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When we entered Eidenhoven, I was in the middle of the rest of the officers. I couldn't help but shake my head at the lengths Dick was going to ensure my safety. If anyone in the town had realized that I was female, they'd have to try and push past Nixon, Welsh, Winters and Compton before they could even touch me. I thought it was overkill, but I had promised Dick that I'd go along with it.

The whole town was cheering, waving flags, kissing and hugging the men, which they seemed to love every minute of. The locals must have spent most of their day preparing food and drink for all of us, as they continued to offer it to us. They even wanted pictures of us as we stood around the town.

I understood why they were happy to see us, but we hadn't liberated them yet. As far as we knew, there were still German soldiers in the town. I didn't like being in Eidenhoven, but there wasn't much that I could do. I had my orders, just as everyone else.

When we found a suitable place in the courtyard, with me against a building, Winters ordered Harry to send out a patrol and locate the enemy, or at least the bridges we were to secure.

As we waited for Harry to return, Dick scanned the rest of the town with his binoculars. I stared into the town. If we weren't at war, I would have come here for a visit. It was a beautiful place, and the people seemed very friendly...of course, they had motivating reasons for being so happy in the first place.

A few men across the road from me caught my attention. They had been staring, smiling and pointing at me for a while. Suddenly, I realized that they knew that I wasn't just one of the guys. I shrank back further behind Nixon and Dick.

"Dick. Clock's ticking," I heard Nixon state.

Dick replied, still scanning the area, "Yeah."

Just as Dick was putting away his binoculars, a group of young women skipped up to us.

They started with Nixon, kissing him and hugging him. He tensed and started pushing them away as he said, "Yeah. Thank you...thank you..."

One of the women had thrown herself on Dick. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him into a long kiss. He didn't push her away. Instead, he waited for her to finish and leave on her own accord.

The heat in my cheeks rose. I tried to keep calm, but there was a large part of me that wanted to push her off of him, slap him on the cheek for allowing it, but I gritted my teeth. I had never felt this way before, and it took my by surprise.

Dick had turned to look at me and must have seen the struggle that I was having in my head. He asked, "What?"

I knew what he wanted from me, but I wasn't going to give him anything. I replied as I looked away from him, "Nothing. Not a thing, sir."

He was about to protest, as I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was reaching for me, but he was unable to say a word before Harry returned to our group.

Compton looked over at him and asked, "What's up, Welshy?"

I glanced over at Harry and I could see the distress on his face. With one word, he replied, "Snipers."

My heart skipped a beat and my stomach sank. I knew at that moment, the men we had sent out on a patrol in the vacant areas of town had gotten into trouble.

Dick sighed, "We've got to get to these bridges..."

Before Dick was able to assign orders, we heard terrified screams and cries from some of the local women just a few yards from us.

We turned our attention to them. We witnessed these young girls getting their clothes ripped off their bodies, hair sloppily chopped off, some bleeding because they were fighting back, all the while the town mocked, spit and cursed at them.

I took a couple steps forward, mouth open in shock. I was about to put an end to this, when I heard a voice say, "They slept with the Germans."

I glanced over my shoulder to see the leader of the Dutch Resistance standing beside us. He looked at me and stated, "They're lucky. The men who've collaborated are being shot."

I turned back to the women. One of the women had met my gaze. Her pleading looks tugged at my heart but I knew that I couldn't help them anymore. If I tried to stop what was happening, they would consider me just as bad as them. They could shoot me for helping the Germans, in a sense.

I heard Dick and Nixon talking to the leader of the Resistance, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too distraught with the young girl who kept calling out to me, with her hand reaching for me. I realized that she knew that I was a woman. I felt like she was asking me what I would have done in her position.

I started to back away from her. My answer to her was that I would not have slept with the enemy. The truth was, if I was in her position, whatever that was, I am not sure how I would have reacted, but from where I was standing and from what I was taught, I knew that it wouldn't have been what she had done, or at least that's what I thought. Had I been raised like this girl, perhaps things would have been different.

As I started to head back into the circle of protection that Winters had ordered me to stay in, I felt hands grabbing me. I whirled around to see that the group of men that were across the street from me earlier was now grabbing and groping me as they kissed and hugged me.

I tried to push them away, but there were too many of them. I could feel them pulling me into the crowd, and I knew that if they succeeded in pulling me into the crowd, I wouldn't be able to fight them off.

Suddenly, I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, and the leader of the Dutch Resistance shouting alongside Compton and the others, scaring the men away.

Once the men were gone, I sighed and straightened my helmet. I realized that the arms never came off of my waist. I was about to look at who was holding me, but Kooik, the leader of the Dutch Resistance said, "Captain, I'd be happy to show you the quickest route to the bridges."

I realized that Dick was the one still holding me. He replied, "I'd be happy to have your help."

Dick then ordered, "Get the scouts to the edge of town in case we're here for the night."

As the men left to fulfill their orders, Dick moved his hold from my waist to my upper arm. I glanced up at him as we walked with Kooik. I could see that he was scolding me with his gaze, and I couldn't blame him. He was right about what could have happened, and I was reckless, but at the same time, I wanted to give him the same lecture that he was giving me.

I was about to say something to him, but he cut me off, "We'll talk later."