Hello again sweet people!. I'm back from the handball trip. Well, a bit earlier than expected though - Actually I came home yesterday. Guess what happened?. Of course I became sick. All right. Early Thursday morning I left with my girls, and I played the first game without any problems. Then our second game came and I had to get out on the bench because I didn't feel well. My assistant trainer also said that she could see it on my face. I got something which was good for you when you do sports and of course, drank a lot of water - My whole dunk!. I didn't feel well at the last game which I was allowed to skip. Later, in the evening my trainer asked how I was feeling and I said that I felt horrible. Then she asked if I wanted to go home and truly I wanted to, but I asked if she could remember that my mom didn't like driving in the dark, and she agreed with me, saying she could remember it. And it should be said - We were a bit away from home. So we agreed that I should get some sleep and see how I was feeling in the morning. Next morning I felt a bit better but it was shortly. At the first game had to go out because I simple couldn't breathe. My mom and dad had come to see me play and then I agreed with my trainer that it was best that I got home to get better. A bit annoying, but I couldn't play and that's what I love and I hate not to be a part of it. Sorry, if this became long - SORRY! :(..
Well, here's Chapter 14 - I hope you enjoy it :).

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 14:

December 10th, 1944 – Belgium:

Now, we were sitting in a truck. The road was bumpy and it was snowing more than it had done in France. There was many men in the truck so we were sitting really close. It was nice, though. It was so cold!. Even though I had one of the very much wanted wintercoats. Nix had been so nice to scrounge one for me, said that they couldn't have that their little 'princess' was freezing on their watch. I felt bad, though. I was given a coat when the boys hadn't received one. And it was them who did all this. Fought for that the Germans wouldn't hurt more people. The Germans was definitely the bad guys. They were hurting so many people!

"I guess the blackout's not in effect. Luftwaffe must be asleep," Buck said looking up at the dark sky from the end of the truck. I was sitting between Joe and Joseph Ramirez.

"What a difference a day makes, huh, lieutenant?," Ramirez joked, blinking at me. I didn't call him Ramirez, only Joe or Rami. He had told me that he liked the new nickname I had given him.

"Christ, I miss those C-47's," Bill commented, wrapping his arms around himself. "Got a tailgate jump here," Tab said from the end of the truck. Skip, Lieb and Don were sitting on the floor in the end of the truck because there weren't enough space on the benches.
I had offered to switch place with one of them but they declined, said that I could use the bodyheat I got from Joe and Rami. "Where are they going to sent us with no fucking ammo?," Babe asked, then immediately looking at me," Sorry, Red."

I smiled, "It's okay." Babe smiled back. "Hey, kid. What's your name again?," Bill asked the replacement in the truck. "Suerth, Suerth Junior," he replied. He looked just as old as Daniel.

"Got any ammo, Junior?," Babe asked. "Just what I'm carrying," Junior replied nervously.

"What about socks, Junior? You got extra socks?," Joe asked in his raspy voice. "A—A pair."

"You need four, minimum. Feet, hands, neck, balls-."

"Extra socks warms them all!," all of the boys finished Skip's sentence. "Yay! We all remember that one, but we didn't remember the socks," Skip commented.

" I wanna give my goddamn boots for a cigarette," Bill mumbled. I sighed. This was the hundred time they complained about this. And there's more... "I want ammo and socks!," Skip said.

"I bet Junior's got plenty of both," Bill commented. "Bill, please be nice," I pleaded. Being new and not knowing anyone was not funny. And I was sure that Junior would have been kind enough to give some to the boys if he got something. "I—I don't," Junior stammered. "How about a hat?," Lieb now asked.

"You got extra ammo?," Skip asked. Junior shook his head nervously. "What about a coat? You got a coat?," Lieb then asked. I sighed. Not again...

"Shut up about the coat," Skip said. "How about some smokes then?," Rami asked.

"Yeah, I got some smokes," Junior concluded. "Well, now you're talking!." All of the boys reached for a cigarette so I became a bit squeezed. I tugged Joe's sleeve so he looked down at me. "Oh, sorry 'bout that, princess," he said apologetically, lifting me up on his lap.

Suddenly the truck stopped and Buck opened the tailgate so we could get out in the fresh but cold air.
"All right, guys and Red. Fifteen minutes. Smoke them if you got 'em," Buck said.
"Smoking is bad for your lungs," I told while Tab lifted me down. The men chuckled.

"Well, where the hell are we?," Chuck asked jumping down. "Sure we ain't in hell. It's too damn cold," Babe replied. "We're in Belgium," I smiled. Lieb smiled and ruffled my hair," You sure are a little Miss Einstein, Livy."

"Am not!," I protested, smiling. "Am too," Lieb replied with a mischievous grin. Oh, no. What was he up to now?

Suddenly something cold and white hit my face but it wasn't hard. Everyone around me chuckled.

"You're gonna pay for that!," I yelled, making a snowball and throwing it at Lieb. It was of course him who had thrown at me first. I hit him right in the face and he seemed not to have expected it. I giggled of his confused look. "All right, you two. That's enough," Lip smiled.

"The princess sure has a good aim," George commented grinning. I blushed lightly. Then I turned and what I saw made me want to cry. Wounded and retreating soldiers were walking against us. Jeeps with wounded were driving by. I took Joe's hand and squeezed it. He looked down at me, and then pulled me into him. Tears were pricking in my eyes. I saw Babe, Don and Bill talk with one of the walking soldiers. Then everyone started taking the ammo, the retreating soldiers had left. I knew that we would need it.

"Make a hole! Make a hole! Make a hole! I got ammo! Grab what you can!," a man, driving in a jeep yelled driving through the crowd, maneuvering around the walking soldiers. I wanted to help so I lifted different stuff I didn't quite knew what were, off the jeep and handed it to the boys. The man looked a bit amused at me. I quite understood why he did that. I wasn't even supposed to be there in the first place, and here I was.

"Lieutenant, you're a godsend. What's the situation?," Nix asked arriving along with Lieutenant.
"I heard you guys were coming. There was an ammo dump. Is it just you guys in the 101st?," the Lt. asked. Lieutenant nodded," What hit you?."

"The krauts had Tigers, Panthers,SPS, Stukas. Infantry just kept on coming," the man informed. What was all that stuff?. I looked at Lieutenant and Nix's faces. They didn't look happy so it had to be bad.

"What's your name, Lt.?," Lieutenant asked. "George Rice, 10th Armor." Lieutenant clapped George Rice on the shoulder," Good work,son."

"Got any more mortar rounds, sir? We're real short," Skip asked taking the boxes I gave him and handed it over to some others. "I'll try to make another one, but don't count on anything," Rice replied.

"Thank you, sir. I'll take this." Skip smiled at me and took the heavy box out of my arms and took off.
"A Panzer division's about to cut the road south. Looks like you'll be surrounded," the Lt. stated.
"We're paratroopers, Lieutenant. We're supposed to be surrounded," Lieutenant replied. "Also she?," Rice asked, motioning to me. Lieutenant smiled," Yeah, even her."

Lieutenant Rice took on his helmet again," Good luck." At that he drove off. I wondered if I ever would see him again. He seemed nice enough. "Thanks," Nix called after him.

A bit after bit, Easy Company began to walk against the forest. I held Joe's hand tightly. I was nervous and terrified for what was gonna happen, but also excited in a weird way. He wrapped an arm protectively around me and held me tight. I looked up at Joe. His eyes held a confident and certain look. But also a nervous and worried look. None of us knew what would happen in there. I sunk a lump in my throat and held my head up high. This was going to be just fine...

Easy Company moved into the woods near Bastogne without any artillery or airsupport. It was short of food, ammunition, and lacked winter clothing...