This is based solely on the miniseries and what little research I have been able to do outside of it. I don't own Band of Brothers or any of the amazing men who served in the military. The only things I own are Megan, Brian, Jack, and any soldiers you don't recognize.

Shortly after daybreak, Easy is ready on the road leading into Carentan. We are currently shielded by the hill, but I know that that will change the instant we start moving. I'm with second platoon, at least to start, because Dick doesn't want me in the first wave. Never mind that that's where I'll be needed first.

Dick and Harry are currently looking at the town and discussing the plan. They both look at their watches, then Dick starts to come back, telling 1st platoon to get moving. As soon as they have started, he's next to me calling out, "Second and Third, move!"

With those words, we're all on our feet and running towards Carentan. Before we get more than a few steps, machine gun fire opens up directly in front of us. "Cover, find some cover!" The cry echoes around the company, and men head for the ditches, or behind buildings. Some men have already fallen.

I stop to check on the man nearest me. Seeing that he's gone, I quickly move to get some cover myself. As bullets begin to trace across my path, I dive behind some bushes. "Ouch!" Lucky me, I had to pick the thorny bushes to use for cover. I take stock of myself. Just superficial cuts, minimal bleeding. The bruises tomorrow will be gorgeous though from where I landed on my hip and elbow.

Once the bullets no longer seem to be so close, I look out to see where the men are. Not seeing many, I gripe to myself. "Great, so we're all spread throughout town. I sure hope there's still decent communication going on, or this is gonna be nasty."

Heading into the town itself, I move at a jog, using the buildings for cover. "Well, at least I know the general direction they're heading. Towards the Germans. Boy are we all crazy. We volunteer to jump out of perfectly good airplanes, then we run straight towards the gunfire. Oh the things we do."

I stop talking to myself when I see Gene ahead of me treating several men. Heading over, I say, "What do you need?"

"Take the other guy, I've got this one."

"Right." No further conversation is needed. Looking at the man, I immediately zero in on the bullet hole in his shoulder. "Hey, did that bullet go through or is it still there."

He groans before answering. "It went through, hurt like hell."

"Ok then, let's get you patched up." I inject some morphine before starting. Grabbing a packet of sulfa, I sprinkle it over the wound, then roll him over a bit and do the same on the exit wound. I pull a large bandage out of my bag and tie it tightly around his shoulder. "Ok soldier, got you patched up. Just hang out here till the backup arrives and we'll get you out of here. You won't be pulling any stunts, but you'll be fine."

"Thanks Miss Megan."

"You're welcome. Gene?"

"Yep, all done here, let's go." He looks up at me as we start walking. "What happened to you?"

"Dived behind a bush for cover, this is a present from the thorns."

"Right. Take care not to do that too much, ok?"

"I'll do my best."

We work our way into town, treating men as we go. Some will be fine, don't even need to go to the aid station. Others will stay in the hospital for a while. Some guys will be going home. Others aren't so lucky and don't make it. I feel the now familiar semi-detachment that comes with the battlefield come over me. I can't afford to care too much, to stop and think. I have to treat and move on.

"Medic! Medic!" With those twin cries, Gene and I separate, running towards the men who need our help. Sprinting around a corner, I see Liebgott supporting Tipper.

"I skid to a stop, sliding onto my knees. "Hey Tipper, how's it going?"

"Not so good"

"Well, we're gonna get you fixed right up." As I speak, I inject a syrette into his thigh. Once Tipper's face eases somewhat, I start bandaging his legs up.

"Miss Megan, is he going to be ok?"

"Yeah, Lieb, but it's gonna be really hard for a while. He's probly going home. The important thing though is that he's alive."

"Thanks." He looks relieved.

"I need to get going. Get him out of the street." I jog over to an overhang when there is some cover.

Seconds later, More and Malarkey duck in to avoid a sniper. More asks, "Do you see what I'm seeing?"

Don and I look along his gaze to see Father Maloney, the chaplain giving the last rites to a dead man.

Don answers, "Crazy fools the Irish."

"You should know."

I can't help but add my two cents. "Yes Don, cos it's not like we get lumped in there either." He smirks before moving on. Looking back at Father Maloney, I call, "Father, I'm all for the last rites, but maybe you shouldn't be in the middle of the street with snipers out there." He just shakes his head at me. Oh well, I can't really blame him seeing as I do basically the same thing with the living.

A little bit later, with the streets having quieted down a bit, I go with some of the walking wounded to the aid station. When I get there, I see Gene bandaging Dick's leg.

"Dick, what the hell are you doing in here?"

"A ricochet shot caught me in the leg. Doc's got it under control."

"Good. Gene, you need me, I'll be around here."

"Alright."

As I turn to head for other beds, Dick stops me. "Megan, we'll be moving out soon and heading to a defensive position east of here. It's high ground, and the only direction they can come from with the flooded fields everywhere else.

"Ok, we'll be ready."

When Dick leaves, I ask Gene if there's anything I need to know. "Actually yeah, there is. Blithe, he had hysterical blindness. Said he couldn't see for a while. After Winters talked to him though, he seemed to get better, but I'd keep an eye on him. He still looked a little shocked."

"Got it." With that, I start making the rounds of the beds.

A few hours later, I stiffly get to my feet. "Gene, I'm going for a walk. No one's come in for a while and it's pretty stable here. You should get some air too."

"Ok Miss Megan. Have a good walk, and I'll get out soon. We'll probably be moving soon anyway.

I walk around town, just thinking, not even noticing where I'm walking till someone calls my name. "Miss Megan!" I jump, before looking around. "Down here."

Looking down, I see Don, More, Skip and Muck laying about on the steps. "Hi boys, what's going on?"

Muck answers, "oh More was just saying how we'll be in Berlin by Christmas."

Laughing, I say, "well, don't jinx us."

Suddenly, a shadow falls over me, followed by a voice. "Enjoy it while it lasts." I look up to see Ron. "We'll be moving out soon."

More inquires, "Out of town lieutenant? Already?"

"That's right." With that, he just walks off, only to be stopped by More's next words.

"Don't they know we're just getting settled here? Ron spins around, and I'm surprised to see something akin to a cross between a scowl and disgust on his face before he spins and stalks off.

Muck turns to More, saying, "That could have been worse. You know you're taking your life in your own hands when you talk to him that way? Isn't that right Malark?

"I told you, I didn't actually see it."

Skip looks at them both. "What, Speirs shooting the prisoners or the man in his own platoon?"

"What?"

Everyone looks at me, startled. Skip starts to explain. "Well, supposedly the guy was drunk and refused to go on patrol. Who knows if it's true?"

Muck takes up the story. "Well, I know a guy that said that Speirs hosed those prisoners."

Blithe, nearby, asks, "Why? What for?" I listen closely, because this certainly could explain some of the renewed fear around Ron.

"Well, on D-day, Speirs comes across this group of Kraut prisoners, digging a hole or something under guard. He breaks out a pack of smokes and shares it with them. Even gives them a light. Then all of a sudden he swings up his Thompson and-" Muck imitates the sound of a machine gun firing. "-he hoses them."

Skip contradicts him, saying that he heard that Speirs didn't do it. They all end up agreeing to disagree.

Shaken, I get up. "I've got to go guys. We'll be moving out soon though, so don't get too caught up in stories."

I hurry back to the aid station to grab my gear. Gene sees me and sets me down.

"Miss Megan, your face is white! What's going on?"

"N-nothing really. I just heard the stories about Ron and the prisoners on D-day. I'll be fine."

"Look, no one knows what's true and what isn't. Even I don't."

"I know, I'm just shocked to hear the discrepancy in the stories. 8 men, 10 men, 30 men, he didn't do it. I don't care what actually happened."

Lip sticks his head in the door. "Time to go."

"Right." I turn to Gene and we both have a tight smile for each other. "Let's go."

Exiting into the daylight, we form up with Easy and start to march towards the high ground.

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