The next morning, we headed out to the next Dutch town of Eindhoven on our map. The Germans had ran from the town almost as soon as they heard about us showing up, liberating the people who lived there. When we arrived, townspeople crowded us and waved orange flags everywhere I looked.

Like most of the other Dutch people we had encountered, they didn't really seem to care when they saw that I was a woman in a company of men. In fact, it seemed to make me more popular with them. One girl who looked to be eighteen years old pulled me over to the sidewalk and started speaking to me in broken English.

"What your name?" She asked, her accent very thick.

"Diana McCall," I replied. She smiled broadly at me and told me that her name was Agnes. Several years later, on my last visit to Holland, I walked down this street again and was greeted by Agnes once more. Having learned more English, she would tell me that she wanted to know my name because she had been pregnant when Easy Company marched through. Agnes would tell me that she decided back then that if she had a daughter, she wanted a daughter to be named after an American.

"Your hair," Agnes said, pointing up at my helmet. Reluctantly, I removed my helmet, revealing the small bump of ponytail I had. Agnes snorted with kind laughter at the sight of it and took down the ponytail. I tensed up but allowed her to do so. Agnes ran her fingers through my hair and before I realized what she was doing, she had set up two braids on either side of my head that gathered into a cleaner looking ponytail.

"Thank you," I said, smiling at her. Agnes smiled broadly right back and placed her hands on her heart.

"Thank you," She repeated.

I hadn't even put my helmet back on my head when a Dutch man snatched it from my hands. I opened my mouth to ask him to return it, but he leaned forward and kissed me hard before I could even react. He was off of me almost immediately afterwards and he tossed the helmet back to me. I wiped my mouth as he ran away. I glanced around at the crowd, and saw that I wasn't the only one to get kissed.

Malarkey was getting kissed any where on his face by the same girl; my friend wasn't exactly trying hard to get her off of him either. Skip, always loyal to Faye, was moving faster than Malarkey, trying not to stop for these Dutch girls. Talbert had sat down at a table, a girl sitting on his lap. They seemed to be connected at the mouth. I blinked and shook my head as a fresh jar of treats was shoved into my hands. I looked up at the older man who gave the jar to me and nodded. He replied by grapping my face and kissing my forehead.

After several minutes of struggling to navigate the crowd, I finally found Liebgott. He had his back pressed against a building wall, and three Dutch girls were standing on any side of him that they could reach. The two girls on either side of him were draped on his arms while the girl in front of him was leaning not-so-casually into his space. I couldn't make out what was being said, but that didn't stop the immediate feeling of hostility I felt deep inside of me when I saw those girls all over Liebgott.

Luz moved over to stand beside me and followed my gaze. I saw that he had red lipstick marks dotting both sides of his face. Luz laughed at Liebgott's situation. "Hey Lieb! C'mon, we're moving!" Luz shouted before turning back to me. "Just keep 'im moving, Di." He patted me hard on the back and continued on through the crowd. I stared after him, not entirely sure what he meant.

Liebgott detangled himself from those girls, smiling and laughing about it. I narrowed my eyes and started down the road without him. "Di, wait up!" Liebgott shouted after me. Without meaning to, I smirked and kept moving, more slowly this time.

A Dutch man suddenly walked right up to me, asking how my day was. Before I got the chance to answer, he had already pressed his mouth against mine. The first guy who did wasn't as aggressive as this one, so this was the one that I shoved off of me. I wiped my mouth aggressively, and the Dutch man said something in his own language that did not sound like a compliment. He stalked off.

Liebgott finally caught up to me and watched the man leave. Apparently, he had seen the whole thing. "You want me to beat him up for you?" Liebgott asked.

I shook my head. "I can beat up my own assholes, thank you." Liebgott smiled at my answer and we started back down the street together. I pulled out the jar of preserved pears from my bag. "Oh, I got this."

He pulled out another jar filled with a mix of what looked like wild berries. "I think we're gonna be eating these for a while." I nodded in agreement as yet another jar was put into my free hand. The elderly lady who gave it to me spoke in rapid Dutch and then left. This jar was filled with an amber liquid that looked to be alcohol.

Screams came from up ahead. Liebgott and I exchanged one look before heading towards the sound. I could see other soldiers doing the same. We got to the edge of the crowd, but I was too short to see anything. Liebgott understood my dilemma without having to hear me say it and grabbed my hand, pulling me to a lamppost with a raised pedestal. I climbed onto that while Liebgott stood in front of me, just in case I fell.

I could finally see what the screaming was about, and I immediately wished that I hadn't seen.

Women, almost seeming at random, were being yanked and dragged into a large crowd of men. The men and women dragging them there were screaming with fury and disgust on every inch of their faces. When the girls were taken out of the mass of people, they looked like they were beaten and they had Swastikas drawn onto their foreheads. Then a woman would come up behind them and cut off all of their hair.

"Holy shit," I muttered, horrified at the act I was witnessing. Liebgott nodded in agreement. I hopped down from the lamppost and tapped the shoulder of the nearest civilian. He turned around, looking happy to see me. I pointed to the crowd, "What's happening over there?" I asked.

He gave me a quick nod of understanding. "They slept with Germans while they were here."

"That's it?"

He nodded again and kissed my forehead before giving me a jug of fresh milk. I blinked and turned back to Liebgott, who had heard the whole thing. We suddenly heard Nixon's voice to keep moving, telling us that he was probably close by. Without another word, I put the jug into my bag and Liebgott and I headed towards the sound of Nixon's voice.