Not all that much to say this time, though I am thinking of doing a short fluff chapter based around Christmas in the trenches, if you guys and gals would like that let me know and I will get one out before Christmas.

I don't own RWBY ;-;

Yang Pov:

She jogs to the front trenches humming a little march they taught back in boot camp, the weather was finally looking up for once. She had been here for 3 months and the weather had been dreadful almost the entire time. It was so hot and humid; her hair was a constant struggle, but Yang was never one to let that get her down. She had landed with her fellow members of the 51st Highland division in Palestine and had been fighting the enemy ever since. Her unit was proud and bravely would follow their blond commander anywhere she went. Yang had met most of them back in boot camp and had shown to the officers that she was brave and could lead well. So naturally they put her in charge of the squad and they had been friends and soldiers ever since.

She had been informed to rally her squad and wait. Apparently it was the day. It was time for the big charge that was to break the enemy forces and would end the war, or so the higher ups were claiming. She didn't much care either way so long as her and her lads made it through. Yang took a seat at their part of the trench where the rest of the unit was taking their morning coffee and a light breakfast. Her second in command, a young lad named Alan, saw her enter and handed her a plate and cup while scooting over for her to join them around the little cooking fire. "Hiya boss, how you doin today?" Alan was a lot like Yang, very positive no matter how bad things got and always a chatter box.

"Eh, command seems to be convinced today is the day we win the entire war, bunch of loons the whole lot of em'." Yang lays into the small breakfast leaving Alan to mull this over and finish his own meal.

"So I take it that means we are attackin' them today?" A mixture of fear and anticipation fills the boy, the idea of finally being done here was always a popular idea among the troops who were fed up with the hotter than hell weather. They were highland folk, so they were used to the cold and rain, not the desert weather. But they were hardy and ready to fight to the last.

"Aye, we have around an hour to finish this up and get ready to go up and over. So make sure everyone is ready to go when that whistle blows." She stood and stretched before heading to her bed roll to grab her helmet and other gear to make sure everything was ready. Then she sat down and started writing a pair of letters. The first to her father back in London. She knew he was always worried about her despite her being an adult and stronger than most men. The second was to her little sis, Ruby she didn't get to see much of the little redhead but she always took any chance she had to write a letter to her. Yang was more worried about Ruby after hearing she joined the French air force than she was about herself, she didn't trust those paper planes to hold up to a german gun. She finishes her letters and makes sure they get in the right hands to be sent back home and still has a few minutes to kill before the attack so she simply settles in to wait for the signal.

Blake Pov:

She had gone from the lone medical professional in her village to the most overworked Nurse in all of Palestine in a matter of weeks. Being one of the few who spoke english as well as arabic she had been made head nurse of the british armies medical force in the region. Now she had a constant stream of wounded troops pouring in some with minor stuff and some who were so bad she had to refuse to treat them as it would be a waste of her dwindling medicine supply, that was always the hardest thing for her to do but she knew they couldn't all be saved. "Nurse Belladona we have one in pretty bad shape over here, you are going to want to hurry I am not sure if the girl will make it if we don't stabilize her quickly." one of the english nurses was down the hall waving her down.

Blake broke into a quick jog, she hoped this one would be well enough to save. Her father had always taught her to be smart about these kind of things, "don't waste if you can help it, don't take risk." Yet her taking the risk of learning medicine had payed off. She had saved her mother's life when she had been hurt by a panicking cow, and now she was payed so well that her paychecks were feeding her entire village with some extra leftover for herself. She had even been debating using her extra money to buy the much needed medical supplies but she could hardly get her hands on stuff even half the quality the army could provide. Unfortunately the ships took so long that she was always running low on certain supplies, despite her multiple request that ships be sent more frequently it seemed the high command didn't care or didn't notice the need so the ships still slowly trickled in with the medicine.

"Miss you really should hurry, she looks bad" the nurse was clearly getting worked up but Blake began running to see just how bad the wounds were. She came to the doors of the makeshift operating room and pushed them open. Inside she saw a girl who was clearly beautiful but now ravaged by her wounds, the long blond hair stained red.

Yang Pov:

The whistle was loud and sharp, the second it ended she could hear the officers yelling the order "UP AND OVER LADS!" which was answered with a resounding yell from hundreds of scots and palestinian soldiers as they rushed up and out of their trenches. With her squad on her ass she broke into a sprint across the no man's land towards the enemy trench bayonet fixed to her rifle and a dirk strapped to her hip. Hundreds of men and women in a dead sprint towards a line of guns, the whole way the enemy pepper her forces with rifle, machine gun and artillery fire, blood is pounding through her veins as she sees people to either side of her fall struck by a lucky enemy shots. But she keeps running, halfway across the field she hears a familiar voice yell out, she turns and sees Alan falling to his knees clutching his stomach. She runs to him "Oh no you don't lad, you aren't gonna go and die on me, not here, not today lad." Yang picks up the boy and begins to run towards a divot in the ground a crater most likely caused by artillery fire. She gets in and makes herself and Alan as small as she can to hide them from fire, "Come on boy, you are stronger than this." Alan looks back at her with a small smile and a glazed look in his eyes.

"Aye boss, I ain't gonna die to this, just... I just need a rest is all, then I be right as rain." The boy is barely audible talking in a hushed tone during all the fire and explosions.

"No lad, you can't be sleeping here, it isn't safe for that. Just keep awake we will get you back in one piece I swear it." Rounds zip over her head and dirt is kicked up around her as shells rain down on their forces.

"Holy fuck when as' it ever been this cold here." The boy pauses as if to think, takes a breath and looks at Yang, tears beginning to brim in his eyes "Boss, I don't think I'm gonna make it, to damn cold all of a sudden. I just wanna go home boss, why we gotta keep fighting in this stinking desert anyway."

"Stop talking like that you hear me? I won't have any lollygagging from you, so keep awake and let's get outta here." Yang was crying at this point, she knew the boy was done for. The pool had formed and he was getting fainter each passing moment, so she just stayed there and held him close.

"You tell me ma that I always tried my best ok, boss? Just make sure of that for me, and keep yourself safe, aye?" And with that, the last of the boys energy seemed to drain out of him and he let out his last breath.

"Aye lad, I will do just that ya hear me." She stood, taking his dog tags and letter he kept in his breast pocket for if such an occasion were to arise, but the sight that met her was even worse. So many troops laid scattered across the field in various states of death or dying. She was torn between running forward to join anyone who made it across and running back to the safety of her own trench. Yang started to run, she ran forward. She knew it was the same distance either way, and better to take the enemy trench and avenge her fallen brethren than let their deaths go to waste. She heard the whistle, but didn't have the chance to process the fact that it wasn't the command whistle before the shell landed and her world filled with light and pain.

There it is ladies and gents, let me know what you think in the reviews. Sorry if I am not all that accurate on the combat in Palestine but I couldn't find much about that part of the war. Have a good day and happy holidays.