come in with a wounded man on the back of it. He was drenched in blood from what I could tell, but I couldn't see where he had been hit. I turned back to the older man and looked up into his eyes. He stared down into mine and said one simple thing, "If you can help that man, I'll think about making you a field medic," I was happy, but I didn't smile. That man was hurt badly and it was up to me to help him. I had never done this before! I don't know what to do! I turned on my heel and ran in the direction of the men carrying the gurney, the older man following me.

The older man that I now know as Commander Sink watched me as I ran up into the pile of men surrounding the wounded man. I pushed through all the sweaty, sticky men and came to stand side by side with Doc Roe. He looked over at me briefly and did a double take before flashing a light in the wounded mans green eyes, "What are you doin' here?" He asked in his thick Cajun accent.

I sighed and grabbed the medical bag from around Gene and searched through it, "It's long story, I'll tell you on the way to Belgium. Where's his wound?" Gene looked puzzled at what I had said, but answered my question otherwise, "Shoulder, right side!" I walked over to the right side of the wounded man after I handed Doc his medical bag back, but not before taking his scissors. I looked down at the wounded mans shoulder and saw the thick red blood oozing out drastically. I used Doc's fabric scissors and cut the shoulder of the mans tattered jacket revealing a large hole in his flesh. I winced at what I saw, but shook it off knowing this man had to be saved. Not just because I wanted to be in the Airborne, but because he was a human being and his life was important to me.

"Doc, flashlight," I ordered. It was weird ordering him around, it should be him over here helping this man, but instead it was a small town girl who had very little medical training. Doc handed me a small black flashlight and I shined it down on the mans wound. The hole was covered with blood, but I could see a small black bullet resting in the mans shoulder. I elevated his arm to stem the blood flow as Doc walked over and poured some type of white powder over the wound. Doc then handed me a narrow pair of pliers. I swallowed thickly before gently pushing in and trying to grab the bullet. I worked around for a minute and got groans from the wounded man. I looked up at one point and noticed he was wincing. I noticed something familiar about him, but couldn't quite put my finger on it as he was covered in blood. I looked back down and got a tight grip around the bullet and pulled it out as gentle as I could. I saw the mans face relax immediately and I cast my glance down to see Doc had given him some morphine. I put the bullet on a tray next to me along with the pliers and looked back up the wound. I flashed the the flashlight into the wound again and noticed how the blood was still flowing out. I cast a glance up towards the mans face and saw he was spitting up blood, not a lot, but just enough to know it had hit the artery.

Doc saw the look of panic come across my face, "Taylor?" I looked up and over at Doc, "It hit the subclavian artery!" Doc ran over to my side and pushed me out of the way. As he did his work I walked to the other side of the man and rubbed the hair out of his face. He wasn't looking at me, but down at Doc. His skin was cool and clammy and he was sweating tremendously. When he looked down and saw that Doc had a few different tools buried in his shoulder he started freaking out. Doc looked up at me angrily, "Calm him down!" He then went back to work. I looked down at the mans face and brought his face to look at me, "Hey, it's gonna be okay, you got the best medic in the entire company treating you right now."

"I think he's in shock!" A voice from behind shouted. I turned to look for the person who said that, but didn't find them. I turned back to the man and then up at Doc, "Doc?" Doc shook his head and looked up at me briefly, "Loosen anything that's tight on him!" I loosened his wrist watch, but didn't take it completely off. I also unbuttoned his jacket gently so I wouldn't get in Doc's way and loosened his belt.

He was shivering heavily and another medic came down by my side and covered the man with a thick olive colored blanket that came up to right below his armpits. He had blood leaking from the corners of his mouth. I walked up to the top of his head and propped it up so he wouldn't choke on the blood. Doc was putting tools away and getting different ones out and after a few minutes of soothing the man, Doc looked up at me with a look of reassurance. I smiled and let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding and looked down at the man who was still freaking out.

"It's alright, you're going to be fine. Doc's stitching you up right now," I soothed as I smoothed the hair that was stuck to his forehead with sweat. His eyes widened as he looked up at me, "Taylor?" I knew that voice. That thick English voice, "Terry?" Terry was my younger brother by a year. Not my real brother, my foster brother. How could I not recognize him? How could I not recognize those greenish-grey colored eyes? It must have been all the blood oozing from his mouth and covering his face. His hair was ashen with dust as was his gear, "What are you doing in the Airborne?"

I had to ask. How could I not? He smiled up at me lightly. I never saw him as a full grown adult. He was twenty-three but I always saw him as my adorable little brother. His smile could always light up the room and his sense of humor was classic, "What, not even a how are you doin'?" I giggled and wiped the tears that were forming in my eyes.

"I'm pretty sure I know how you're doing," Terry chuckled a little too hard as Doc scolded him for it, telling him to stay still, though I saw the faint smile on his face at our family reunion, "What on earth? How did you get into the Airborne?" Terry tilted his head to the side a little bit, wincing at the pain, "Well, after me and Spencer got out of the house we traveled to that secret spot down by the river and saw that neither you nor David were there. We got worried about you, but Spencer said that you guys had probably taken the long route. We waited for a few days and you never showed up, so we decided it would be best to get out of there. When we got out a whole platoon of American and British soldiers had taken over the area. They brought us back here and me and Spencer asked if we could join the service. After a few long days of begging I became a paratrooper and Spencer became a pilot."

I remembered Spencer used to work on my dad's flight line. He used to test the planes and make sure they were functioning properly. He's the one that looked after all of us after Mom and Dad passed away, "Wow, I never thought you would join the paratroopers," Terry gave me a look of confusion, "Why not?" I rolled my eyes, "You're a little guy and a sweet one at that," Terry gave me a look of astonishment, "Little? I happen to be five-foot-eleven!" I laughed, "Yeah, but your skinny!"

"I've seen smaller guys here than me!" I rolled my eyes once again and laughed, "Yeah, but you're too sweet," Terry rolled his eyes and cast his eyes towards the ceiling, "Miss Jackson!" I heard a voice shout. I knew that voice. I turned around and saw Commander Sink standing a few feet away from me. I turned back to Terry and placed a kiss on his forehead, "I gotta go," But before I left I walked up next to Doc, "What's the new's, Doc?" He looked at me with his brown doe eyes sadly, "He has nerve damage throughout the right side of his body and probably won't be able to move his arm or leg again."

I swallowed thickly at his words, "But he'll be fine," Doc added with a small smile. I smiled back and squeezed his arm, "Thank you," I whispered before running over to Sink. As I walked up, Commander Sink had his arms crossed behind his back and was staring blankly at me. I stood in attention in front of him, "Yes, sir?"

Commander Sink stared me down long and hard before a small smile found it's way onto his face, "Congratulations, Miss Jackson, for being our first woman field medic, or should I say Private Jackson?" I smiled at his words as he handed me an Airborne jacket that had my rank on it. I smiled up at Commander Sink brightly, "Thank you, sir, I won't let you down!"

Commander Sink smiled, "At ease, Private," He then walked away. I was all giddy now! I was in the Airborne!

The first people I had to tell was Babe, Joe, Luz and Malarkey. The ride to Belgium was on hold thanks to weather, but it was fine by me. I found all of my boys hanging out in the airfield having a smoke. I walked up to them with a smile on my face and of course, once again, George is the one that saw me first, "Tay-Tay! How you doin'?" He said in a weird accent. I smiled and stopped in front of them all, cocking my hip, "That's Private Jackson to you George," All of their jaws dropped as I pointed to the rank on my shoulder, but eventually they all smiled, "Wow, how did a woman get into this shit?" George asked happily.

I shrugged and put an arm over George's shoulders, "Well, George there's this thing called asking a question..." Everyone broke out laughing and everyone congratulated me. It wasn't an achievement being a Private, but they could tell I was happy with being in the Airborne, "You're a soldier now?" A small voice asked. I looked down and peeking out from behind Joe's legs was my little brother David. I crouched down to his height as he walked out from behind Joe, "That's right kid, I'm a soldier now. It's pretty nice ain't it?"

David shrugged, "I guess," I frowned at his sad expression, "What's wrong?" David let a tear escape his eye as he sighed, "It's just that... I saw Terry and Spencer earlier before they went out to get their uniforms and they're in the Airborne and now you are too, I'm gonna be all alone now..." I frowned as a few tears escaped my eyes as well, "You won't be alone, Muller will be here and Terry," David looked up at me confused, "But Terry's a paratrooper, he'll be leaving too."

"No, Terry got wounded when him and Spencer went out to get their uniform, but he's okay now. He won't be fighting or jumping out of airplanes anymore," David was still frowning, "But you and Spencer won't be here, I want to be together again, be a family," I sniffled a little bit and looked into David's big brown eyes, "I do too, but that can't happen with a war going on."

"I guess so," David said sadly. Everything suddenly got cheery, "Come on kid, cheer up," Joe said suddenly from behind David grabbing his frail shoulder. David looked over his shoulder at him sadly, "What's the point?" He asked. Joe threw his hands up as he furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean 'what's the point'? The point is that you can't spend your whole life being upset! You need to get out there! Have fun!"

David wiped his nose with his sleeve before casting his eyes up towards Joe, "How?" Joe looked up at the sky, pretending to think of what to do, "Hmm? I don't know... Something like... This!" With that Joe lurched down and grabbed David under the armpits pulling him up and setting him atop his shoulders. David giggled with joy. He hadn't done anything like piggy-back rides or being carried atop the shoulders with his older brothers because they were always at work and I was always at school. I smiled at how good Joe was with David, "Why don't we go see the Mickey Mouse cartoon they're playing at the theater?"

David nodded in approval with a big smile on his face. With that we left to see the cartoon, with David smiling the whole way.

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