Bree seriously can't imagine what these men would be after the war. She only got here for two days, but the horror she saw will give her nightmare for the rest of her life. It's like stuck in an ultra-real 4D experience of Dawn of the Dead. Gruesome deaths are daily sight. The men are coping by act it like "that kid got shot in the head and died in front of me, and now, the weather". But in actuality, they were deeply affected by the deaths. How can you forget your friends that have been on your side for two years and then saw them shredded to pieces in front of you? But they held their duty above all. There's determination in their eyes and movement. There's no "holy shit, what the hell am I doing here" whatsoever. They face Death together, in their youth. If anyone dies, he will do so surrounded by the very best friends he believes he will ever have.

In conclusion, these men, who most of them are in Bree's age (Winters is only 3 years older than her. There are some soldiers that are still teenagers, they don't even have chest hair yet) are brave beyond brave. Bree can finally understand Jane's passion on history. This act of bravery should not be forgotten.

Due to Allies' progress of the war, Bree cannot be transferred to Bastogne as Captain Winters originally planned. After a lengthy discussion with Colonel Sink ("You know any foreign language?" "I know German, Spanish and a little bit Italian, Sir." "Can you type fast?" "Yes, Sir. I don't even need autocorrect." "The hell is that?"), Bree was assigned as Captain Winters aide and translator. So here she is, stuck in the past, and find herself helping Captain Winters with translating stuff and other administration things. Is this the reason why she thrown back in time? Because Captain Richard Winters needs a translator and a secretary? Hilarious, life. Very funny.

"And it's called Administrative Assistant, Captain Winters. Not secretary." Bree says.

"Are people in the future always creating politically correct terms for all mundane things?"

"If these things are mundane, why don't you do it yourself, Sir?"

"Eh…no…I hate typing. Please help me?"

"Fine. I can't believe the purpose of this time travel is for me to become your personal Jarvis."

"My what?"

"Never mind"

However, Bree can't deny that she feels safe among Easy men. It's like she suddenly have dozens of big brothers she never had, in just one night. Overly protective brothers, sometimes. ("Of course we'll protect you, Bree. You're our lucky mascot." "Somehow I feel like being objectified"). She slept in a single cot in the Command Post and had a makeshift 'curtain' from tarpaulin for some privacy. It's a decent set up, all things considered. Luz gave her WAC uniforms for spare clothes and some "ladies stuff so you don't freak the guys when your monthly routine catches up. I got sisters. So I know how messy it is."

Today, Bree find herself in the CP, translating in an interrogation of German POW for Winters and Nixon. Winters usually pulls someone from the front line to take turn to be his runner or translator. Just few hours from the front line has proven to reduce the soldiers' stress level significantly. Actually, this time is Joe Liebgott's turn. But Captain Winters said that Joe was "getting too involved"

"I should know that Liebgott being Jewish will affect him when questioning the prisoners." Winters says.

"You sent a Jew to questioning a Nazi, Sir? That's…."

"Stupid...I know. The prisoner's lucky he still got complete set of fingers and toes. So…What did he say, Bree?"

Bree sighs "Well, Sir…There were a lot of German swear words….that must be farm animals involved. Well-hung farm animals, to be exact... Doing unspeakable things to people's moms, namely my mom, your mom, Captain Nixon's mom and also the President's mom. So in conclusion… too much motherfucking and the likes."

Nixon snorts "How polite and gentlemanly of him."

Bree eyed the prisoners with outmost disgust "No wonder Joe want to do all sadistic things to this Nazi. I can commiserate."

Winter sighs and then commands another soldier to take the prisoner back to his holding place. "So how's you holding up, Bree?"

"Well…Churchill once said if you're going through hell, keep going. So this is me…going…" she sigh "One step at a time."

"Dike still gives you troubles?" Nixon asks.

"Well…Not directly. He still speaks to me with his usual level of stupid. I think he talks bad about me behind my back to the boys. Even though I'm pretty sure the boys will never listen to him. I sometimes caught him smirking at me. And I really really hate that smirk. I want to hit his rich little behind repeatedly. With a barb-wired baseball bat…or a machine gun…or a grenade. I'm not picky."

Nixon chuckles "Don't we all."

"Why can't you get rid of him? His stupidity will cost lives!" Bree says, frustrated. She understands shit about military, but even she can tell that Dike is not capable to lead his own ass, let alone to lead a company that said to be the best company of the European Theatre.

"He got backups in high places." Nixon says.

Bree huffs "You know what this this situation called in my time? The incompetent leading the unwilling to do the unnecessary. I'm not saying that Easy is 'unwilling' and did the 'unnecessary'. I know they put their duties for our country above all, but…"

"I know what you mean, Bree." Winters cuts her, smiling softly. He pats her shoulder in such a fatherly manner, Bree's anger dissipate a little. "I understand. Don't worry…"

Suddenly, a single shot ring through the woods.

Nixon reflexively brings Bree to the ground and covers her body with his. He has developed this habit since the day they met. It's like he is Bree's personal body guard slash over protective big brother.

"Sniper?" Nixon asks Winters.

"I don't know. Stay low. Don't move." Winter says.

And then they hear someone shout "Oh Jesus! It's Hoob. He's shoot!"

Another voice shouts "Sniper?" Bree thinks it's Buck.

The first voice answers "No…no…he shot himself."

Bree can hear Nixon whispers from above her "Oh God…"

Gene sits by himself that night at chow time, picking his food.

"Can I sit here?" Bree says.

Gene only nods and continues picking his food.

"Are you okay?" Bree asks.

"Not really." Gene says weakly. "Why the hell Hobbler has to put the Luger on his pocket? On his pants pocket, Bree. Holsters are created for this sort of thing. For safety reason. So the pistol doesn't fired by itself. We lose a good shooter...for a silly mistake…." Gene closes his eyes and drops his face into his palm. "And because I was not fast enough finding his wound." He adds.

"Hey…don't be too hard to yourself. I heard when Sergeant Lipton report to Captain Winters and Nixon. It's dark and Hoobler's wearing too many layers of clothes. And the bullet unfortunately cut his leg main artery. There's nothing you can do."

"I know. But still…" he sighs heavily before he continues "You know…I don't know why the Army appointed me as a medic. I would choose to become a machine gunner, honestly. At least I could have a gun and kill the Krauts. You know…channel my frustration or something like that."

"You don't have a gun?" Bree asks in disbelieve.

"No. Combat medics don't carry a personal weapon."

"So you just…running around in battlefield under heavy fire…without a gun?"

"Well…According to the Geneva Convention, knowingly firing at a medic wearing clear insignia is a war crime."

"And you believe the Krauts will comply to that?" Bree scoffs.

"Some of them." Gene shrugged. "Like in Brecourt, I heard from Malark, the Krauts stop shooting at him because they think he's a medic. But when they're aware that Malark were groping the dead bodies because he's looking for a Luger, they're start firing at him again." Gene smiles fondly "What a crazy Mick."

Bree laughs "O my God. Really?"

Gene nods "Yes. The Krauts are slightly better that the Japs on this thing. From the rumors I've heard, the Japs clearly targeting the medics because if one medic down, there will be 10 soldiers that will die from their wounds. So I guess I'm somewhat lucky for not being sent to the Pacific Theater, right? Honestly, I wonder if all these shits are worth it." He laughs bitterly.

Even though Bree is not interested in history, she knows enough that Nazi and the Japanese Empire were equally brutal in this war. Holocaust, massacres and forced-labor that revealed after the war are the some proofs of their brutality. But she decided to keep this information to herself, because she's afraid if she said anything about the result of this war, it will change the future.

"Believe me, Gene, what you do right now, is important. Because this war, we called it World War Two in my time, is a reliably black and white conflict: good vs. evil as clear as day. We can't let the Axis win. You'll find out why later." Bree says carefully.

Gene smiles softly "I believe you, Bree."

"So…shall we talk about a lighter topic? Do you have a girlfriend, Gene?" Bree asks.

Gene's blush already tells the answer. "Um…yeah. I have."

"Booooyy…you betta tell Momma Bree the details!" Bree grin maniacally.

Gene's laugh for a full minute before he can answer "Ohh..God…It's been a while since I can laugh like that. Thanks Bree.. About the girl…well..I met this girl in Albourne, England. That's where Easy were stationed before D-Day, you see. She said her name is Maxine. She was assigned to work in a munitions factory. She wasn't very impressed with me at first, but I was persistent. And one day I followed her to her boarding house."

"Damn, Doc…You got it bad. That's romantic border line creepy though." Bree teases.

Gene chuckles "I guess so. But she's so strikingly beautiful, Bree. I was hopelessly falling in love with her. And George said that I should do it."

"And you followed his advice?" Bree asks incredulously.

Gene snorts "Ha…Good point. Although at that time it sounds reasonable. Anyway, when I knocked on the door, the woman who opened the door, apparently the landlady, said that there's no girl named Maxine in the house."

"You're kidding me."

"Nope. After I told the landlady about what Maxine looked like, she said 'oh..that's must be Vera.' So turns out it was popular for the British girls to not reveal their real names to the Yanks." Gene smiles. "Long story short, I convinced her that I was looking for a serious relationship, not just fooling around, and I…uh…courted her during my stay in Aldbourne. I met her family and I love them. I think they love me too."

"You're Eugene Roe. Easy's Medic extraordinaire. It's hard not to love you, Doc." Bree says sincerely.

"I hope so. We…planned to get married, you know. We've set the date. It's supposed to be June 6th last year."

"June 6th? Last year...so it's mean June 6th 1944? But that's…"

"D-Day. Yeah…She showed up in the church that day, while I was jumping into combat. None of us know the exact date of the invasion and I wasn't able to write to Vera when I found out."

"Oh…Gene…I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, Bree. We've been wrote letters to each other since then. Thankfully, she and her family understand my circumstances, and we decided to plan a new wedding date as soon as this war over."

"Well that's good, Gene."

"Yeah…I just hope the war in the Pacific will also coming to an end. Because there's a possibility we will be sent there to help the Marines. Honestly, I told her not to wait for me and she refused. But what if I die? She deserves to be happy, Bree."

"Well…waiting is a sign of true love and patience. Anyone can say 'I love you' but not everyone can wait and prove it's true. She's willing to wait for you. That is a sign of true love. So let's just hope for the best, shall we?" Bree smiles.

"I'll try. Oh…Do you want to see her picture?"

"Of course."

Gene then shows her a picture of him and a black haired girl with a beautiful smile. Bree frowns. The girl's face seems familiar. Especially the way she lifts the corner of her mouth when she smiles.

"This will sound weird, Gene. But when I first saw you, your face and mannerism…feels like familiar to me. I feel the same thing when I see this photo. Vera's smile reminds me to someone. But I can't remember who."

Gene frowns "Really? That's odd."

"I know, right? Well I guess that's another big question in my ever-expanding list of 'what-the-hell-is-happening'." She sighs tiredly.

The 'knitting circle' is having their regular 'discussion session' again. It means that George, Frank, Joe, Bill, Babe and Bree gather together to exchange stories of the day. A.k.a gossiping.

"Dike gave some bullshit command again. You cannot imagine the immensity of the fuck I do not give to that dumbass." George grumbles. "There were various levels of 'are you shitting me' faces during that briefing. The most prominent one is Bill's and Foley's."

"You can't blame me. Man, that guy is a freak love child of a donkey and a chicken. But on the good side, Peacock was sent home for a 30-days furlough. At lease it lessens the dumb level in this company." Bill says.

"You have to thank Captain Nixon for that." Bree says "It's supposed to be his ticket home. But he gave it to Peacock because Captain Nixon said, may I quote, 'I've seen the states, I grew up there. That's why I came to Europe. Just wish they've told me there was a war on.'"

The boys snicker at that. Babe says "God bless Captain Nixon. And to think he's willing to freeze his ass off with us while he could stay at home, since his family is very rich."

"Really?" Bree asks.

"How do you think that place called Nixon in New Jersey got its name?" Joe says. "It's because Captain Nixon's grandfather build a chemical company there. And Captain Nixon is the only heir."

"Wow...he's that loaded?"

"I'm gonna assume that 'loaded' is a modern term of very rich, so…yeah…he's loaded. Old money, they said."

"He's married, Bree. Do not seduce him, okay." George winks at her.

Bree slaps the back of his head as per custom. "Eff you, George. He's like my brother."

"Argh…Jeeesus…I use this head for thinking, woman! Rude much?!"

"Because when someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles to frown but it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and bitchslap the mother fucker in the head. I'm just being efficient." Bree reasons.

"Hear...hear" the boys nod their agreement.

George mumbles something that sounds like "this is conspiracy"

"Anywhooo…..Do you have a boyfriend, Bree?" Babe asks.

"Not at the moment." Bree sighs as she remembers the handsome Doctor Mercier.

"Aaaahhh….I know that look. You fancying someone, don't you?" Bill says eagerly.

Bree can fell she's blushing "Um…kinda. He's a doctor. We met twice at the hospital, thanks to my clumsiness." Bree points her bandaged wrist. It's not hurting anymore. Gene said that the bandage can be removed in two days.

"Let me give you some advice in romance department, kid." Bill says.

"Kid?" Bree snorts, very un-ladylike. "You only one year older than me."

"I'm more experienced in these things!" Bill snaps.

"Give him a break, Bree. He really is a love expert." George says. "You see…Bill was the epitome of Playboy. His sexcapades is legendary. He only taught with one head and it was not on his shoulder. He's properly disgusting. You've a right to cringe in his general direction. But Bill just recently got enlightenment after a couple of days of pissing-needles that he acquired after he visited a joint called Lulu's. He finally understood that feelings are best communicated through words and not dick semaphore."

Buck has to shout at them so they stop laughing while Bill tries to beat George with his helmet.

"Oh God" Bree says as her laugh subsided "You never seize to amaze me George."

"Well…Thank you, Milady. I'm hilarious."

Bill grunts "Pah! Your humor is an acquired taste."

"No, your face is an acquired taste." George says.

Buck has to slaps their head and threatens them with bodily harm so that they stop laughing.

Ah…this discussion session is good for reducing the stress level as usual.

"Morning, Sullivan."

"Good morning, Colonel Sink. What can I do for you?"

"I heard from Captain Nixon that you're working in a Public Relation office in you time? What did you do?"

"That's true, Sir. Mainly I'm handling celebrities. Covering for their stupid action or push them to the right spotlight. Stuffs like that."

"So you familiar with the psychology of the masses or some sort? How to steer people's opinion?"

"I do, Sir."

"I want you to analyze this"

"What is it, Sir?"

"Those leaflets were sent to our line. They are German propaganda. I want you to analyze those. It's been compiled based on chronology, since Christmas Eve up until now. Find out why they wrote those. Read between the lines. Can you do that?"

"But I thought you have a whole division to analyze this, Sir."

"I want your modern perspective. And OWI, that's Office of War Information, have shit managements and right now mostly concern to deliver propaganda at home. You know…to raise war bonds."

"Oh…so that's why there's camera men here? To make a documentary to show at home?"

"Yes…and while we're at it, tell the boys to smile for the camera. Got to keep the morale up for them folks back home."

"Why? It's our soldiers that need morale booster."

"I'll give you my answer I gave to Captain Winters just now. 'Dammned if I know.' This is why I told you OWI is shit."

"The Army and their ways."

"I agree on you this once."

"Okay, Colonel. I'll do my best to analyze this. I'll give you my report as soon as possible."

"Good. I guess we've found one purpose of your time travel then."

"I think so, Colonel."

"Bree, I want you to look at these."

"What is it, Captain Winters?"

"Another Nazi propaganda leaflets. Fired at us just now via rifle grenade."

There are two leaflets. They're titled 'The Inevitable Faith of Democracy' and 'Come and See for Yourselves!'

The first leaflet explains that 'Germany is fighting as a single united force against the destroying the element of world democracy… BOLSHEVISM' and the danger the 'Anglo-America' will face if the Russian Army 'gain the supremacy of BOLSHEVISM'

The second leaflet asks for General Eisenhower to come inside the German lines and 'see for yourselves what your Bolshevik allies are like'.

"They're losing and they're desperate." Bree concludes. "You see…In December, their propaganda mostly aimed to demoralize our soldiers. Like this one, for example." Bree shows the Captain another leaflet with picture of a family during Christmas dinner. "They want our soldier to be homesick and lose hope. But this new leaflets…Can I conclude that the Russians were successful in beating the German in the Eastern front?"

"Yes…you're right." The Captain nods.

"The Russians are pressing them and they want us to help them. A complete horse shit, I might say. This leaflet.." Bree points the second leaflet "says that the Bolshevik atrocities in Hungary were so bestial. Well….you'll find out that the Nazi has done a lot more evil than that."

"So the rumors about what they did to the Jews are true?" Winters asks.

"Not just to the Jews, Sir. But to all the minorities that not qualify Nazi's perfect-race qualification. The Gypsies, Poles, people with disabilities. What the Nazi did…do…is evil. Evil beyond belief. My sister studied this. She rehearsed her presentation to me. I've seen pictures, evidence of their brutality."

"I'm not saying I do not believe you, Bree…But…honestly...I can't imagine…"

"I understand, Sir. The German citizens themselves don't believe it at the beginning. You'll believe it when you see it. Just…prepare yourself."

"Will do, Bree." Winters says solemnly. "Make a report about your analysis and sent it to Colonel Sink."

"Yes, Sir. On the positive side..." Bree says, grinning. "You guys can use those leaflets as toilet papers. You know…Recycle. Go green. Save the trees. Be a hipster."

"What's a hipster? But…yes. What a great idea!" Winters beams "Last time I use proper toilet paper was months ago."

"Argh….TMI, Cap! Too Much Information!"

Someone said that wars are like the sea; unpredictable and unforgiving, and before you know it, everyone's is drowning.

Bree is an observer. She can see the dynamic in Easy Company in just a few days she's with them. Bree can see that because Dike is doing shit in leading the Company, it's Lipton as Easy's 1st Sergeant and the resident clown George Luz that keep the men's heads above in the wave of war.

Bill once told her that there's no Toccoa men left in the Officer level. The remaining enlisted Toccoa men were struggling to filter the retardation that come from their CO and dumbass junior officers. And also there's replacement soldiers, that Easy like to call them babies. Their hurry-up training didn't forge them hard enough (mentally and physically) to face near-constant pressures from the Krauts.

Buck's the only officer with combat experience and good leadership skill. The other officers are replacements so their experience is little to none, thanks to the speed up training. But Buck is getting tenser every day. He's like a spring that coiled so tight and will sprung out of control on the slightest touch. Understandable, because he's the de facto leader of Easy since Dike is a dumbass troglodyte.

Lipton tries to ease some of Buck's weight by constantly makes rounds to ease the men's stress level. Helping dig foxholes, assuring that they're gonna be okay and frequently seen listening to the men's venting their frustration. Luz, crazy permanent-rainbow-person that he is, jumps from foxholes to foxholes to telling jokes, mainly about Dike. He also shares cigarettes and other stuffs that, in this situation, are more valuable than money ("I cleaned up the Officer Supply Office" "You mean steal from the Officer Supply Office" "Semantics"). Both Lipton and George are understood that this stressful situation will only inflict fear amongst the men. And fear is poison. It's contagious. So they do everything they can to taking care Easy.

"Afternoon Gents and Bree…" George says one day. "And midget." He greets Frank. Frank throws a rock at him that he dodged expertly. "I come bearing gifts." He lifts a box full of cigarettes, medical supplies and chocolates.

"Aaah…Hershey Bars! Marry me, Georgioooo" Joe beams and makes grabby-hands at George.

"You're not my type" George says flatly and starts to throw the content of his box to his friends.

"Because I'm a male? Or a Jew?" Joe asks, grinning and starts posing like those French ladies complete with kissy face. The other men make gagging sounds.

"Idiot." George deadpans

"Eh…Fair point" Joe shrugs nonchalantly and snatches a box of cigs and a chocolate bar right from the box.

"Dear God, you are such a guy." Bree rolls her eyes.

"Thank you" Joe grins.

"I'm pretty sure that's not a compliment, you blockhead." George growls. "And share that chocolate with the others, will ya. I don't have many."

"No I won't share! Chocolate makes me happy." Joe says childishly although he's the oldest of the guys.

It's Gene turn to rolls his eyes "It's not chocolate that makes you happy, idiot. Chocolate promotes the production of dopamine. The happy hormone. It doesn't itself contain dopamine."

Bill scoffs "Doc…I thought you know that one shall not talk words with more than two syllables to Joe. His brain cells can't process too much complexity."

Joe snaps "I'm here, you assholes. And I'm smart. I read things."

George sighs dramatically "Alas, it's against my religious belief to assume you're smart. And who are you kidding. You only read Dick Tracy and Flash Gordon."

Joe mutters "Dickheads" and then proceeds to eat his chocolate with gusto.

George chuckles at the sight "You see, Bree… Joe here has only two emotions: hungry and horny. If you see him without an erection, throw him some chocolate."

Joe flips him off.

"So George…you hear any news about our next plan to attack Foy?" Bill asks.

"It'll be anytime soon, I believe. How's your recon this morning, Joe?" George says

Joe swallows a big bite of chocolate before answer "All buildings in that village are full with Krauts to the ceiling. Try to locate all the 88s and the other big stuffs but they concealed it pretty well. But Shifty spotted one 88 that was camouflaged as a tree though. Can you imagine that? He simply look at the forest and notified Lipton that there's a tree that wasn't there the day before. I mean…we just really lucky we got Shifty on our side."

"What happened next?" Bree asks.

"Lipton requested an artillery attack. One 88 down." Joe says.

"But still there are a lot of them on the village. We'll meet a lot of surprises, I can guarantee that." George says glumly.

Malark mumbles "Great. And Dike will lead us. Dammit…Can I accidentally throw a grenade into his general direction?"

"I'll be in his general direction, you idiot. I'm his radio man." George snaps. "Who's gonna bring you Titters Magazine if I'm dead."

"What's Titters Magazine?" Bree asks.

"Contraband." The boys answer in unison and then laugh together as if it's an internal joke. Bree hears Joe says "God…I missed Sobel and his antics."

"Boys…" Lipton arrives and immediately sat beside Bree "Why I'm hearing about grenade, Lieutenant Dike and Titters Magazine in one conversation? And how are you doing, Bree? Corrupted enough by this band of misfits?" he smiles.

"I don't like the insinuation, Lip." George mocks offended. "I'm just spreading love, you see."

"And he's singing 'praises' about Dike." Malark says.

"Excuse you. You're the one that have plan to throw a grenade at him. Not me." George says.

"But yesterday I heard you try to bribe Shifty with cigarettes to 'accidentally' shot that idiot when said idiot gave another bullshit patrol command." Malark retorts.

George grins shamelessly "Eh…desperate times call for desperate measures"

Lipton chuckles "You crazy idiots. I told you before, and I'm gonna tell you again. We all do our jobs, everything'll be fine. We're the toughest, most professional, most dedicated sons of bitches in the entire ETO."

"I know that, Lip." Bill says "I trust you. I trust our Toccoa men. But I don't trust Dike. I just wish Captain Winters still our Commander. I would follow him into hell. With him, I knew everything was absolutely under control."

"I know, Bill. But Captain Winters is now the battalion Executive Officer. He got four companies under him. Look…We're gonna be alright. We still got Buck Compton. I assure you, Captain Winters won't just sit and do nothing. And I hope you guys don't talk too much about Dike's idiocy to the other, especially to the replacements. They're already scared enough."

George huffs dramatically and rolls his eyes "Ok, dad… I get the friggin' point. Jeez. Spread the gospel of Dike's stupidity in front our babies equals not good. Got it. But will I listen...? Hell no." he winks.

Lipton snorts and slaps him on his head "Wiseass."

Easy move again to their old position in the woods overlooking Foy. Bree can see that the tension is getting thicker. The trees around them were burst everywhere; the sign that the Germans had been shelling their old position. Apparently the shelling were so intense, the 1st Battalion that defend the position before them didn't spend much time above the ground. Fecal matters in the foxholes are the evidence. They immediately reinforced their foxholes with branches. As usual, Lipton makes rounds helping other by bringing branches. Bree keeps close with Captain Winters and Nixon in a foxhole that serves as Command Post.

"Stay here, Bree. We're very close to the line." Nixon says.

"I understand, Sir. But…is that…Lieutenant Dike? Why he walked away from the front line?"

"Jesus! I can't believe this! What the hell he's doing here?! He supposed to be with Easy at the outpost." Nixon hissed angrily and starts to walk toward him, surely to reprimands said irresponsible officer.

Bree can't hear anything form her position, but she can see that Nixon says strong words to Dike and then Dike walks back sulkily to the front while Nixon walks back towards her.

But then someone shouts "INCOMING! TAKE COVER!"

In what she feels like a slow motion, Nixon runs towards her, jumps to their foxhole and immediately covers her with his body.

There's nothing they could do when the Krauts decided to showering them with artillery. They could only make themselves as small as possible in their foxholes and pray for the best.

And this barrage is different.

It's so intense.

It's the ultimate display of Nazi's firepower.

Bree feels extremely terrified; her panic attack comes in full force. She's wheezing and crying. She barely hears Nixon shouts above the exploding sounds around them.

"Stay with me, Bree. Please…Breathe. Come on…Follow my breathing, Bree. One..two…come on. Don't give up. It's gonna be okay. I got you."

And just like that, the barrage stops. Bree starts to breathe again, but it still comes in short.

Shouts are heard from every corner of the forest.

"Stay in your foxhole!"

"Stay down!"

"Medic!"

"Help!"

"I gotta get up! I gotta get up! I gotta get my helmet!"

"I got you, buddy!"

"Hang on!"

"INCOMING!"

The second barrage even more intense than the first.

Bree starts to hyperventilate again. Nixon starts to tremble too but he still shouts encouragement to Bree. "It's okay. It's gonna be okay. Stay strong, Bree. It's gonna be over soon. Come on. Breathe. Think about your sister. Think about that handsome doctor of yours. You'll survive this. You will meet them again."

After what feels like thousands of years, the barrage is finally stopped. The silence that follows even feels eerier than the shouts after the first barrage.

And the silence is broken by the ragged voice of Buck Compton shouts "Me…medic!"

A/N: Hi guys...thank you for the review and follows. Sorry for not update this story as soon as I want to. Work and life have been crazy lately. Please bear with me if you find mistakes since this story is not beta-ed. So please read, poke me if you find some mistakes and don't forget to leave your review. I really want to know your opinion. Cheers ^_^