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Carentan, France: 1944

As Winters held Eliza in his arms, he felt the wetness of Eliza's tears as it soaked his jacket. Releasing a tired sigh, Winters didn't know the extent to which Eliza was bottling up her emotions. Winters knew that Eliza wasn't one to express her feelings to others since she saw herself as a burden if she were to do so. However, to Winters, he would never see Eliza as a burden because even the most independent and stubborn person needs someone to rely upon. Meanwhile, Eliza found comfort in the arms of Winters, which she was utterly grateful for since no one had been there for her as Winters has. Even when her mother died, Eliza forced herself to be valiant so her younger siblings and father through their grief, had someone to depend on. For this reason, Eliza took it upon herself to care for others before herself, whether it be emotionally or physically. However, all good things must come to an end as Eliza knew she would have to let go of the comfort within Winters's arms. Reluctantly, Eliza removed herself from Winters, and as she saw his tear-stained jacket, Eliza blushed in embarrassment.

"Damn it; Dick I'm sorry for wetting your jacket," Eliza stated as she looked into her pockets for some cloth to pat his jacket dry.

"No need to apologize, Eliza; this should be the least of your worries," Winters replied, as he held her hand to stop her fussing over his jacket.

As their hands touched, Eliza and Winters couldn't help but feel a spark.

"Well, I-I should get back to the aid station," Eliza stammered as her cheeks redden once again.

"Eliza, it would be best if you take a break; I'm sure the other medics could manage without you."

Winters's gaze showed his plea for Eliza to follow his order, and so she complied without any revolt. Before going their separate ways, Eliza turned towards Winters gaining his attention; and with a smile, she stated, "I know I always thank you, but I truly mean it every time. No one has ever been there for me as you have."

As Eliza departed the aid station, she saw from a distance, Blithe and some of the men from First and Second Platoon laying on the stairs of a wrecked building. Eliza decided to join the group, to inspect Blithe's eyes once more and to make sure her comrades were okay. When she came closer to the group, the men uttered out their greetings while Muck gurgled his words since his mouth was full.

"Skip, what the hell do you have in your mouth?" Eliza asked, after returning their greetings and sitting down on the stairs with the men.

"Kraut cheese - it stinks," Muck replied with a frown on his face, as he grabbed the stale bread from Penkala.

From his response, Eliza couldn't help but laugh, earning smiles from the men in return. As she looked through her satchel, Eliza retrieved the rest of her chocolate ration.

"Here this should remove the taste from your mouth," Eliza articulated as she threw the chocolate to Muck.

"You're a godsend, Stardust."

While Muck feverishly devoured the chocolate as Penkala tried to take a piece, and More and Malarkey were discussing when the war would end, Eliza turned her attention to Blithe who was laying down on the stairs.

"How are you holding up Blithe?"

"I'm doing okay, Corporal Clark."

"Blithe, no need for formalities, you can call me Eliza. However, it's nice to know you have manners, unlike some men."

At her remark, Muck glared at Eliza while the men smirked. Ignoring Muck's glare, Eliza asked, "How's your vision?"

"It's fine ma'am."

"Have you had an episode of blindness from the last time I've checked?"

"No, ma'am; but what caused my blindness?"

"I've talked to Doc Roe about it, and we think it might be Hysterical Blindless. It's a condition in which temporary loss of vision occurs due to emotional stress."

In the middle of their conversation, Lieutenant Ronald Speirs of Dog Company walked up to Eliza and the men as he stated, "Enjoy it while it lasts. We'll be moving out soon."

"Out of town, Lieutenant? Already?"

"That's right," Speirs responded, taking a moment to look at each soldier. When his eyes landed on her, Spiers smirked; however, Eliza and the men did not notice it.

As Speirs went onto his way, he stopped when More muttered, "Don't they know we're just getting settled here?"

Throwing More a look, Speirs left the group while the men and Eliza were left to contemplate on what happened.

Breaking the silence, Muck uttered, "Nice Groucho..."

"What?"

"Real Smart. You know, you're taking your life in your own hands. Ain't that right?"

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

Eliza knew the men were about to discuss the stories about Lieutenant Spiers: how he shot the prisoners during D-Day and even shooting someone from his platoon. Eliza didn't pay much attention to the details the men were talking about since she believed it wasn't typical of her to talk rumors about someone else. It didn't mean that Eliza wasn't fascinated about the certain Lieutenant, but at the moment she had better things to do, such as resting even for a few minutes since the day was emotionally and physically draining. However, at the brink of falling asleep, Eliza was awakened when Welsh shouted, "Let's go, First Platoon, weapons on me! We're moving out!"

Eliza cursed her luck as she stood up from her position and grabbed her stuff to join her platoon in tactical column. As she secured her helmet, Eliza saw Blithe not moving from his initial posture with his hands covering his face.

"As much as I want to rest too, we gotta get up Blithe," Eliza whispered; however, Blithe remained lying down on the stone cold stairs. She understood how tired he was. Hell, they barely had time to recuperate, and now they had to move out with the chance of facing the Germans once again. However, Welsh ordered, "That means you, Private Blithe."

From the encouragement of the men and Eliza helping him off the stairs, Blithe grabbed his supplies and followed his comrades as they marched to their next position.

The platoons of Easy Company marched through the fields as thunder rumbled, signaling the upcoming downpour. The men grumbled in discontent; however, Eliza smiled since the rain always brought comfort to her no matter the circumstance. The sound of rain droplets became a melody, and the coldness from each drop of rain that laid upon her exposed skin soothed away Eliza's tiredness. Unfortunately, as soon as gunfire poured onto the platoons, the screams for a medic forced Eliza out of her reverie. While the men ran to the hedgerows for cover and in position to fire back, Eliza remained at the back, running to those shouting for assistance and tending to the wounds with the best of her abilities. Through the conflict, Eliza was able to stabilize some of the wounded; however, all battles come with a price as Eliza painfully witnessed the death of her comrades.

The day quickly turned into night, while both sides remained in their hedgerows, enduring the thunder and torrential downpour. Stationed near Third Platoon, Eliza tried to rest; however, the loud singing of the Germans and the thunder made it impossible for her to fall asleep. Abandoning the idea of sleep, Eliza decided to leave the ditch she was in and check on the men from the other platoons. Bidding a farewell to Roe, Eliza made her trek using the dark for concealment. From a distance, Eliza saw the figure of Winters and Welsh, so she made her way towards them.

"Mind if I join?" Eliza asked, gaining the attention of Winters, Welsh, and Blithe.

"Clark, you shouldn't be wandering around," scolded Welsh as he left the ditch with Winters to discuss strategic matters.

"Couldn't help it, Lieutenant; but I'll keep him company in the meantime," Eliza replied, settling down next to Blithe as both Lieutenants left.

"Who're you sharing the ditch with?"

"Sergeant Martin."

"Oh, I'll keep watch until he comes back. You should probably get some sleep."

"I'll try to but thanks, ma'am."

However, neither would Blithe or Eliza be able to rest as they were alerted from a scream near Third Platoon.

A/N: I do apologize if it's much shorter than other chapters, but I am trying to ease myself back into writing. However, since it is the summer, I now have more time allotted for writing, so I'll try my best to post weekly!