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Dirty and Left Out
"Okay so run this by me again, Lipton."
"Well we're waiting for Tab, to come back and tell us what do to, and then we move out" replied Lipton. Who was more than a bit annoyed about being asked what to do for the 10th time. Tab came back and started, telling us our orders.
"Okay I'm taken' ten men, along the dyke so let's go, move it"
I cleared my throat. "You mean, 9 men and 1 woman, right Talbert? 'Cause that's what I thought you said."
"Uh yah, sorry Felton, we gotta wait for Winters signal, so get ready."
"That's wonderful, except you missed one key point."
"What now Felton?" Replied a slightly ticked off Tab
"I don't have a freakin' gun, you bloody moron"!
"Medics don't get guns, Geneva Convention, wise ass."
"You know what fuck the Geneva Convention, what the hell happens if a medic falls in the line of fire? Another medic is going to go un-protected into that line of fire, and I sure as hell am not trustin', my ass to your sorry, excuses." I internally slapped myself the moment I said that, it went silent and I knew Tab was going to be angry with me, and from the look on his face, he was already reering.
"You know what, I'm done with you Felton, fend for your fucking self." He turned and left for the end of the line where the other men were.
Great I hadn't even been here for 24 hours and I had already made 2 enemies, screw brothers in arms, I was a loan sister. This was fan-fuckin-tastic.
"No, wait for the signal", somebody yelled, and jerked me out of my stupor. Red gas ripped through the air, signaling the advance and everybody ran for the hills, or valley in this case. Now, I ran for fun all the time, and when I needed to clear my head, or when I was mad, but when you have about 100 pounds of gear on you it's not "fun" anymore. I ran anyway, I ran so fast, my feet hardly touched the ground, I didn't know what I was runnin' from, but I ran anyway. We reached an embankment, and everybody started shootin', now I would have done that too, except the lack of the thing I needed, to make bullets come out and well, shoot at people with.
"Screw that fuckin convention", I muttered under my breath, I ran over the tiny hill, and grabbed a dead Germans gun, and some ammo. The weirdest thing was I didn't even get shot at, my helmet fell off, and my hair came cascading down my back, and I'm sure that took a lot of men by surprise, ha 1 more point for my gender. I came back to the hill loaded up and started firing at the Germans, like I was shootin' down ducks at a carnival. Beside me Malarkey was countin' em off.
"Four, Five" he said with a smile.
"Come on boys, is that all you got"? Not a moment sooner did someone yell.
"Holy shit, it's a whole other company!"
"Oh shit", said Malarkey
"Okay, time for a level up." I looked for the ones, that were loading or about to shoot those were the easy targets and the ones that were just running down the hill they weren't shootin' back so easy target practice, and a lot less bullets would be lost, instead of shooting wildly, like the machine guns. I got some more ammo, locked it in the chamber, and picked them off one-by-one. I was in the zone when I heard.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
"Oh shit, there throwing fuckin 88s" I yelled
"Jesus Christ they got me", cried out Webster
"Take cover, it's German artillery", yelled Winters. "Get Boyle he's down, come on, help me."
We ran over to Boyle, Winters, Luz , and I picked him up and placed him in a ditch where I started to work one him.
"Okay there Boyle, what you got today boy." I ripped open his pants, he had gotten hit, on the upper thigh, I poured some sulfur powder on him, and stabbed him with morphine, I dug out what I could of the bullet and shrapnel, but not without Boyle groaning in pain, he would defiantly have to go to Battalion CP. "I know it hurts buddy bear, but with me it'll be okay." I stroked my bloodied hand across his cheek, then I put pressure on the wound, and bandaged it up as best that I could.
"Your gunna be fine Boyle, trust me hon." I looked into his eyes, and terror spread through them. I held his hand and called out for Doc Roe, to get him. In a few minutes everything stopped.
"Where's Webster, anyone seen him?"
"Over there" pointed Johnny Martin
"Hey Webster where'd you get hit?"
"The calf, you going play nurse on me Felton?"
"Nope, I'm gunna play doctor, and if you don't stop I'm gunna stick you with so much morphine your not gunna wake up." I waggled my pointer finger at him, and winked at him. I put sulfur on the wound and bandaged it up, he winced when I tied the last knot.
"They got me, do you believe that? Do you believe I said that?"
"You big strong Bailey you said that"? I said making a mock shocked face, and putting my hand to my mouth, like it was the most surprising thing in the world.
"Ha-ha shut up" he said with a laugh.
"Can you make it make to CP?"
"Yah"
I gave him his helmet, and a mock salute.
"I will see you someplace else."
"I'll be counting down the days, and be in agony until, I see your face again, ha-ha get outta here." I slapped him on the head, and he walked away. I walked over to Johnny and Tab. If I was going to make it threw this war I needed to make peace with at least the boys I was fightin' with, I didn't want to find myself on the business end of my companies guns, not to mention Tab was really cute.
"Hey Tab, sorry 'bout earlier, I was bein' a royal bitch, I just really wanted a gun……… well any who I got one courtesy of the SS." I smiled and held up my gun. "Now I just need to go ammo shopping."
"S'okay, Felton, I was just jumpy 'cause the signal was goin' go off at any minute, as for the gun, I'll see you get a nice shiny new one as soon as we get back to CP, our way of saying thanks, you did a good job Felton" He laughed.
"Oh don't get all mushy with me now Tab. So, are we good?"
"Yah, we're good, put her there!" and we shook hands.
"Well I gotta see if I can help out in anyway, see yah boys." I waved and ran over to Doc Roe.
"Hey Roe, what can I do?"
"Load the wounded onto stretchers, and put them on the jeeps."
I felt like singing at that moment, so I belted out some Lady Gaga, but not in her normal way of singing 'Paparazzi', my version was soulful, quiet in some parts and loud in others. Plus I thought it would do people some good to hear music, it calms people, especially those with 2nd degree burns on there bodies. I picked up a stretcher, and loaded it onto the Jeep, I saw somebody with some nasty burns on his shin, I took out my painkillers, and gave him 3, 'hey better for him to sleep through the pain than be awake through the pain'.
"What are these"? he asked
"Trust me, when they start pokin' around that chin, you'll be thankful I gave them to you, here." I said as I handed him some water to shallow the painkillers with, he was going to be asleep in about a half-an-hour. Then I sang some more gaga.
"Snap, snap to that shit on the radio, don't stop for anyone, we're plastic but we still have fun. 'Cause I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me papa, paparazzi"
I sat over on a hill, with Skip, and Malarkey, checking out my gun, and makin' sure it was clean, I made sure it didn't have any mud in the barrel, and cleaned the trigger. All while belting out more Gaga, I noticed that Winters was talking to some old guy, I remembered something important happened here, whenever the old guy showed up it was usually good new for the person he wanted to speak with, in this case Winters.
"Promise I'll be kind, but I won't stop until, that boy is mine, baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me, papa, paparazzi."
"Didn't know you sang Felton." Skip remarked.
"Skip I haven't even been here for a day, I'm sure there's a lot you still don't know about me, for instance Winters is about to be promoted to Major, and someone else is going to take over Easy." I said with a wink and a smile.
"Okay, I'll give you 5 minutes to make that true."
"Felton, kernel Sink wants to see you." Winters said, as he made his way, to gather his things and head to battalion C.P. Skip did a double take, and turned as white as a sheet.
"Good morning sir, how may I be of service?"
"The boys tell me you've decided to join the company; they say that you have as much chance as any other person of dying in this war."
"That's right sir death isn't sexist, I'm also a trained medic, you can never have too many of those in a company." Sink contemplated, and his brow furrowed, after what seemed like an eternity he finally spoke.
"Well then, there's only one thing left to say…….."
At that point I was bracing myself for the worst. 'Sorry hon you have to be a nurse', 'This war is much to dangerous for a woman, you'll be sent back to England, and brought back to the States where you belong; you can help the war effort there.'
"Welcome the Easy Company, Private."
"But sure I'm so qualified I want to stay here, I've killed at least 11 Germans today, and I patched up 3 men." I stammered out, without really hearing what he had said.
"Private, I said, your in the company you can stay, you've proved yourself worthy, and I'm sure your more than capable of being in the company." He replied slowly.
"What?" I said in total disbelief, my face the picture of shock.
"Felton you can stay."
"OH MY GOD! I can stay, seriously? That's so cool, that's amazing, oh you won't regret this , I'll take such good care of these boys they won't come home with a scratch on 'em." I wrapped Sink, in a huge bear hug, and engulfed him in my arms.
"Uh, private Felton". Sink looked at me flabbergasted.
"Huh, oh sorry Sir, thank-you very much." And I saluted him the proper way.
"Carry on, Private". He saluted me back, and then looked down at me and gave me a playful smile and a wink.
I turned around and as loud as I could I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"GUESS WHO'S STAYIN BOYS"! My yell was followed by whistles and applause.
"That's the way to do it, Felton", called out Luz, who was still clappin' his hands "Uhm, sorry for actin' the way I did, in the barn, I guess girls can fight".
"Luz that's the first thing, you said that was right about me the whole time I've been here, ha-ha your learnin' Luz".
"No hard feelin's."
"Naw." I said, and smacked him on the back of the head.
"C'mon Felton, I here you need a gun, let's go find you one."