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I opened my eyes, fumbling around in the water, trying to move the chute in front of me. When I finally was able to get it away from me, I saw a fellow paratrooper staring wide eyed back at me.

I let out a quick and startled shriek, and kicking myself inwardly for wasting the valuable air that I desperately needed.

The man had long been dead, but his eyes were wide and staring at me.

I pulled on my harness, trying to free myself, but it was useless. I couldn't get out of it.

I suddenly realized that I needed to act fast as I was starting to feel the pressure of being under water, holding what air I had left.

I reached forward and grabbed the dead paratrooper's trench knife. I began to cut myself out of my harness as quickly as my hands would allow.

Once I was freed, I quickly bent down and cut the small cord of the musette bag from my ankle, which released me from the water's grasp. I started to float to the top of the water, and I kicked to make the process go faster.

I broke through the surface of this water that was housing a couple fellow troopers, and I gasped for much needed air.

I swam over to the bank and pulled myself half out. I coughed up the cold water, and inhaled the precious air, resting my head on the bank.

I could hear weapons being fired all around. I couldn't tell how close they were, but they were there. As I lay there inhaling air, I heard loud footsteps approaching me, and voices that I didn't recognize.

I froze. Part of me thought that if I didn't move, maybe they would pass by thinking I was dead.

The footsteps continued to approach me. Then, I heard the voices speaking over me.

"Was haben wir denn hier?" one of them asked.

His friend asked, "Ist das eine Frau?"

"Ja, es ist..." the first one replied.

"Ist sie tot?" the friend asked.

I didn't know a lot of German, but Webster had taught me some in our free time. I knew enough to know that they realized that I was a woman and it didn't help that my long wet hair was bound in a braid which they could clearly see since my helmet had fallen off. I was confident that they weren't going to leave me there, dead or alive, I realized they would pick me up.

I opened my eyes, and saw combat boots standing on one side of me. I had a feeling that his friend was most likely standing on the other side of me.

I was still holding the trench knife in my hand. I took in a deep breath, waiting for the moment that I would have to do what I had to. I was afraid to think of having to kill a man, but I didn't have any other options that I could think of.

The boots before me moved as the man knelt down beside me. I felt his hand grab my arm and another hand grab my other arm. I realized that they didn't notice the knife yet.

As soon as I was almost on my feet, I pushed the man on my right away from me, and my adrenaline kicked in.

The men were taken off guard and I was able to tackle the man on my left to the ground. As I straddled the man, I closed my eyes, just as I plunged the knife into his chest. I heard him scream in pain, and I kept pushing it to the hilt.

I opened my eyes, and saw the look in his. He was a young man, probably my age, and I was filled with dread and regret. Before I could turn around to face the man's friend, I heard a gun go off.

I flinched and lowered myself a little, but then everything grew silent, except for the gunfire in the distance.

I glanced over my right shoulder to see the outline of a man standing near the trees.

I couldn't make out who it was, but I knew it wasn't the enemy.

Before I stood, I looked back at the man that I was on top of. I pulled the knife out of his chest, and looked at my hands. They were covered in his blood.

I realized that I would have to live with this death for the rest of my life. I understood that I didn't have any options aside from kill or be killed. I had never taken another person's life before, and I couldn't shake the feeling away.

I had witnessed death a few times before, but it was different this time. Regardless of it being caused by war, I was still ashamed of what I did.

The man who had rescued me had approached, but didn't speak. He started to strip the dead German of supplies.

Suddenly, I remembered Webster's words to me. "I will find you".

I stood up and exclaimed, "Thank you for finding me! I don't think I would have lived if you hadn't have come along!"

I started approach him as I asked, "How was your jump, Webs-"

The man stood up and it was Lieutenant Speirs.

My mouth fell open and I whispered, "Not Webster..."

Speirs looked at me and asked, "Nurse Banks...are you all right?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

He looked at me before asking, "Where is your gear?"

I glanced over to the water before admitting, "I had to dump it."

He never looked at the water, but kept his gaze on me. He asked, "Do you have a weapon?"

I looked down at my blood covered hands that held the trench knife. I sighed as I met his gaze again.

He gritted his teeth and nodded. Sighing, he reached for his side arm and withdrew it from it's holster. He extended it out for me to take. When I didn't reach for it, he said, "Take it. Come on, take it."

I blinked and finally reached out for it. When I shakily removed it from his hands, he smirked slightly. I exhaled sharply, as I waited for orders.

He looked me up and down before asking, "Are you ready?"

I bit my lip and replied, "Yes, sir."

He started to lead me through the field toward the trees. When we reached them, we stayed within the trees to stay as hidden as we could.

As we walked through the forest, I asked, "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" he questioned as he kept looking about.

I clarified, "I mean...I guess it's safe to assume we're all off target from our drop zone?"

He replied, "That's about right."

I bit my lip, feeling uncomfortable being with him. I was confused as to the change in his personality. He had seemed distant but then he'd talk to me when no one was around, and now...

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

I blinked at him. "What do you mean?"

He stopped and looked at me. "You're biting your lip, and you've suddenly grown quiet, not to mention you're slowing your pace."

I looked up at him. I stopped biting my lip and apologized, "Sorry."

"Don't apologize. Just answer the question," he ordered.

I took in a breath before stating, "You confuse me."

He chuckled as he continued to walk. I followed him.

I continued, "You seem so different when it's just you and me, and when you're around others. I don't understand that."

He shook his head before replying, "I think you're reading too much into things, Nurse Banks."

I started to think things over. Was it possible that I was thinking things over too much? I wasn't sure about anything when it came to him anymore.

"What happened between you and Private Webster?" he asked.

I stared at the back of his head. "What?"

"You heard me," he said.

I looked around, confused. I didn't know where this question had come from. I whispered, "He's just a good friend."

"That's not the rumor," Speirs suggested.

I could feel my cheeks growing hot and was thankful it was dark so that he couldn't see them. I asked, "What is the rumor then?"

Speirs suddenly grabbed me and pushed me to the ground, with him leaning over me. I was about to protest, but he placed one of his hands over my mouth, preventing me from making any noise.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a few people walking passed us. Whether they were our men or the enemy, we couldn't be sure. I knew that Speirs wasn't about to shout 'flash', nor use the cricket, just in case they were the enemy. If it was the enemy, we would be severely out numbered, and would be killed.

Speirs waited another moment before removing his hand from my mouth. He looked down at me and whispered, "Let's go."

I nodded. He pulled me up onto my feet. I followed him through the darkened forest.