Last Time: Easy Company jumps into Holland and meets up with the resistance.

"Make a retreat as to advance better." - Li Peng

Now: Rebecca and the boys learn that Operation Market Garden wasn't going to unfold as planned.


Chapter 19 - Lost and Found

The next morning, Easy Company rolled down the road on the tanks they would use to liberate Nuenen.

Rebecca sat atop one of them, happy to be off her feet for a change. As they rolled along, she looked around, noting the partially cloudy sky that made the vibrant wildflowers stick out all the more. The majority of the land was practically untouched; one might not have even been able to tell that there was a war going on if it weren't for the tanks rolling down the streets.

The majority of the men, she noticed, were enjoying the peace the morning offered by embracing the silence around them. Some slept on the tanks while others munched on K-rations. It was odd to see the company so quiet when they were usually enthralled in conversation, given the opportunity.

As she was scoping out the beautiful Dutch scenery, something in the distance caught her eye: a figure holding something wrapped in a blanket to their chest.

She wasn't able to guess right away what it was, but never, not even in her wildest dreams, would she have guessed that it was a baby.

As the tank got closer, Rebecca could make out feminine features on the figure, along with a complete lack of hair and tattered clothing. It soon dawned on her that the woman must have been one of the German sympathizers exiled from Eindhoven. But this woman had a baby and had no choice but to take care of it herself.

It was painful for Rebecca to see the woman with her bastard child begging for food. It might not have even been her choice to sleep with the enemy, and yet, she had to pay the price.

Rebecca hopped off the tank as it got closer to the mother and her child. She dug through her med bag for some hygiene products and a K-ration and handed it to the frail-looking woman. Rebecca gave her a hopeful smile, hoping that the Dutch woman knew her shame wouldn't last forever.

Then she turned and continued on towards the company's objective. It tore her up knowing she couldn't do more.

XXX

Hours passed and morning turned into afternoon. The parade of tanks rolling down the dirt road was soon met with a sign stating the town of Nuenen was just up ahead.

Rebecca was sitting on top of the tank's highest point when the town's outline came into clear view. The tanks immediately broke into a double procession, and some of the men headed for the runoff channel on the side of the road for cover.

As the procession drew closer to their destination, Lieutenant Brewer broke formation to scope out the town with his binoculars. Rebecca could hardly believe it; the idiot was a walking target, strutting about in the middle of an open road with no protection. What on earth was he thinking?

"Hey! Get a load of General Patton!" Hoobler yelled over the click-clacking of the tank chains.

Brewer did look quite ridiculous marching out in front of the tanks, acting like a valiant commander about to lead his men into battle.

"What the hell is he doing?"

Apparently, Rebecca wasn't the only one wondering what the hell he was doing.

"Makes quite a target, don't he?"

Brewer wasn't the only one though. They were all targets now, every single one of them; all because this fool wanted to snatch up a couple medals and showcase his bravery. This was dangerous - extremely dangerous. They probably had snipers training their sights on them at that very moment.

And Brewer was walking right into those sights. Oh, god.

Bull, recognizing the imminent danger the Lieutenant was in, hopped off the tank to warn him, and to draw him back to the group before it was too late.

It was to no avail, though. He was too far out.

He turned to the call, but right as he did, a sniper out in the distance of the town, fired. The bullet ripped through the flesh of his neck, and he collapsed on the ground sputtering on his blood.

"Sniper!" someone yelled to alert any others stupid enough to run out from the cover.

The quiet procession broke out into chaos. Yells from the men warning others about the sniper and shouts to take cover shattered the calm atmosphere that was shared between the company.

"Sarge!" Miller yelled, pointing to a fast-moving German armored half-track.

Someone called for the company to clear the tank so it could try and destroy the half-track moving towards the town. As they dispersed, the company moved to the dikes below the road for cover.

The tank fired, filling Rebecca's ears with the deafening sound of an explosion, destroying the German vehicle.

Rebecca stayed put, knowing when Bull ran towards the injured Brewer, he would be calling for a medic.

"Medic up front, medic up front!" Bull called.

At Bull's call, she went running for him to help Brewer but stopped when she was beaten to the punch by another medic.

"Keep moving! Get up!" Bull bellowed.

He was calling like a madman, trying to get the company moving to begin the assault. However, no one moved. The men were too scared and decided, even though unwise, to stay in a stationary position.

Rebecca peered over the edge of the channel to see how Lieutenant Brewer was doing when she saw the same sniper fire again and shot the medic in the thigh.

"Shit," Rebecca mumbled to herself.

She had two options: move from her cover and help the two in the completely open, or stay put and let them both die.

Rebecca had no time to think, and couldn't bring herself to leave the two men to die. She quickly leaped from the channel with her med bag in hand and sprinted over to Brewer and the medic.

"Go, Bull, go!" Rebecca yelled, ordering Bull to lead the men.

"Yes ma'am," He said sprinting back towards the tanks.

Rebecca crouched down next to the medic and began taking out a tourniquet when the medic started yelling for her.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Help him first!" He managed to groan out while writhing in pain.

She nodded and turned to face Brewer, looking into his vacant eyes. He was obviously in shock and was gripping his own wound out of desperation. She heard the sickening sound of the lieutenant gurgling on his own blood.

She speedily pulled out a tourniquet and a sulfa packet. From ripping open his shirt and looking at the gushing wound, she assessed the bullet hadn't hit an artery.

Thank God, she thought. Brewer's goose would've been cooked if the bullet had blown the artery.

Rebecca sprinkled the sulfur on his wound and applied the bandage, quickly tying it around Brewer's neck. Once her work was done, she moved to the medic.

She pulled her scissors out and cut his pants open, looking at his wound. Lucky for him the wound wasn't too severe. It was bad but not life-threatening.

"You boys are gonna be alright," Rebecca reassured, sticking a syrette of morphine in the two and sticking it to their jackets. They both became very calm after the painkiller flowed into their bloodstream.

Now it was a matter of sitting and waiting for the two men to be picked up and evacuated.

Rebecca was torn. She wanted to continue moving towards the town to make sure her men were okay, but she had to wait for the evacuation team before leaving two wounded men. Something could happen to one of them while she was away and they both could die. Despite her affliction, she chose the latter.

She stuck around, checking to see if their wounds were stable. She knew she had to stay, but it felt like she was abandoning her men.

"Ma'am, isn't there somewhere else you should be?" the medic asked, almost like he could sense her affliction to the situation.

Rebecca looked down at his nametag on his jacket so she could put a name to the face.

"Yes, actually there is." Rebecca huffed. She looked at his name patch. It read Sullivan.

Sullivan looked up towards her from the supine position he was in. "Well, it looks like you can go, cause here comes evac team," Sullivan said.

In almost-perfect timing, an army ambulance arrived, waiting for the injured that were sure to come. Rebecca waved down the truck, signaling there was wounded in the area. Two medics came rushing out the back with two stretchers in hand ready to evacuate them.

As one medic was loading the more critical Lieutenant Brewer, the other stopped to ask for a report from Rebecca.

"Report, ma'am?" He asked, saluting.

Rebecca stood up from her crouched position to address the medic.

"The lieutenant here was shot in the neck by a sniper. It didn't hit an artery, but it's still pretty deep. The bullet is still lodged in there, so there's no exit wound. I gave him one syrette of morphine for pain."

"His name, ma'am?"

"Brewer, Robert, B, Lieutenant."

"And your company?"

"Easy Company, Second Battalion, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment."

Rebecca watched as the medic from the ambulance crouched down towards Brewer, checking his injuries.

"What about him, ma'am?" the medic asked again.

"Shot in the left leg by the same sniper while trying to assist Lieutenant Brewer. Not arterial, but deep. Showed no signs of being paralyzed, no exit wound," Rebecca explained, "Andrew, B, Sullivan, Corporal. Easy Company, Second Battalion, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment."

The medic began getting Brewer on the stretcher, Rebecca assisting him. "Thank you, ma'am."

"If everything is all squared away here, I'll be heading into town now," Rebecca said.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Captain, but they just ordered a retreat from the town."

Rebecca eyed him curiously as they boosted Brewer on the stretcher. Her heart sank,

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.

The battle had only just started, and they were already retreating.

"Tiger tanks came out of nowhere. Our guys couldn't hold 'em."

"Shit," Rebecca mumbled.

Soon, the sounds of artillery fire that was off in the distant became closer. Troops started running from town with tanks at their heels. The Dutch Resistance tanks started firing off in a last ditch effort to destroy the overwhelming number of German artillery.

Troopers were running by Rebecca to the trucks that pulled up and began loading. She was dumbfounded. It took a few seconds for the cry of medic to register in her head before the medic captain sprinted towards the call.

She jumped into the gulley and saw Buck in the prone position surrounded by Roe, Malarkey, and Muck.

"What the hell did you do to yourself, Buck?" Rebecca asked trying to sound lighthearted, although concerned was etched in her voice.

Buck looked back at Rebecca as Roe began treating his wound.

"Ah, I'm alright Cap'n. Got shot in the ass."

She smiled at him. "Looks like Popeye's not the only one now."

"It's gone right through, Buck. Side to side, both cheeks." Roe explained.

The sound of a blast being fired off from a tank made it more prominent to keep retreating. Specks of dirt flew up in the air making it harder for Rebecca to see the injury. If they didn't keep moving, they would be surrendering instead of retreating pretty soon.

"Malarkey, Go!" Buck yelled.

Rebecca quickly looked a Buck and shot him a shocked look.

"What?" Malark asked, just as shocked as Rebecca.

"Just-just leave me here for the Germans," Buck wearily said as Roe and Rebecca patched up his ass.

"You nuts?" Malarkey asked.

"Don't be ridiculous, Buck. You're gonna be fine." Rebecca said sternly.

"We'll carry you," Roe yelled over the.

"Are you kiddin' me?" Buck said through clenched teeth. "I weigh more than all three of you combined," he said, looking at the female captain.

"Come on!" Malarkey said to Muck, leading him towards a farmhouse.

"You quit talking like that, that's an order," Rebecca barked.

Buck chuckled to himself as Rebecca applied more pressure to the wound.

"You know, Becca, this was never the way I pictured your hands on my ass," Buck joked.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "In a second, they'll be moving to your face," she snipped.

Minutes passed when finally, Malarkey, Muck, and now Guarnere arrived back at their sides with a wooden door to help carry Buck.

"See Buck! I told you." Rebecca sighed in relief.

In quick fashion, Roe, Malarkey, and Rebecca all helped to boost Buck on the door and carry him to the trucks.

Rebecca let Malarkey, Muck, and Guarnere drag the door while she walked by it. As the four of them walked, she saw Buck's face contort every bump they went over.

"You're gonna be alright, just hang in there." she consoled.

Suddenly, a large blast exploded close to her, making it much more necessary to move quicker.

Finally, they arrived at the back of one of the trucks and loaded Buck on.

"Alright, now I'm leaving you here with these rapscallions. Think you can handle it?" she joked.

Buck's lips moved up into a small smile. "Yeah, I think I'll be okay."

"You behave in that hospital, ya hear? No giving the nurses a hard time." Rebecca poked at him.

"Yes, ma'am," he said weakly.

Guarnere and Lip were at the back of the truck, helping other men load on.

"One bullet, four holes," Guarnere explained to Lip.

"Yeah, it's almost a miracle," Lip replied, patting Buck's legs.

Guarnere grabbed Lip's shoulder as they started to walk away. "Lip, I don't think we know where the Bull is."

Rebecca's heart dropped and her small smile faded from her face.

This was not good. No one had ever gone missing before.

It felt so wrong to leave Bull there when he was probably still alive.

Buck noticed Rebecca's smile drop and the look of distress took its place. "Becca, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Buck you just relax now," Rebecca said, trying to convince him nothing was wrong.

Winters came around the corner of the truck like a bat out of hell.

"Rebecca," Winters called, signaling for her to get moving.

She gave one last look at Buck and jumped out of the truck before it took off.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Winters yelled. "Keep moving, keep moving!"

Rebecca speed-walked, trying to keep up with Dick. It was shocking for her to see him so angry like this. He was normally so calm. They both met up with Nix near their half-tracks.

"Hurry up, let's go, let's go!" He yelled again, leaning on the side of a vehicle.

"How bad?" Nix asked, finally arriving.

"I don't know yet," Dick answered angrily.

Then, out of nowhere, a ricochet jumped off the side of a half-track, pinging Nix on the helmet, knocking him over.

"Nix!" Rebecca and Dick called.

They both ran to his side, crouching over to the shaken captain, Rebecca ready with her med bag.

"I'm alright, I'm alright." An aghast Nix sputtered.

Rebecca let out a sigh of relief and moved over to the cover of the army truck.

"Am I alright?" He asked, the shock finally seeping in.

"Yeah. Yeah, you feel alright?" Dick asked, cradling the back of his neck.

Rebecca chuckled at the two's sudden intimate moment. Everyone sure was acting weird in the heat of retreat.

Nixon finally shuffled to his feet. "Yeah, quit looking at me like that," Nix demanded.

They both scurried next to Rebecca and took cover as well. Lipton approached them at that moment.

"Cap'n, we got four dead, eleven injured," Lip reported.

"Okay, let's move 'em out," Dick ordered.

"Oh, and sir: Randleman's missing, too," Lip said.

Shit, he really was. Rebecca thought.

"Randleman?" Winters asked, shocked.

Even Winters was shocked. Bull was a good soldier and a damn fine leader. Something must have happened. He wouldn't have given up that easy.

"Yes, sir," Lipton clarified.

Dick looked at the half-track, disgusted. "Okay, let's go."

Lipton ran towards the truck with the other men while Dick, Nix, and Rebecca hopped on a jeep.

All the vehicles began to depart from the town they lost. The mission that was supposed to get them home by Christmas had failed.

I knew it was too good to be true. Rebecca thought cynically.

It was easily sensed throughout the entire convoy that everyone was grieving. Easy Company had never retreated before.

Rebecca looked back to the lost town, fuming with smoke, sharing the same sense of grief her fellow men were feeling.

XXX

After their retreat, Easy Company dug in for the night in the gullies that ran parallel to the roads. The tanks up at the top of the dikes provided a small amount of protection from any opposition they might have faced.

Many of the men were asleep, trying to forget about the disastrous defeat they were dealt, while Rebecca was wide awake, accompanied by Dick and Lewis.

Rebecca was standing next to Lewis, watching as Dick looked out to where Eindhoven was being bombed relentlessly. She could tell just by his slouched demeanor and the way he held his helmet, that he was truly upset about their crushing defeat.

"They're bombing Eindhoven," Dick stated as if the two couldn't see the fire in the distance.

"Yeah," Nix replied.

Rebecca sighed deeply. The company wasn't used to defeat. Now they were forced to look at the results of it too.

"Come on guys, we'll dig in for the night," Dick said, turning away from the blazing town.

Rebecca bent down and grabbed her med bag, ready for sleep.

"Won't be waving so many orange flags at us tomorrow," Nixon said cynically.

Dick took one last look at the town behind him before following his friends into the field to get some much-needed rest.

XXX

"I never fired a shot, the whole time," Hashey mumbled, loading and cocking his rifle.

Bull's squad was dug in and ready to cop some z's, except none of them, could. They were all too worried about Bull to nod off.

Hoobler came stomping over with a bag of bread, handing them out to the members of his squad.

"Find anything out?" Hashey asked, taking a loaf from Hoobler.

"About what?" Hoobler snapped.

He was just as upset about retreating and leaving Bull as they were but what made it worse was the fact that everyone kept asking him about.

"Anything," Hashey replied.

Hoobler continued passing out bread. Once he made it to Garcia, he sat down himself.

"What we're doing next," Garcia said.

As Hoobler sat, he dug around the sack of bread, finding one for himself. "Nope," he said chewing on some bread, "Oh, I did hear one thing. Lieutenant Brewer's gonna make it."

It might not have been the news they wanted to hear, but it was something. The squad was a little shocked at this news. They all knew a shot to the head, where they believed he was shot, was a lethal blow. Hearing he survived was certainly good news.

"What?" Cobb asked

In frustration, Hoobler threw down his bread on the sack. "Lieutenant Brewer's gonna make it!" He said louder this time.

"Nah, there's no way," Cobb argued.

"He's headed back to England. They'll probably send him home," Hoob confirmed.

Webster, lying down chewing his bread, was shocked too. "How is that possible?"

"He did turn his head at the last second when Sergeant Randleman called out to him. Plus, Captain Clark was working on him too," Garcia said.

After a silence befell the group, Guarnere came trudging through the squad kneeling down next to Hoobler. He was probably just as disarrayed as the rest of the company, hearing Bull was missing.

"Hoob." he began, "Any news of the Bull yet?"

Guarnere sensed the dreariness of Bull's squad when he asked. Hoobler shook his head gloomily. Guarnere was upset by this new too, but it boiled into anger when he picked up on the squad's distress.

"If there ain't no body, then there ain't nobody fucking dead. Understand me?" Bill spat.

He had a point. Usually, if there wasn't a body, it meant the person in question was missing.

"I'm gonna look for him," Hoobler announced, getting up.

"Not by yourself you're not," Guarnere broke in. "I'll go with you. Let me get some ammo."

"That's okay," Hashey grunted, standing up. "I'll go."

"Me too," Garcia chimed in.

A sudden onset of confidence erupted in the squad.

"Alright. Go get him," Bill said hopefully.

With half the squad up and raring to bring their sergeant back, Webster got up. Eventually, a very reluctant Cobb did too.

XXX

Rebecca laid back on the dirt walls of the temporary CP where she and Dick were spending the night. She let out an audible sigh and crossed her arms, trying desperately to find a comfortable position to sack out. Every time it finally felt like her eyes were becoming heavy with sleep, she wouldn't be able to keep them closed.

Her mind wouldn't shut up. She couldn't stop thinking about Sergeant Randleman. It was disturbing to think that a terrific leader and soldier like him was MIA. What was worse was the nonchalance of command. If it had been a high-ranking officer, Easy Company, hell, the whole 506th would have turned Holland upside down looking for the officer in question.

Her blood began to boil. He was one of the finest NCO's Easy had. She tried another position, this time on her side, and closed her eyes. No dice. She couldn't sleep. Not with a man missing. She turned on her side, facing Dick. He was out like a light. How? He was the damn company CO and one of his men was missing! A Toccoa man!

She looked at Dick sleeping and became more frustrated.

"What is it, Rebecca? He mumbled, opening one eye.

"I thought you were sleeping," Rebecca said bitterly.

Dick opened both eyes and sat up in the foxhole.

"How could I possibly sleep when you keep tossing and turning and making all that noise?"

She sat up, folded her hands and pouted like a little child. "Sorry."

"What's the problem?" Dick sighed.

At least now he was up. Maybe he would find some motivation and get some people to look for Bull.

"I'm just worried about Bull, is all," she mumbled.

He sighed. "There's nothing we can do."

She was taken aback by this. "What do you mean 'nothing'. We can send a search and rescue team out to look for him."

Rebecca never really was all too friendly with Bull, not like the way she was with the other NCO's. However, in her heart, she knew that the company would suffer a huge loss if they lost him.

"Becca, we can't risk any more men by sending them into enemy territory. You can't let emotion cloud your judgment."

"I'm not letting emotion 'cloud my judgment', Dick. He's one of ours. I thought you of all people would get that," Rebecca huffed, putting her helmet on and climbing out of the foxhole.

"Where are you going?"

She grabbed her med bag and slung it over her shoulder. "To take a walk," she said bitterly.

XXX

Rebecca left the foxhole, a plan formulating in her brain.

I'm gonna get Randleman's squad and find his ass.

If they were caught, they could be charged with going AWOL. They all could be court-martialed.

However, no one was going to know. For all Dick knew, Rebecca was going for a walk and technically, she was. Just the walk was with some other guys and they were walking into enemy territory to find Bull. It was stretching the truth, but it wasn't lying, really. However, it could still get them all in trouble if they were caught.

Rebecca didn't care. She marched through the fog looking for Hoobler and some other guys in Bull's squad. Finally, after much searching she found Hoobler with his squad, talking to Guarnere. By the looks of it, they were formulating their own plan to bring Bull back. Perfect.

"Alright, go get 'em," Rebecca heard Bill say.

She slowly marched up the group. "Hey, boys, what's going on?"

All the members of the group suddenly stopped cold in their tracks. Quickly, everyone dropped their rifles, like kids dropping a cookie back in the jar, hoping their parents didn't see. They all probably thought Rebecca was just checking in on them, heard their plan, and was going to squeal to command.

Hoobler turned to face her. "Uh, nothing ma'am. Just digging in for the night." He said nervously, scratching the back of his neck

The captain folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. "You guys are terrible liars."

Bill waltzed up to Rebecca, defending Hoobler. "Listen Cap'n, we can explain."

"I'm aware of what's going on," Rebecca paused, "And I'm coming with you."

Bill broke out into a smile and the group collectively sighed in relief. Hashey and Garcia smiled and picked up their rifles again.

"You under any orders from CP?" Bill asked.

"Nope, just my own. We're all doing this against orders, so we gotta get moving if we're gonna find him."

The group quickly gathered their gear. Bill stayed behind to let the other NCO's know in case an officer came by.

XXX

The group walked quietly, single file, at the edge of the road.

Webster was on point with Rebecca right at his heels and Hoobler behind her. In all their hearts they knew how important it was to bring Bull back. They had already taken a beating today; twice in one day was unthinkable.

They all stealthily walked through the tall grass with extreme caution. They were in enemy territory and even American and Allied soldiers were to be considered enemy in this case. They were going against orders so every person that crossed their path had to be snuck past.

A low rumble in the distance triggered Webster to signal for them to hit the deck.

He slowly crawled up to the top of the embankment to check it out.

"Webster, us or them?" Hoobler whispered.

Webster looked at the shadow of the vehicle and recognized it as German, led by a tank.

"Not us." He whispered.

He shimmied back the embankment and signaled for everyone to get down.

The group traveled all night looking for Bull with no luck. Finally, it was morning. They trudged down another embankment through the tall wisps of grass, disappointment in their hearts.

Again, they scurried to the ground at the sound of a vehicle making its way up the road. Hoobler raised his rifle and got the vehicle in his sights. Recognizing it as American, he jumped up and signaled they were friendlies with his rifle in the air.

Rebecca went over to Hoobler. "Well, at least we have a ride home."

The jeep pulled over and when it did, Bull slouched over revealing his face to the group. Rebecca watched Hoobler's morph into a look of absolute relief. It looked like he could cry. A sense of relief crawled into her heart as well. Bull was okay.

The squad sped over to the jeep to greet their sergeant. Hoobler was the first one to meet him.

"Where the fuck you been?" Hoobler laughed.

"Glad to see you boys," Bull smiled with his characteristically deep southern drawl.

"Not as glad as us," Cobb began, "Bet you thought we'd given up on you there, huh, boss?"

"Shut up Cobb," someone said.

"What?" He protested.

Rebecca made her way over to the jeep when Bull caught sight of her.

"Ma'am." He said with a quick nod.

She smiled. "Glad to see you're okay."

"I think we should go back now," Webster suggested. He had a point as they were still in enemy territory, and they had been away from their company for a while. The CP had to be wondering by now.

The group managed to all smoosh onto the jeep and soon, they were back to camp.

XXX

When the jeep arrived back to camp, Bull was greeted first by Johnny Martin, then a crowd of his fellow troopers followed. The sight of seeing Bull back was a huge morale boost for the men.

"Bull!" Johnny yelled as the jeep approached him.

He hopped out of the jeep, along with the rest of the members who went to find him. "Hi, Johnny."

"Get a little lost?" Johnny smirked, shaking his hand.

"Something like that," Bull began.

"It's good to see you," Johnny beamed.

Everyone was happy to see Bull.

"You, too."

Out of the corner of Rebecca's eye, she saw Guarnere approaching Bull with more Easy Company men ready to welcome him back.

"I don't know whether to slap you, kiss you, or salute you," Bill joked, heartily shaking Bull's hand. "I told these scallywags you was okay."

"And they didn't listen?" Bull asked.

"Nah, these salty bastards, they wanted to go on a suicide run to drag your ass back. Even 'ol Cap'n Clark here too."

"Is that right?" Bull asked again, looking at his squad.

They were all smiles. You practically couldn't tell they were just beaten by the Krauts hours before.

"Yeah, I told 'em don't bother," Guarnere joked.

Bull looked at them with appreciation. "I never did like this company none."

He walked with Bill, Martin, and Rebecca by his side.

"So, they found ya?" Bill asked.

"Wait, what did you say?" Martin challenged.

"Johnny, don't irritate me," Bill snapped.

"They found you?" Martin joke. "I don't know who's more stupid, you or the hick."

Rebecca chuckled to herself. Everything was right with the world. And command never found out a thing.

The orders to mount up from Lipton was called and all the squads began moving out.

"Let's start falling in now! Cobb, let's go!" Bull yelled.

Rebecca interjected herself. "Bull, I'd like to take a look at that wound now."

"Yes, Captain."

Rebecca guided him to the back of a transport truck where he sat down and let her do her work. Dirt from the moving trucks polluted the air and when the debris cleared Rebecca saw Dick. Bull and Dick shared a respectful look then the captain's eyes fell on Rebecca. He knew damn well that she went looking for Bull with his squad. Judging by the smile and firm nod he gave her, he was okay with that.


A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, your support and feedback mean the world to me. More is to come!