Immediately, everyone dove into the nearest hole and hiding place, rifles at the ready. The air had fallen deadly silent. "Caparzo!" Sam whispered, slowly moving towards his shaking body. Wade wrapped an arm around her middle, dragging her with him towards a pile of rubble where Hill led. Sam tried to release his grasp of her, wriggling her body quickly, but he was stronger than her.

As soon as he put her down, she tried to stand up again. Wade was too slow to notice, but Reiben was the first to crawl over to her. She had managed to run to the side of a big, black car, peering over the hood to glance at Caparzo, before a heavy weight crashed down on her. She landed on her stomach, her breath flew out of her. In front, Miller hissed quietly towards her direction.

"Stop squirming man." Sam twisted her head round, Reiben clutched his rifle to his chest whilst crossly staring at her.

"You're sat on me!" She whispered in a low voice, her legs and arms sprawled out under Reiben. Jackson snuck round the side of the car, not even noticing the two until Sam spoke to him: "Jackson, what are you doing?"

Jackson shook his head then glanced wearily at Reiben, then Sam. "Sniper, tower, North, gonna' take that son of a bitch out." Then Jackson ran round the other side of the car, and jumped into a small crater made from rubble, configuring his rifle.

"Reiben, get off me." Sam hissed, hitting him roughly on the back.

Reiben hissed quietly and glared at Sam. "Shh."

Sam lay on the ground, her head on its side, she was staring under the car, there was enough space underneath to see Caparzo holding his arm up, his mouth moving, speaking to someone close by. Caparzo's eyes slowly moved down, he lids began to close. But his eyes connected with Sam's wide ones, he lifted his arm, his hand reaching for Sam. A high pitched bang thundered through the town, just as Caparzo's arm fell beside him.

Everyone froze, Sam could feel Reiben tensing. "It's alright, we got him." Mellish shouted.

Instantly, soldiers sprang from their positions, running in all directions. Reiben leapt up, Sam scrambled to her feet. She made her way around the car, to see her group stood in a circle, huddled around Caparzo's lifeless body. Sam pushed through Jackson and Upham, she frowned when she saw Wade furiously try to save Caparzo's life. The medic was pumping Caparzo's chest with his hands, sweat beginning to appear on his brow. He let out sharp breaths with every push, he put his face near to Caparzo's mouth every so often, checking for any sign of life.

Mellish sunk to his knees next to Caparzo, tears spilling down his muddy cheeks. Everyone was silent, their heads bowed. Reiben's jaw clenched in anger, Miller rubbed his chin with his fingers. Poole and Yenick sighed deeply and walked over to join with some remaining soldiers. Horvath placed a hand on Wade's shoulder, but Wade shrugged it off roughly. Jackson was leaning against his rifle, his eyes set on Sam, who was next to him. She had her head down, but she was staring at Wade, concerned. He squeezed her hand lightly, wanting to make her feel better. Mellish reached into Caparzo's front pocket, pulling out a bloodied piece of paper.

Jackson and Sam walked round to the other side of Caparzo; they grabbed Wade's arms, and pulled him to his feet. Wade struggled against them; Sam found it increasingly difficult to hold her grip. Moments later, Wade stopped, and stood up. All eyes were on him as he took out a dark green sheet, and covered Caparzo. Sam approached him and squeezed his arm gently.

The squad began to walk away, towards a group of soldiers led by Hill. There was no sound but the fall of the rain. Hill was looking at Miller, averting the gaze of the others on him.

"I'm sorry Captain for your loss." Hill stuttered, smiling sympathetically.

Miller nodded, glancing over his shoulder at Wade, who was standing by Vincent and Jackson. Jackson had his rifle in the ready position, moving it from side to side as he checked the area. Sam was staring at Wade, who had his head down.

They had been weaving through buildings, and had come around the back of one building, in an alleyway. Hill looked around quickly and began to sit down on a pile of rubble leaning against a crumbling wall.

"We'll just rest here for a moment."

Soldiers began to relax their arms, talk quietly amongst themselves. Jackson was talking to Reiben, Mellish to Horvath; all were looking over worriedly at Wade, who had his head buried in his hands. Sam bit her lip; she hated seeing him like this.

"Wade, I…"

All of a sudden, a large wooden beam slipped from under Hill, who tumbled slightly as the beam hit the wall behind him. Bricks flew everywhere, the wall came down, revealing ten German soldiers staring confused at the group of soldiers. Everyone raised their guns, aimed it at the opposite team and began shouting threats of death. Wade had jumped behind the soldiers, taking refuge behind Miller. Everyone was on edge, testosterone pumped through their veins like vodka, fast and painful, their hearts beat furiously against their chests.

Suddenly, gun fire rained from above them, the soldiers crashed to the ground, Wade put his arm around Vincent. Blood spurted across the room, the Germans shuddered, and their bodies slumped to the floor. The firing stopped, Horvath picked himself off the floor and ran inside, checking if the Germans were all dead.

Hill struggled to stand up, Jackson winced as he stared above him, sunlight hitting his eyes. Above, four soldiers stood with smoking guns, glaring at the mumbling Sergeant below. Hill's eyes widened momentarily, before he scrambled to his feet and ran up wooden stairs to talk to the officers.

Wade slowly retracted his arm away from Sam, and stood up without saying a word. Vincent gazed up at him, smiling sheepishly. "Thanks Wade."

The officers that were standing on a platform above turned out to be the commanding office Captain Fred Hamil, and soldiers from his team. Miller immediately set to work talking to him about his journey, and about his recent loss, which Hamil responded by patting Miller on the shoulder.

Hamil soon began to direct the Charlie Company to a more populated area of the town, the sun shone through spaces between the buildings, illuminating all of the soldiers and their deadly weapons. Hamil started asking around for people to find 'Private James Ryan'.

Mellish hadn't spoken since Caparzo's death, although Reiben and Jackson had tried to communicate with him, to be met with Mellish taking a long drag from his lit cigar. Upham had cleaned his rifle a number of times to pre-occupy himself, Horvath watched over him, amused.

Soon, a tall, lanky man with a wonky helmet began running towards the two Captains, through the Charlie company. Reiben sighed heavily, insulting 'Ryan' with every snide remark he could make up. When Ryan had sat down with the Captains and begun deep conversation, Vincent took a deep breath and marched over to where Wade was sat.

"Wade could you come with me a minute?" She grabbed his arm, making him follow her.

She entered a nearby building and walked up the stairs, Wade following her, confused. As soon as they were in the room on the top floor, Sam checked all the windows to make sure no one could look in.

She turned to Wade, put her rifle on the ground, and took off her helmet. Her dark brown hair fell around her face, framing her beautiful face. Wade shook his head, her deep blue eyes pierced his brown ones, her full lips puckered slightly. She advanced towards him, and threw her arms around his neck, she buried her head into the nape of his neck, squeezing herself to him. He wrapped his arms round her back slowly, resting his cheek on her head.

"I'm so sorry Wade there was nothing you could've done." She whispered into his chest.

He breathed in her scent, reaching his hand to stroke her hair. She smelled of musty roses, the remnants of the soap she had used days before when they had stopped for a break. Her hair felt soft against his rough hand, he stroked her head comfortingly.

"I could've been better." He replied, tears threatening to pour down his cheeks.

She released herself from his grasp and glared at him. But it didn't have the same effect on Wade as it did with her helmet on, she just looked angelic. "Don't say that Wade, you are a great medic. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Wade stared at her, she was trying so hard to reassure him, he smiled.

"What?" She bemused, surprise dancing in her eyes.

"It's just real cute, the way you believe in me." She grinned widely at him.

She strode up to him confidently, held his face in her hands, and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Vincent? Wade? Where are ya'?" Mellish's voice floated downstairs.

Sam's eyes widened, she hurriedly grabbed her helmet and twisted her hair so that none was visible. She cleared her throat, smiling slightly when she saw Wade blushing a light shade of pink. Mellish ran up the stairs and looked at the two.

"It wasn't him."

Sam's mouth dropped open and Wade cursed loudly. "You serious?" Sam asked, disappointed.

"Yeah, I am. Believe it or not." Mellish still had the lit cigarette hanging from his lips. He eyed Wade and Sam cautiously, before shrugging, and walking down the stairs. "Ya' coming?" He shouted up.

"Where?" Wade called, watching as Sam grabbed her rifle and walked past him, winking at him.

"Church, our bed for the night."