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Camp Mackall, 1943

Days have passed since Easy Company failed the simulation due to Captain Sovel. From this incident, Easy Company were worried that if Captain Sobel would lead them into the damn war, they would surely die quickly in the hands of the enemy.

Meanwhile, in the barracks, Lieutenants Nixon and Winters were discussing the future of Easy Company.

"What are you gonna do?" Nixon asked as he was packing since they were moving out.

"Nothing, just keep training the men," Winters answered back as he rummaged through a box.

"Am I interrupting?" Lieutenant Welsh exclaimed as he entered, making his presence known to the Lieutenants.

"No, no. Lieutenant Lewis Nixon, Lieutenant Harry Welsh, just in from the 82nd," Winters stated as he introduced both men to each other.

"Congratulations on the promotion," Welsh stated as he shook the hands of Nixon.

"Thanks, if you wanna call it that. You'll learn him pretty quickly. No flaws, no vices, no sense of humor," Nixon answered back with a small smile.

"Just like your chums up at Battalion staff?" Winters cleverly replied back.

"What's up?"

"I'm hearing a lot of rumblings."

"Sobel? We were just talking about that."

"So, he gets a little jumpy in the field?"

"He gets jumpy and then you get killed."

"That's nice…"

"Yeah, listen, if we discuss it, I think it should be just amongst ourselves."

"Oh, absolutely."

"What are you guys talking about?" Eliza suddenly voiced at the end of the conversation, surprising the Lieutenants. From their expressions, Eliza sheepishly smiled since she knew that her voice startled them.

"Jesus Christ, Eliza, next time knock on the goddamn door," Nixon replied back.

"Maybe next time, close the door when you're talking about something you don't want others to hear, " Eliza sassed back as she pointed to the door that was wide open.

"Since you're already here, Eliza meet Lieutenant Welsh from the 82nd," Winters stated as Welsh raised his hand for a handshake.

"It's nice to meet you, Lieutenant Welsh," Eliza greeted as she shook his hand with a smile.

"Likewise, Corporal Clark." Welsh couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Well, I just wanted to stop by to personally congratulate Lieutenant Nixon, but I saw that he was preoccupied, so I'll be on my way. But it was nice meeting you Lieutenant Welsh," Eliza waved good-bye and left the Lieutenants to finish their conversation.

"She's something, ain't she?" Welsh commented as Eliza left the barrack.

"Yes, she is," Winters replied back with a smile, while Nixon looked at Winters with a smirk.

Brooklyn Naval Shipyard, 1943

After a long train ride, Easy Company was on their way to board a ship that would take them to Europe, where they would further train and fight against enemy lines. At the shipyard, Eliza was astounded at the sight of many soldiers entering towering ships and large machines heaving trucks onto the ships. After admiring the view, Eliza settled down and administered motion sickness pills with the other medics.

When her task was complete, Eliza joined several of the men in her company as they looked at the Statue of Liberty, a monument the company would last see as they drifted away from home. As her gaze remained on the Statue of Liberty, Eliza was elated that a nation in which men had become the dominant gender, it was a female that proudly stood on the New York Harbor representing the nation.

Several hours had passed and Eliza was laying in her cot, reading her favorite novel while listening to the men's conversation.

"Right now, some lucky bastard's headed for the South Pacific. He's gonna get billeted on some tropical island, sit under a palm tree with six naked native girls, helping him cut up coconuts, so he can hand-feed them to the flamingos."

"Flamingos are mean, they bite."

"So do the naked native girls."

"With any luck."

"Hey, guys, I'm glad I'm going to Europe. Hitler gets one of these right across the windpipe, Roosevelt changes Thanksgiving to Joe Toye Day and pays me $10,000 a year for the rest of my fucking life."

"What if we don't get to Europe? What if they send us to North Africa?"

"My brother's in North Africa, he says it's hot."

"Really? It's hot in Africa?"

"Shut up. Point is, it doesn't matter where we go. Once we get into combat, the only person you can trust is yourself and the fellow next to you."

"Hey, long as he's a paratrooper."

"Oh yeah? What if that paratrooper turns out to be Sobel?"

"If I'm next to Sobel in combat, I'm moving on down the line. Hook up with some other officer, like Heyliger or Winters."

"I like Winters, he's a good man. But when the bullets start flying, I don't know if I want a Quaker doing my fighting for me."

"How do you know he's a Quaker?"

"He ain't Catholic."

At the mention of Winters, Eliza smiled since she agreed with Guarnere that Winters was indeed a good man. However, the cynical response from Guarnere made her smile disappear.

"Bill, just because Winters ain't Catholic, you can't assume he's a Quaker" Eliza stated with a frown.

"Hey, now you're talking, but I'm not surprised since you're defending Winters, " Guarnere stated with a smirk.

To remove that smirk from his face, Eliza threw one of her pillows at Guarnere's face as he stood up, gaining laughs from the men.

"Neither is Sobel."

"That prick's a son of Abraham."

"He's what?"

"He's a Jew."

From Guarnere's comment, Eliza knew a fight would erupt as Liebgott who was sitting in his cot, quickly got up and went to face Guarnere.

"Fuck... I'm a Jew."

"Congratulations. Get your nose out of my face."

And so Liebgott and Guarnere fought while the men and Eliza tried hopelessly to end it before they were caught by any superior officers.

Hours passed since the fight, which ultimately ended when the other men were able to separate Liebgott and Guarnere, while Eliza scolded both men for their reckless behavior and patched their wounds.

It was late in the night and just like most night, Eliza couldn't sleep. As she laid in her bed, hearing the snores and shuffles of the men, Eliza decided that some quietness would help her ease to sleep. So as humanly possible, Eliza quietly climbed down from her bed and headed out to the deck of the ship.

When she reached the railings of the deck, Eliza relaxed in the quietness of the night and the cool wind gently brushing her hair. The bright moon and stars cast a glowing light onto the rocking waves of the ocean. As she gazed upon the stars, a voice suddenly broke her reverie.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Winters asked as he neared Eliza, who had her arms resting on the railings.

"I know but I couldn't fall asleep, so I decided to gaze at the stars," Eliza answered as she diverted her attention to Winters as he looked up to the night sky.

"Well I can't blame you, it is beautiful," Winters continued the conversation.

"Yeah, it is."

However, Eliza wasn't looking at the stars when she answered. Eliza was looking at the red-haired man next to her, who would eventually be the cause of her sleepless nights.

A/N:Hey everyone, I finally updated! Sorry if this chapter is shorter than previous chapters, but it mainly served as a filler. However, I do hope you enjoy reading it!

*Edited on May 26, 2018