Last Time: Rebecca is taken off the line for a breather.
"You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it." - Margaret Thatcher
Now: Easy Company prepares for the attack on Foy.
Chapter 28 - Assault
Despite Rebecca's unexpected and early return, Easy Company's morale was still at an all-time low. By January 5th, only two days after Bill and Toye got hit and Buck was pulled off the line, Captain Winters, the acting battalion commander was grinding his teeth thinking about the junior officers and company Commander of Easy Company.
"We have weak lieutenants and I don't have faith in them." He said looking down at his hands.
Rebecca could see the concern on Dick's face and it scared her. The very idea of him being unsure could only mean Easy was grossly unprepared for their next assault and to Rebecca, it meant losing more of her friends.
Unfortunately, she couldn't think of an easy solution to this very pressing issue. No one could. All she could do was offer Dick her support.
"We'll get through this. We always do." She offered, sitting down on the crate next to his.
"I don't know, Rebecca. I just don't know how long our men can be pushed before they hit their breaking point."
Rebecca breathed out a long sigh. The men's overall mental acuity was a major concern of hers too. She read a report published by Army psychiatrists about combat exhaustion. In the report, it stated psychiatric casualties were just as common and inevitable as a gunshot or shrapnel wounds and most men were ineffective after 180 or even 140 days. Rebecca counted, by January 3, 1945, Easy had spent twenty-three days in Normandy, seventy-three in Holland, and fifteen in Belgium, for a grand total of 116. She deduced, judging from the report, Easy Company was in danger of breaking down at any time.
Thinking about it made her feel like trying to comfort Dick was all in vain. What was the point of trying to sugar-coat the grave state of the situation they were in?
XXX
On January 9th, the company participated in a clearing operation in the woods west of Foy. There was little resistance. Easy successfully reached it's objective and dug in for the night.
"Lighting six kidnap. Ah, yes, sir. We've cleared all the green area west of Foy," Dick spoke into the phone reporting to Col. Sink with Nix next him.
Rebecca on the other hand, sat down, thankful for the tarp covering CP, preventing the blowing snow from falling on her. She listened to her two friends as they reported back to Col. Sink about the recent and successful advancement the company made. They were able to complete their task with next no resistance, but Rebecca's opinion quickly changed compared to that of her comrades rather quickly as she counted up the number of KIA.
"We have KIA," Dick continued on through the phone.
"Thirteen," Nix responded.
Thirteen too many. Rebecca thought to herself, shivering as another gust of wind wiped through the CP. The ones who didn't make it were all replacements, the ones who replaced the likes of the Bill, Joe, and Buck. Rebecca thought back on when the young kids first arrived. She could still hear Johnny Martin's surprise at the very idea of bringing in replacements. He was certain they would get taken off the line, being so low of experienced men.
"I can't believe they're just sending us replacements," Rebecca overheard Martin griping to Lip.
The more concerns she heard echoing around the company, the more she feared for the safety of her men.
"Well, I guess that's it for now," Nix said, pulling Rebecca from her thoughts.
Dick hung up the phone, rubbed his tired eyes, and walked over to Rebecca with Nix.
"How are you holding up, kid?" Nix asked taking a seat next to the frozen woman.
She looked at the man, giving an exhausted look. "I'm freezing my rear off and I've never been more tired in my life. But, other than that, I'm just dandy."
Nix chuckled throwing an arm around Rebecca and patting Rebecca's helmet. "Watch out, that sarcasm might give people the wrong idea."
Rebecca rolled her eyes at Nix's nonchalance. How he still managed to keep acting his usual self, baffled her.
"Not that sitting and stewing in our own misery isn't fun, but I've got some more important things I need to tend to." Nix got up and as he was about to leave the CP, he turned around to face Rebecca.
"Watch out for him, okay?" He whispered, leaving the CP.
Rebecca shifted in her seat and looked at Dick who was sitting, his back against the wall of the CP, his head back, and his eyes closed. He looked absolutely frozen and his eyes tired and worn out.
"Dick, are you okay?" She sheepishly asked, nudging the man.
He opened his eyes, and turned to Rebecca, the exhaustion clearly showing. "I'm fine."
Rebecca could tell he was lying simply to spare her. The whole issue of Easy's leadership and on top of it, it's dwindling number of personnel was wearing him down by the minute.
"You know, I said that once too. And looked where it got me."
Dick sat up on his crate and faced Rebecca. "I've reached a point now where I just know I'm gonna get it. Sooner or later, I'm gonna get it. I just hope to hell it isn't too bad."
"What?" fretted Rebecca as she took in what Dick was saying.
"Am I ever going to see home again?" Dick faltered, his eyes shooting towards Rebecca's. "Rebecca, we're about to make a huge assault on Foy and I'm so sure Easy isn't going to make it."
Dick's words shook Rebecca. She had never seen him so unsure and frightened in life. Dick was always the one that had it together and had a plan. He was looking to her for support, and Rebecca had no idea what to say. She knew nothing of strategy or battle planning, only to save the wounded when strategy failed.
"Please, please, please, don't you dare say that!" She pled. Rebecca knew if something were to happen to Dick or if he was killed, would tear her right open. All feelings she had for him aside, Dick was one of Rebecca's closest comrades in the company.
He looked at her again, desperation in his eyes. Rebecca knew the look all too well. Dick inched closer to her making Rebecca's stomach flip. His eyes flitted down to her lips and back to her eyes.
"Dick," Rebecca breathed.
Just before their lips met, A loud cry caused them to jerk apart.
"INCOMING!"
Before Rebecca could think, Dick grabbed her by the waist and pulled the stunned woman under him. Every boom of an artillery burst made each bone in Rebecca's body ache and her ears scream. The walls of the CP crumbled a little more every time a blast fell and the ground shook beneath them.
Rebecca opened her eyes to try and make sense of all that was going on around her. She hoped to God Nix found cover before the blasting began.
Light bursts from the 88's sent flashes that made it seem as if they were in some kind of firework show. As more shells hit the ground, the terror inside Rebecca's soul grew. All she could do was wait until it was over. It was insanity.
She glanced to Dick who was still on top of her, his eyes plastered shut just like hers once were. Rebecca quickly shut hers too, not wanting any wayward dirt to get into her eyes and prayed for it to be over.
After a few moments that felt like an eternity, it ended.
XXX
Before Rebecca could even deal with what happened with Dick, the next morning, Lip informed her that Muck and Penkala had been in a foxhole during the previous night's attack. It was hit head-on. They were dead instantly and there were no bodies.
Rebecca stood over the blown open hole the two men were once sitting in and watched, disturbed as the only thing anyone could salvage was a piece of Penkala's rosary beads. She eyed Malarkey who took the small crucifix, put it in his pocket, and walked away.
Muck and Penkala's death took a heavy toll on Malarkey. They, along with Buck had been his best friends in the company. With two of them dead and one gone, Malarkey was teetering on a very short string.
In a quick decision, Rebecca ran after Malarkey. She knew the answer to the question already, but she had to ask him if he was okay.
"Don," Rebecca called after him. "Malark!"
The once lively Irishman turned around at the call of his name. The kid at Toccoa who would do anything to make his friends laugh was gone. Now, all that dwelled were eyes filled with sadness and helplessness.
"Yes, Captain?" He answered listlessly.
Rebecca stood before Malarkey and placed an arm on his shoulder, steadying him. "Honey, are you okay?"
His head fell and he shook it. Slowly, Malarkey's body wracked with sobs. He looked back at Rebecca with tears in his eyes.
Seeing Malark so distraught rendered Rebecca's heart to pieces. All she could do was pull him into her chest and let him sob. They were far enough away that she was certain no one could see him. The last thing, she was sure, he wanted was an audience.
Later, back in CP, Rebecca pled with God, begging him to let the war to just end.
The woolen blanket Rebecca used to stay warm, might as well not even been on. She shivered, thinking more and more about Dick, Muck, Penkala, Malarkey, Nix, Bill, Toye, Buck. The list in her head went on and on. She just couldn't see them suffer anymore.
As her mind continued toiling, Rebecca overheard Lip and Dick talking outside. She was crouched down in the corner, her blanket tightly wrapped around her as Dick and Lip moved into the CP.
Rebecca saw Lip's weary face. He was an example of a man who was pulling more than twice the amount of weight as a first sergeant should. If something were to happen to Lip, Easy Company would surely be lost.
Dick crouched down before the small stove that was heating up some coffee. He put his hands to the small flame, trying to warm up his frozen fingers.
Lipton looked like he said something on his mind and stood before Dick, waiting to get something off his chest.
"So?" Dick began, breathing his warm breath on his hands and putting them back next to the coffee tin.
"We've been watching Foy all day, sir. Not much activity." Lip began.
Dick picked up his coffee tin, offering it to the First Sergeant, and walked over to Rebecca. "Want a coffee?"
"No, thank you, sir."
Just by the way he spoke and sounded, Rebecca could tell something was wrong.
"How's Easy's status?" Dick asked, sitting next to Rebecca.
"The men are good, sir. They're prepared. I'm going to be leading 2nd Platoon tomorrow. They're probably the weakest after losing Toye, Guarnere, Muck, and Penkala. But, all in all, I have every confidence in the men, sir."
Rebecca perked up from her spot. If they were going to be talking about the status of the company, she felt like she should listen. She knew that no one was going to speak up about any sort of ailment that could risk them getting taken off the line. Not the night before a huge assault. Rebecca had to make sure the men were okay.
"Good," Dick said, sipping from his tin.
Lip sighed. "But, on the other hand, I have no confidence in our CO, sir."
Rebecca couldn't believe the words coming from Lip's mouth. She watched as he listened to Lip describe Dike in very damning detail.
"Lieutenant Dike is an empty uniform, Captain. He's just," Lip paused shaking his head, unable to pinpoint just exactly what Dike was. "He's not there, sir."
"Well, he's gonna be there tomorrow," Dick informed Lip. There was an obvious tone of annoyance in his voice. Dick was fed up.
"Yes, sir, I understand he will be there physically. But, tomorrow is gonna be the real deal and he's going to have to lead those men. He's going to have to make decisions, sir and I," Lip paused again, "I got to tell you, sir, I think he's gonna get a lot of Easy Company men killed."
Rebecca was dumbfounded by Lip's feelings. For an NCO to express such things to the battalion commander was really telling of what kind of situation they were in. She could see how those words impacted Dick. He paused, letting it sink in. What on earth was he to do with this information?
"Thank you, Sergeant, that'll be all."
Lip's eyes dropped to the ground. He didn't want to drop a bomb on Captain Winters but he said what needed to be said. "Yes, sir."
As Lipton left, Rebecca sat up and went to put some coffee on for herself. Things had gotten a bit awkward, to say the least since last night's shelling.
"So, what do you make of that?" Rebecca asked trying to clear the air.
"I don't know what to make of it except that I agree with him. Tomorrow is going to be brutal and I don't know if I can count on Dike to get the job done."
"What choice do we have?"
XXX
The next morning marked the inevitable attack on Foy. The 101st now occupied the woods that encircled Foy from the east, west, and south. General Taylor had wanted to carry the attack straight into Noville but for that, he needed tank support. Even if Taylor got them, there was no way the tanks could operate without being on a road. So, this meant Foy would have to suffice for now.
Rebecca woke up the morning of the assault with butterflies in her stomach. Since 2d Battalion was selected to take Foy, Winter chose Easy to lead the assault. From what he described to Rebecca, it was a simple and brutal operation. Easy was to charge down an open field into the village. There was an enormous possibility every window in the town had machine gun posts and every German had brick-and-mortar protection. There was no subtlety to the attack, just charge across the field and hope to God not to get shot. It unnerved Rebecca that Dike was leading Easy through such a risky operation. If he screwed up, many lives would be lost.
At 0900, Easy formed up at the end of the woods and planned to attack. Rebecca was ordered by Col. Sink to stay with Winters as the assault commenced. She looked at the open field and the giant haystacks laying on top of it. All Rebecca could see was endless possibilities for her men to get gunned down or blown to bits. There was no cover except for their machine guns that would provide covering fire as Easy Company sprinted across the field. If they were to stop and seek cover behind the giant hay bales, it was game over.
Rebecca watched on as Dick sat down on the snow-covered ground, explaining the plan with Dike as clearly as possible. As she watched Dick urgently go over the logistics as if he was explaining the assault to a trooper with fresh wings, Colonel Sink came from behind Rebecca.
"Captain Clark." Sink began. "May I speak with you a moment?"
Rebecca turned around to face Sink. "Yes, sir?"
"I wanted to offer my condolences to you on account of your father."
Rebecca's eyes flicked to the ground, a bit of sadness creeping its way into her voice. "Thank you, sir."
"I know despite your immense personal loss at home and the struggles you've faced out here trying to take this godforsaken town, you've done a hell of a job keeping your men safe."
"Thank you, Colonel. I don't think I would've made it if it weren't for the men. They really helped me pull through it."
The stern Colonel nodded. "I've spoken with some people over at 326th medical. It seems they've have taken a liking to you and all your hard work."
Rebecca was surprised, to say the least. She didn't even know she had done anything worth grabbing the attention of the brass in the medical division.
"Lt. Colonel Gold has taken it upon himself to offer you a job as his executive officer and a promotion to major."
Sink's words hit Rebecca like a freight train at full speed. "Leaving Easy Company, sir?"
"That's right. But this job would pretty much ensure your protection throughout the rest of war."
"Sir, I, I," Rebecca babbled, unable to formulate an answer.
Sink placed a hand on Rebecca's shoulder. "I know this is a lot to throw at you all at once. Why don't you think about it?" offered Sink.
Rebecca shook her head. She knew what she wanted and it wasn't some pencil pushing job far behind the line and away from Easy. Leaving them after everything they had been through seemed devastating to her.
"Sir, I've already made my decision. I can't leave Easy after all we've been through, especially now. I appreciate the offer, but the men are vulnerable after losing so many Toccoa men. I just couldn't bring myself to do it."
Col. Sink sighed, taking in what Rebecca told him. "You do realize what you're passing up on? This pretty much ensures a fast track for a career in the army."
"I didn't join the Airborne for a career. Sir, I think my place is here, with Easy."
"Well, I can't say I'm surprised with your answer. I don't blame you either." Sink chuckled, shaking his head. "You're an Easy trooper, through and through. Nevertheless, I'm very proud to have you here with us."
Rebecca smiled, shaking Sink's hand. "Thank you, sir."
After the Colonel let go of Rebecca's hand, he glanced down at his watch. "Alright, time to start this thing." He walked away, ordering for the attack to commence.
Rebecca trailed behind Sink, still unable to fully process what had just happened. Collecting herself, she joined Dick and Col. Sink who was crouching down with some other officers and Nix. Dick looked nervous, to say the least. As she turned to face the town, the machine guns opened fire and Easy began their mad dash across the field.
All seemed to be going accordingly. As expected, the Germans opened fire as well, sending bullets into some of the guys that sprinted down the field. The nerves in Rebecca's stomach tossed and turned at every step the men took and every bullet sent through one of them.
As the barrage continued, Kraut artillery began to rain down. Rebecca's eyes dashed to Dike as he moved forward. It seemed like he was yelling something but she wasn't sure. She glanced to Dick who's eyebrows were tightly knitted together.
Then, all of a sudden, Dike gave the signal to hold up. More men got mowed down by machine gun fire and artillery. Rebecca felt herself fall back on her heels as she witnessed more men get shot down.
"Will you move!" Cried out, Dick.
Rebecca looked up at Dick who was now standing and watching as Easy held their position on the field.
"Get out of there, move!" Dick continued to yell out to Dike.
They shouldn't have stopped. It wasn't part of the plan. The longer they stayed still, the more men got gunned down and blown up.
From what Rebecca could see Dike was scrambling to figure out a plan. He and some others fled behind one of the giant hay bales trying to seek cover.
"Go forward!" Dick screamed out.
Still, they sat, machine gun bullets kicking up dirt and mortar rounds blowing holes into the ground.
Dick picked up the radio ordering through the phone, frantically, "You'd better get Dike on that radio to me, now!"
Two men moved from behind the haystack Dike was behind. One man made it across, the other was drilled down by a machine gun positioned in one of the houses.
"Get going forward!"
Rebecca was now frantic as she heard screams for a medic. She quickly stood up, realizing Roe must have been totally overwhelmed out there, alone. A snap decision to take off and help flitted through Rebecca's mind. Before she even really thought about it, she started taking off.
"Rebecca, where are you going?" Nix yelled out to her.
"They need me!" pled Rebecca, making her move.
"No!" Col. Sink bellowed after the frenzied woman.
She stopped, an inner battle going on inside of her head. Then, she saw a sniper take a headshot and kill another Easy man.
"Jesus Christ," Rebecca heard Dick whisper to himself.
That was it, she had to go. Rebecca began sprinting.
"Becca, no!" Dick screamed after her.
It was too late she made up her mind. Rebecca hot-footed it down the field not even taking into consideration the fact that she was completely exposed. She didn't care. The barrage raged on as Rebecca continued scurrying towards the town.
As she tore down the open field, bullets sprayed the area before her, aiming for any men who dared creep out from behind the hay piles. Rebecca's aim wasn't for the hay bales, she knew if she hid behind there, she would end up trapped just like Dike was. No, she was heading into town where she spotted some guys trying to clear the houses. Artillery continued to rain down, blowing craters into the field and kicking up huge clumps of dirt and snow, but Rebecca didn't stop. Her mind was only focused on her objective.
After sprinting past the hay piles Dike and many of the men were hiding behind, she reached one of the homes some fellow Easy men. As the building drew closer in sight, she saw Perconte get dinged as he hid behind what looked like a horse trough. Finally there, she spotted Liebgott and Martin who were using the building as a means protect themselves from the machine gun and sniper fire. She threw herself to its protective side, panting after her long sprint.
"Captain, what the hell are you doing here?" Martin yelled out over the machine gun fire.
"I'm here to help!" She replied, crouching down and making her way to where Perconte was shot.
The small man was lying back down, writhing in pain. "Ah, Captain, they shot me in my ass!"
Rebecca rolled Perconte on his side and examined the wound. It wasn't too bad but he would be going to a hospital to get stitched up. She whipped out some sulfa and a bandage, applying some pressure. It wasn't long before Bull and another man came to drag him to some cover.
"Captain, come on! We'll give you some cover." Bull said.
Rebecca ran with Bull and a few others from 2nd and stayed behind the next closest building. They were at a standstill again
"What are we gonna do now?" Rebecca asked.
"Lieutenant Speirs relieved Dike."
Rebecca felt like a weight had been taken off her shoulders.
And sure enough, up came running Speirs with Lip and Luz on his ass. Bull moved from their position, following Martin and the others from his platoon leaving Rebecca with Lip, Speirs, and Luz. She couldn't have been more ecstatic to see the man in her life.
"Captain?" Lip sputtered, confused.
"First Sergeant." She replied, nonplussed.
Machine gun fire wailed on the side of the house again signaling that they needed to advance. A wayward piece came flying off the building, getting Lip right on the side of the face. He cried out and put his hand on the wound, but continued on as anyway.
"Captain Clark, Sink, and Winters are spitting mad you did that. They're on the radio losing their minds right now" Speirs remarked, pushing her behind him.
"I'll deal with their rath later. Lip, are you okay?"
He only nodded, continuing to peak around the corner of the house.
Speirs slightly smiled at the woman's calmness in the heat of the fire. "Alright, Lipton, what do you see?"
"Armor and infantry. A lot of infantry."
"I Company is supposed to be on the other side of the town. Do you see any sign of them?" Asked Speirs
"No, no sir. I think they're gonna pull back. If we don't connect with I, they're gonna slip away!"
"That's right. Wait here!" ordered Speirs patting Lip on the knee and Rebecca on her shoulder. "Captain Clark, you had better stay here." He said standing up.
Rebecca looked at the Captain, dumbfounded. She had no idea what he was planning, but she would have never guessed he was going to start running towards the position of I Company.
"What the hell?" Luz shouted.
All three shared the same astounded look before they peaked over to see what exactly Speirs was doing. He was running straight through the Krauts line. It seemed the Germans were just as surprised they were because none of them were shooting at him.
Once Speirs hurled himself over the stone wall where I Company was, he did the most astonishing action Rebecca had ever seen during the whole war. Speirs came back.
"That son-of-a-bitch," Luz exclaimed.
"I don't believe it." Rebecca murmured.
The company surged into Foy and let the Krauts have it with everything they had. Once they had artillery support, Easy laid on a tremendous uproar of mortars and grenades to clear the houses. Tanks pulled out and infantrymen surrendered.
Rebecca couldn't believe it, hell, Easy couldn't believe it. They had taken Foy.
XXX
It had to of been the most triumphant comebacks in recent history. Even with the most inept CO in the whole Army, Easy Company and 2d Battalion managed to capture Foy.
By 1100 Nix reported that Foy was secure and Easy captured twenty prisoners.
Rebecca stood among the singing men, watching them as they celebrated. She couldn't have been more thrilled about their victory but was absolutely dreading having to face Nix and Dick.
Once it was deemed safe, Battalion marched up in only what could be described as a relieved and thrilled saunter down the field.
Rebecca spotted her two friends walking. As soon as they caught sight of her, Rebecca noticed they didn't look as irate like she assumed they would, in fact, they appeared to be grateful that she was alive.
"I cannot believe how insane you are!" Nix exclaimed, approaching the young woman.
Nix wasn't one to show any sort of emotion towards the woman so when he pulled her into a tight hug, Rebecca tensed up at first at the gesture but then hugged the concerned man back.
"Between Dike checking out mid-assault and you running out there in the open, I thought Dick was going to keel over and die," Nix admitted, pulling away from the hug.
She glanced at Dick who was gazing at the woman like she was an enigma.
"I-I just can't fathom what was going through your mind when you ran out to help Easy as you did." Dick began.
"Well, just like their commander, I guess, maybe, I care about them too much," smiled Rebecca.
Dick shook his head at Rebecca and brought her into a hug. "Maybe a little too much."
XXX
Word came down from the Brass that instead of getting taken off the line as they deserved, Easy would be taking Noville. It pissed everyone off, Dick especially, but that was life as they knew it.
The attack was part of a general offensive designed to cut through to the north, link up with the U.S. First Army, and trap German tanks on their escape route.
At first, when Dick vented to Rebecca, he thought this assault was just another ego trip for General Taylor. But the more he explained the logistics of it, Rebecca realized something.
"I don't know, Dick. Maybe, despite how battered Easy is right now, Ike really needs us to pull through as soon as possible. Nix did tell me he had no reserves left to send out and the attack could only happen now."
Dick huffed at the woman's response. She was probably right but that didn't mean he liked the plan anymore.
He devised a plan to send his men straight to a deep shoulder southwest out of Noville and near Recogne. This would allow Easy, Dog, Fox Company, and the rest of 2d to get more and more cover as they approached Noville. Dick had the battalion arranged in a single file line to cut through the snow. Given that the snow was up to their knees, is was the quickest approach, but also very dangerous. In that formation, German artillery could very well wipe out the whole battalion.
As Easy and the rest of 2nd Battalion moved, 1st Battalion moved to the left. Unfortunately, for 1st the Germans spotted them and launched 88s that sent men flying through the air.
Rebecca looked at the bodies being blown up and cringed. She glanced at Dick who was still walking but turned to see the carnage 1st Battalion was enduring.
"C' mon, we have to keep moving," was Dick's only response.
Easy and the rest of 2d Battalion continued moving forward, but was soon met with machine gun fire that rained down on the exposed Company.
Thankfully, Speirs responded by setting up machine guns, allowing them to dash across a small stream. Everyone managed to make it unscathed and the next morning, 2d Battalion launched the final assault on Noville.
By noon, 2d Battalion secured Noville and set up a perimeter defense. The little village was finally in the hands of Americans.
XXX
After taking Noville, Easy convinced themselves it was their final objective. The broken-down company was in dire need of rest and a good shower. But that wasn't to be. General Taylor wanted 2d Battalion to move farther north in the direction of Houffalize, to clear the town of Rachamps.
For some reason, despite having a superior advantage, the Nazi's occupying Rachamps didn't put up much of a fight. Instead, after trading some firefight with 2d, they retreated.
Triumphantly, Speirs, who was now the CO of Easy Company, set up CP in a convent. It was the first time the company slept indoors since Mourmelon. That night, the nuns lit the convent with candles, dimly lighting the church, and brought in their choir to sing to them as Easy Company relaxed and slept without fear of being blasted out of the snow.
Rebecca sat down in a pew farther away from the enlisted guys with her head resting on Nix's shoulder and Dick next to her. Alone with her thoughts, she thanked God for seeing her and Easy through the toughest moments of their lives.
For the first time in a while, she felt serene. At peace, she fell asleep to the serenading voices of the choir.
The next morning, Easy Company was bound for Haguenau.
- End Chapter -
A/N: So, we are officially done with the Battle of the Bulge! It's been a long and wild ride. Thank you all so much for the support and I love you all! I just wanted to let you guys know, I have caught up with my revised chapters so I might be a little slow to put new ones out, but I will be trying as hard as I can! Thanks for sticking with me! :3
