A/N: I got this idea while listening to Till The Last Shot's Fired by Trace Adkins.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Saving Private Ryan! I only own Kasimira, her family, Priya, her family, Aleksandra, and her family!

Kasimira Wade was sitting there on the couch in her home, waiting for her husband- Irwin Wade- to return home from work. Her sixteen year old son, Bardulf Wade, twelve year old daughter, Hope Wade, and her seven year old daughter, Faith Wade, were sitting on the floor, playing with their brindle colored Boxer. Her memories began to wander as a song began playing on the radio.

"Mom?"

The voice of her oldest child brought her back to the present day.

"Yeah, Bardulf?" She asked, wiping her face of the tears.

She hadn't even realized she was crying until she noticed the looks on her children's faces.

"What's wrong, Mom?" He asked as he sat next to her with his little sister, Hope, sitting on his knee and his youngest sister sitting behind him.

"This song brings back memories," The blonde haired woman answered.

"How?" Bardulf asked, confused. He had never seen his mother like this. The strongest woman he ever knew.

"You were only four at the time when I left home," Kasimira said, starting to explain. "Me, your Aunt Priya, and Aunt Alek all signed up for the Army."

"You were in the army?" Bardulf asked, confused. "Why?"

Kasimira stood up and walked over to the bookshelf. She grabbed a photo album from one of the shelves before going back to the couch. She opened the album to a set of pictures, pointing one in particular.

"This was your Grandma Adolfine and your Grandpa Jacques," She said to them, a sad smile on her face. "They were in the family bakery one day when some young men walked in and killed them for one reason."

"What was that reason, Mom?" The blonde haired young man asked, looking to the pictures. They looked happy there.

"Mom was a German," Kasimira answered. "Dad was French. We were at war with the Germans."

Bardulf's face looked shocked. As well as Hope's and Faith's. Kasimira turned the page to a picture that was taken the day she and everyone in the Squad returned home.

"This one was taken the day we came home," Kasimira told them.

"Why is Daddy holding you up, Mommy?" Hope Wade asked, her brown eyes not leaving the picture.

"I knew you'd ask that, Hope," She said, laughing slightly. She moved to raise her shirt a little. "I was shot with a machine gun when your father was trying to get a grenade into the bunker. I saved him that day. It scared your father half to death too."

Bardulf, Hope, and Faith looked up at their mother with shocked looks on their faces.

"According to Jackson, I didn't leave your side for a minute until you showed signs of waking up, Kassie," Irwin Wade said as he walked up to them and sat on the other side of Kasimira. "You looked to the sky and said 'Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired but I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired' in English after a conversation with you in German."

Kasimira smiled slightly and kissed her husband, "I wasn't going to leave you alone."

"In class today, we were talking about the War," Bardulf said to his parents. "Mr. Malone said that one of his students made it back home. And found love over there in France."

Wade laughed at that, "He was talking about me, Bardulf. Your mom and I went to see him when he asked me if I would talk to his class about war's hells."

Bardulf nodded, "I'm going to enlist when I come of age. I want to protect you guys and everyone else here in America."

"Are you sure, Bardulf?" Kasimira asked concern for her son clear in her blue eyes.

Bardulf Wade nodded, "Yeah. I don't want anything to happen to any of you."

"I'm going to, too!" Hope Wade piped up, wrapping her arms around her brother's neck.

"Me too, Mommy! Daddy!" Faith Wade piped up as well, slinging her own arms around her brother's neck. "I want to be a Medical person just like Daddy!"

Kasimira and Wade laughed at their children. They had the same fire in them that the two WWII Veterans had at their age.