A/N: Thank you Crazyforkasey, woot, and Darla for your reviews! I'm glad that you are enjoying the story!

Crazyforkasey, this chapter will have Speirs in it. Just keep in mind though, that they are from separate companies. He won't be around all the time, until he becomes commander for Easy. Until then, I have tried to fit him into the story as much as I can given the circumstances, so please be patient. He's coming!

Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

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The never ending walk to our station for the night finally was over. We headed to our respected barracks and waited for the award ceremony that was going to happen that night. After the jump during D-Day and for the actions Easy was involved in at Brecourt and Carentan, Colonel Sink and General Bradley were expecting all of us to show so they could award certain members medals for their bravery.

I stepped into my barracks and looked around. It was the same size that I had with the girls before being shipped out. I suddenly felt the pangs of loneliness as I stared at the empty cots that filled the room.

I set the few belongings that I had with me down on my cot. I realized that I didn't have any of my spare uniforms as I had to dump them on D-Day. I hoped that Colonel Sink would understand why I wasn't dressed in my formal uniform.

I bit my lip as I sat down. I considered not going to the award ceremony and wondered how I could get out of it.

A knock landed on my door. I glanced up at the sudden sound. I sighed and stood up, making my way across the room to open the door. When I turned the handle and pulled the door open, I was face to face with Speirs.

I blinked at him. "Lieutenant?"

He looked at me for a moment before asking, "Am I interrupting something?"

Wide eyed, I replied, "Um, no...?"

He nodded as he took in my appearance. "Why are you not dressed for the ceremony?"

I glanced down at my dirty uniform. I didn't realize just how dirty it was until I examined myself. My uniform was stained with old blood, crusted with dried mud and faded slightly from the sun and rain. I pushed my tongue into my cheek before timidly replying, "I don't have a spare uniform."

He recalled, "You dumped all of your belongings on D-Day."

I nodded. "Yes sir."

He nodded briefly before ordering, "Follow me."

I furrowed my brow at him as I tilted my head. I wasn't sure what he wanted or where he wanted me to go and I was hesitant to follow him.

He stopped a few feet from my door and turned back to me. "Come on. Let's go."

"Go where?" I asked.

He raised his eyebrow at me while staring at me with his brooding eyes. "Must I order you to follow me?"

I sighed and reluctantly followed him after I closed the door to my barracks behind me. We walked in silence as I followed him across the yard to a barn.

He saluted the sentries that were guarding the it and opened the door. I looked between the two kids guarding the barn before stepping across the threshold into it.

Speirs continued to lead me across the length of the barn before stopping in the corner. He extended his arm out in front of him and stated, "Have your pick, Nurse Banks."

I cautiously approached him and glanced into the corner of the barn. Sitting on a large wooden table along the back wall were several freshly laundered uniforms folded neatly in piles. There were even a few dress uniforms.

I glanced over my left shoulder at Speirs. "Where'd these come from?"

He explained, "They were included in the resupply for soldiers such as yourself and those that needed a change of clothes before returning to the line."

I looked at him skeptically.

He added, "Many of the men have dysentery, so we had to get fresh clothes in for them to make a quicker recovery."

I nodded as I understood fully why we had the spare sets of clothing. I glanced back at the clothes and asked, "Won't I get into trouble for taking some?"

He shook his head. "I'll make sure we note what you take. Grab what you need to resupply your lost kit too. I'll wait by the door."

I watched as he walked away from me to stand by the door. I looked back at the clean uniforms and wondered why the sudden change in personality with Speirs. I also remembered that this was something he did frequently enough with me and that I shouldn't be surprised by his change in behavior.

I stepped forward and started to gather the items that I needed. Once I was finished taking the few basics that I was missing, such as a replacement uniform and items from my pack that I had to dump, I meandered back to the door.

Speirs looked down at my half full arms and asked, "Is that all you are taking?"

I looked down at the few items I was carrying. "Yes..."

"As long as you think that's enough," he replied as he started to make note of everything that I was taking.

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I just waited until he finished scribbling out the note of the items that would be missing from the supply room.

Once he was finished, we took our leave.

We stepped outside of the supply depot and he began to walk me back to where I was staying. I bit my lip as I started to wonder what else he was going to say to me.

"Old habits die hard, I see," he muttered.

I glanced over at him, quickly releasing my lip from my teeth. I sighed. "I guess so."

"You're not going to argue with me?" he asked, almost shocked. I wondered if he was expecting a fight from me on the matter. Truth was, I was getting tired of allowing him to get under my skin for something that was silly.

I shrugged. "Old habit. No reason to fight about it."

He raised an eyebrow at me. He studied my face before turning his gaze back in front of him to focus on where he was going. "You are a mystery to me, Nurse Banks."

"You've said that before, but I don't know why I'd ever be a mystery to you or anyone," I replied quietly.

He ignored my remark and asked, "What did you do before the war?"

I blinked at him. "What?"

He asked again, "Before your assignment as a field nurse, what were you doing back home?"
I bit my lip again. This was something that I never wanted to share with anyone, even though I mentioned it to Darla in a letter, it was still hard for me to say. I thought about how to answer the question. Carefully, I replied, "I moved about a lot."

He narrowed his dark eyes suspiciously at me. I could see that he was trying to determine whether or not I was being honest with him. He stated, "You're not lying, but I can tell you're holding something back."

I stopped outside my barracks door and asked, "What does it matter? It's the past, isn't it?"

He looked down briefly before replying, "It's the past that makes us who we are, Nurse Banks. Maybe by learning your past, I can understand your present."

He turned on his heel and meandered away from me. I watched him leave, wondering why I was a mystery to him and why it mattered. I was also beginning to realize that he was a mystery to me.