Hi! So let's try this again. Also, I'm sorry I never finished my other story, my laptop died and I just got a new one. If you'd like me to finish that one as well, let me know! And please review!

Charlotte Clark thanked the jeep driver as he came to a stop in front of the Colonel's cabin. She climbed out of the front seat, cursing the tightness of the pencil skirt she was wearing as it rode up her stocking clad thighs. If her transfer was to be accepted she had to look her best, but damn these uniforms. She would kill to be back in her OD's with the boys, but she knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that she wasn't going to pass up.

Lottie watched as the jeep pulled away before turning towards the cabin and walking up the steps. The door was open and only a screen door in place, and she was thankful it was unlocked. She hated the Georgia heat already. It was hot in Indiana where she was from, even hotter in Kansas where she had started her training, but Georgia was a whole new kind of hot. The humidity clung to her leaving her sticky and uncomfortable. She stepped in, taking a deep breath of cooler air and gave a warm smile to the orderly sat behind the desk.

"Hi, I'm Charlotte Clark, I'm here to see Colonel Sink." Lottie grinned, extending her hand to the orderly as he gave her a look that only said shock. He finally took her hand in his, shaking it briefly before jumping up and walking over to the office next to where they stood, muttering something about letting the Colonel know she was here. She stood to wait for a moment, taking the dress cap from her head and sliding it into the belt tied around her waist, suddenly nervous. Nervous the Colonel would deny her transfer, and also nervous that he would accept. She brushed a few pieces of imaginary lint off of her jacket as the door finally reopened and she was greeted by the same orderly who waved her in.

Lottie strolled into the room, coming to stand at attention before the desk of Sink as he stood to greet her. She saluted and he saluted back before he spoke, "At ease, soldier. Sit." She nodded, doing as she was told and sinking into the plush leather, crossing one leg over the other as she did.

"Corporal Charlotte Clark, recruited for the 5th Armored Division in 1941, started training at Fort Leavenworth at the beginning of 1942. Promoted to Corporal in September of 1942. I have to say, Colonel Williams spoke very highly of you." Sink read over her file, looking up after a moment to meet her eyes.

"Thank you, sir."

"Let me ask you, you joined the army first...why are you requesting to join the airborne?" He pursed his lips, genuine confusion forming on his face.

"Honestly, sir, it's my dream. If I had known I could have joined the paratroopers first, I would have. When I was originally recruited, they only gave me the option of navy or army, and I don't do well with water." She answered honestly, her hands fidgeting nervously now.

"Well, I have to admit, the idea of a woman joining the paratroopers did not go over well with General Taylor. It didn't go over well with me either until I read your file. Your daughter of the Kokomo police chief? Colonel Williams says you're a hell of a shot, sniper level even, which makes sense now." Sink flipped through the pages in front of him and a light blush crossed her cheeks.

"He said all that?" Lottie murmured, a grin crossing her lips. "I appreciate the honesty, sir. The men in my company had the same doubts, but I believe I proved them wrong."

Colonel Sink nodded, closing the file and folding his hands over it before meeting her eyes again. "Well, here's what we'll do...we'll start training you with the men on a trial basis. Any funny business, any at all, and you're back to the 5th armored." He stood up then and nodded, and she did the same.

"I think that sounds like a fair deal, sir." Lottie couldn't help her smile forming. She saluted him and he saluted back, before motioning to the door.

"I'll have your things put in with second platoon and see that your trunk is sent over to us from Fort Leavenworth." Sink motioned for his orderly to write that down and she turned to face him as they entered into the main room. "Harris here will show you to your cabin and make sure you're introduced to your CO, Captain Sobel."

"Thank you again, sir." Lottie nodded before following the orderly out of the cabin.

It didn't take long for them to reach the cabin and she was shown inside, her overnight bag she had brought with her already on the last bed on the right. "The men are doing the training course but they'll be back shortly. Can I help you with anything else?" The orderly asked politely, standing by the door.

"No thank you, private Harris. I appreciate it." Lottie nodded and with that, he left, and she was finally alone. She stood at the foot of the bed, sliding her hat off of her head again and laying it neatly on the stand beside the bed. She wanted to kick off her heels and change into her OD's, but she still had to meet with her CO and the officers.

She bent at her waist and unzipped her pack, looking for her PT gear to make sure it was still inside when she heard the door open behind her.

"Holy Mother of God ...where have you been all my life?" A man stood by the door, quickly flanked by more men as they arrived.

Lottie smirked, simply rolling her eyes as she stood straight and turned to face them. "Hi. I take it you're second platoon?" She asked, watching as their eyes followed her every movement.

"Jesus, Joe, will you move out of the goddamn way?" She heard more voices as she saw men pushing through, before quickly coming to a stop at the sight of her. "Goddamn...who's the broad?"

"Okay then, as none of you know how to talk to a woman, let alone introduce yourselves, I'll start...Hi, I'm Corporal Charlotte Clark." She extended her hand to the tall, lanky man in front, who she deduced to be Joe.

It took a moment before he responded, taking her hand in his and a smirk forming on his lips. "Joe Liebgott. This is George, Don, and Bull. There's more of us but you'll meet them later."

"Pleasure to meet you, boys. Can any of you show me where I can find Captain Sobel?" Lottie asked, looking between the men.

"I'll show you to him, beautiful. Name's George Luz, pleasure to meet you." The shorter man pushed his way to the front and took her hand, giving her a shit-eating grin as he eyed her up and down.

Lottie eyed the men before her, and she just knew that she was in trouble. She let out a giggle, shaking his hand as she did. "It is a pleasure to meet you too, George Luz." She said with a wink, grabbing her hat and sliding it onto her head. "Now lead the way."

It didn't take long for the two to find Captain Sobel, as he was only a few short feet from the cabin, speaking with the same orderly from Sink's office. A slim, red-headed man stood next to him, as well as another man who had mischievous features and a bored look in his eyes. She thanked George briefly before walking up to the men just to hear the tail end of the conversation.

"I don't care what Sink said, I will not have some goddamn woman serving in my company." Sobel then turned just as she came to stand in front of them and she quickly snapped to attention.

"Sir, my name is - "

"I don't care who you think you are or what you're doing here, but you won't last, Clark. Change into your PT gear, you're running Currahee, and if you're not back in 50 minutes, don't bother unpacking." Sobel marched past her and she slumped out of her attention before looking at the other two men in front of her.

"Well, he seems like a real charmer, doesn't he?" She frowned momentarily before forcing a smile and extending her hand to the two men.

"Corporal Charlotte Clark, although I assume you knew that...I have no idea what Currahee is or...where it is." The red-headed man was first to act, taking her hand and briefly shaking it, followed by the mischievous looking man.

"I'm Lieutenant Dick Winters, and this is Lieutenant Lewis Nixon. We're happy to have you here." The red-headed man smiled at her, he seemed like a gentleman, unlike their captain.

"Currahee is that big mountain over there, and we haven't even beaten 50 minutes yet, but something tells us you're not gonna give up that easily," Nixon smirked, and she smiled back.

"Right you are, sir. I should get changed if I'm planning on beating that time." Lottie hurried back to her cabin, not even bothering to look up as she heard several wolf whistles and catcalls from the newer men.

Lottie threw her hat down on the bed, letting out a sigh as she kicked off her heels and rummaged through her bag for her shorts. She slid her tights off of her legs and folded them neatly, sliding them back into her bag before looking over her shoulder to see every single pair of eyes on her.

"Can I help you?" She asked finally after it was clear they weren't looking away.

"Yes, you definitely can gorgeous, just take it off slowly for me." A short, stocky man answered with a smirk, followed by several jeers from the men around him.

Lottie sighed and slowly turned to face him, unbuttoning her dress jacket as she did. She could tell he wasn't expecting that response as his smirk slowly faded. She stepped closer as she continued to unbutton, finally coming to the last one as she stood in front of him. "What's your name?" She asked quietly, arching her eyebrow as she toyed with the button.

"Uh...Uh, Bill...Bill Guarnere." The man stuttered out, and she let out a breathy laugh. Lottie leaned in closer, laying her hand on his shoulder as she did and pressed her lips against his ear.

"You want a show? Then go steal your friend's porno mag." She finally answered, slapping his shoulder with a satisfied laugh of her own at the look on his face. His laugh followed shortly after, taken aback by the encounter, his friends joining in.

"This dame ain't half bad." His thick Philly accent was followed by more laughs, and Lottie could only smirk. She had a feeling she'd be hearing a lot more of this.

After hurriedly sliding her PT shorts under her skirt and pulling on her shirt over her undershirt, she sat on the edge of the bed and slid on her newly issued jump boots, admiring the quality briefly before pulling them over her thick white socks.

"Charlie?" She froze. No one had called her that since…

"Floyd." Lottie rose to her feet, eyeing the man standing in front of her with a frown.

"What the...what the fuck are you doing here?" Tab ran a frustrated hand through his hair, eyeing her incredulously.

"Touring the countryside, Floyd, what does it look like I'm doing?" The woman sighed, tearing her scarlet red hair from its bun at the base of her neck. Behind Tab, George sniggered, earning a glare in his direction from Floyd.

"What? It was funny." Luz replied, winking in Lottie's direction. She gave the man a smile in return. One down.

"You know what I meant...when did you get here? What are you doing, you should be in Kansas." Tab was rambling now and she chose to simply ignore him, brushing past him easily.

"Just stay out of my way, alright?" Lottie walked outside, following the path to the large mountain, ignoring the pain in her gut.

xxxx

Several hours later, well after darkness had taken over the sky, Lottie dragged her exhausted body through the door. She pushed her shoulders back immediately as all eyes turned towards her, unwilling to show defeat. Sobel had kicked her ass.

There was silence as she crossed the floor to her bed, sinking slowly to sit on the edge as her aching muscles screamed in protest. She turned her eyes up to meet the eyes of the men, eyes drifting around to look at each of them. Several were grouped on a couple of beds, playing a makeshift game of what she assumed as poker. She recognized two of the men as Bull and George, but the rest were foreign to her.

"How many times did he make you run Curahee?" Joe asked from the bed across from hers, taking the cigarette from his lips as he did.

"Just twice. Only because I made it under 50 minutes the first time, I don't think he liked that." She laughed softly, unlacing her boots and stowing them beneath the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Charlie?" Tab asked again and the smile dropped from her face.

"Just because you don't like that I'm here doesn't mean you get to keep asking me that. I'm here, and I'm staying, whether you like it or not." Lottie glared at him and he glared back, neither unwilling to be the first to back down.

"So, really, why are you here? Weren't you in the army?" A blonde man asked from across the room and she turned to look over to him.

"Just ignore Cobb, we do." The man previously introduced as Bull said, chewing on a cigar thoughtfully as he looked over his cards. Cobb gave him a look of annoyance, and Bull never bothered to look up from his cards, earning a soft laugh from Lottie.

"I'm here because I would rather be jumping out of a perfectly good airplane than be stuck on the ground with a bunch of draftees who don't know what they're doing." She finally answered, and while Cobb seemed appeased with her answer, Tab definitely wasn't.

Floyd moved to speak up again and she held up her hand, shaking her head as she did. "I'm done arguing with you. Deal me in." She stepped up then, walking across the room to sit beside George on the bed, taking the cards dealt with her. This was either going to go really well, or really badly, and there was only one way to find out.