First I would like to say that I hope all my East Coast readers (If I have any) have fared well this past week, what with Sandy and now this Nor'easter. Bundle up and stay warm! Just wear layers and do some old-fashioned notebook writing! That's my favorite no-power activity haha. (We lose power a lot at my house. I've got my no-power activities down! hahaha)

Anywho, remember the guy I totally have the hots for? Well I found out last Friday that he coaches football for a rival team of my high school team. AND, if both his team and my team win their playoff games tomorrow, they play each other next week! So fingers crossed, because I totally want to text him and bet him a beer that my team wins!

Also you all can thank SparkELee for this chapter being out 40 minutes ahead of my usual publish time. Her pressuring Tweets motivated me to sit down and just edit this thing and publish it early! YAY for peer press-er, motivation!

And with that said, on with the chapter...

Chapter Seventeen

Dearest Lew,

I'm so sorry but it looks like I won't be able to come to Aldbourne and see you and the rest of Easy Company. Marco has insisted that I stay here and do my duty. I tried compromising with him but he just grew suspicious so I dropped it.

I had really hoped I would be seeing you sometime soon. Even just knowing I would be seeing you would make me feel better. This whole, not knowing when is rough, especially now that you've been here and gone. I feel like everything here now reminds me of you. Even my pillows still smell like you. Part of me wants to wash them so I stop wallowing, but the other part of me feels close to you when those pillows are near.

How is Adam treating you? I've been a good girl and never let it slip that you had visited, so I'm hoping he didn't catch wind of it at all. Of course, knowing Adam as well as I do, I'm sure if he'd heard, you would probably be half dead by now. I hope this hasn't happened so please respond to my letter quickly so I know you are alright.

Yours,

Meg

Meg,

Although I'm equally sad we don't know when we'll see each other again, it's probably best you didn't get leave to come to Aldbourne because we aren't there. We've been moved to Uppottery so you would be visiting Adam in Aldbourne alone. If he's even still there; he mentioned something about an upcoming assignment.

And no, he hasn't caught wind of my visit. If he has, he hasn't said anything so if we follow your logic we can make the assumption he doesn't know.

I think you would like Uppottery, although the accommodations are somewhat lacking. They've run out of space so we've had to pitch tents to sleep in. I know, I know, you've probably had to reside in much worse on some of your missions but remember, I'm a spoiled society boy from New Jersey. I'm not used to sleeping in tents on a daily basis.

I miss you. I felt it only right to slip that in at some point. It seems like so long since London. So long, but at the same time I feel like it was yesterday. Promise to let me know as soon as you can get away from your duties. I hope we can see each other before the inevitable moment when we're both thrust into this war but I think time is growing too short to be that hopeful.

For now, I'll just tell you to stay sharp and be safe.

Lew

Meg,

I don't know if you've heard, but the paratroopers have all shipped out of Aldbourne. They left a week or so ago. I'm not sure if you're still exchanging correspondence with any of the men in Easy but I thought I'd let you know just in case.

Marco mentioned you wanted to take a break and come back to Aldbourne to see me. I'm sorry he wouldn't let you, but it's probably for the better since I'll be shipping out soon myself. I've been sent word that I'm to report to an undisclosed location within the next few days. So far the information on this assignment has been very vague so this is the most I'm able to give you. Hopefully I'll be able to fill you in on more after I find out about it.

I wish we could be back together again, like we were after graduating from the Academy. Hopefully sometime soon Marco will decide to put us back together in the field.

I miss you Meg. I know we're both adults and having our own adventures, but I feel like I've barely seen you in the past two years. When this war is over, promise me we'll go somewhere and spend time getting to know each other again. I'm still your big brother but I'm not even sure your favorite color is the same as it was before everything that's happened in the last couple years.

Adam

Adam,

Darling brother, I must admit your letter brought tears to my eyes. Now I'm certainly cursing Marco for refusing my pass. I agree that it seems like forever since we were able to spend long amounts of time together. I don't even count our time at Aldbourne; we were both so busy with other things.

Where do you want to go after the war? My only preference is someplace warm; and definitely someplace that we haven't visited in the last few years for missions. After all the work we've both put in, there's no way Marco can deny us this request. If he does, I'll simply put all my cards on the table and convince him otherwise.

All joking aside, I really do miss you as much as you miss me. I cherish those brief moments at Aldbourne because they remind me I'm not alone in all of this. You and I, Adam and Meg, together until the end of time. Remember when we used to say that to each other in training at the Academy? Before you grew up and got too cool to hang out with your little sister. I'm glad we're back to how close we were back then.

And my favorite color is still green.

Meg

4 June, 1944

France was hotter in June than Meg expected. Suddenly she was wishing she had worn a different, cooler dress.

She was currently in the back of a horse drawn wagon, hitchhiking to the outskirts of Normandy, to a town called Culoville. Of course this part of her mission was completely against her wishes. In just a few days the Allied armies would be storming the beaches of Normandy, arriving by sea or by air. Meg's orders required her to be there, since she had helped plan the entire invasion. Her job would be to stay until Culoville and the surrounding towns had been taken by the Allied forces. It was her duty to report the successes back to Montgomery, as well as the IIA, when it was completed.

There was just one problem: how to get her there. She hadn't earned her jump wings with the paratroopers and while she liked to boost her ego and think she could do it, the men in charge insisted otherwise. They also didn't want to put her on a Navy ship full of soldiers, feeling a woman might distract them from the mission at hand.

Lew was thankful for that when she mentioned it in her letter. Adam was as well, and Meg didn't know which man's opinion on the matter annoyed her more.

If everything went according to plan, the military forces would be storming Normandy that night. Meg's orders were to travel to Culoville and make sure to arrive before any of the men did. Then she would stay there and help until she was needed elsewhere.

The last couple months had been hectic for Meg. So hectic that this small amount of time in the back of the wagon was relaxing to her. In fact, she was even looking forward to a few peaceful hours of sleep between now and the impending invasion. However, she knew that was being too hopeful; her nerves were going haywire at what was about to come in the next few hours and sleep would most definitely not come easily.

Her days in London had been long, Montgomery forcing her to put in over 80 hours each week. When she wasn't staring at maps and discussing invasion tactics with the British officers, she was writing detailed letters to Marco so the IIA stayed up to date on the plans. When all of that was mixed together with her restless, sometimes sleepless nights, it made for an exhausted Megan Myeroff.

Her horrible sleeping habits weren't a new development, but she knew just what was to blame for them becoming worse. Ever since Lewis Nixon had spent two nights beside her in her lovely bed, it didn't seem the same sleeping in it alone. Meg rarely had a sound night's sleep anyway, what with her nightmares and unability to clear her mind. Throwing this whole missing Lew thing into the mix was making it absolutely dreadful.

Two weeks ago, just when Meg was beginning to seriously debate sending Marco a resignation letter, Montgomery had announced that the final plans had been completed. Meg should have been pleased with this anouncement, knowing it meant she could go back to the IIA. However dread at what would come for her next filled her thoughts instead, completely depleting any hours of sleep she had hoped to sneak in.

Her two weeks at Base had flown by as she prepared, both mentally and physically, for the role she would play in the invasion. It would be a small role, simply observing everything and reporting back to the men in charge, but she knew it was an important role so she wasn't too dishearted.

Out of instinct she glanced up at the dark sky, wondering when the planes would start flying over. She thought of her boys, all stuffed inside those planes, preparing for what was about to take place. Her mind wandered to George, Dick, Harry, Muck, Bill, Joe...she was trying not to think of Lew.

Subconsciously she fingered the small dart board around her neck, willing her mind to think of anyone but him. She hadn't seen Lew since the train station back in March and it was eating away at her. They had kept up correspondence via letters but it had still been over three months since she had seen his face. Touched his skin. Kissed his lips...

Shaking her head to rid herself of these thoughts, she turned to thoughts of the other man in her life. Adam hadn't been in contact since two weeks prior. Meg didn't know where he was but she hoped he was alright. She knew Marco would contact her if it was otherwise but it could be weeks before even he knew.

"Mademoiselle," the driver said, making her realize the carriage had stopped.

"Oh, merci beaucoup," she said as she hopped down, pulling her small bag with her. After the driver was down the road and out of sight, Meg turned and shuffled off the road in the opposite direction of the town.

When it got captured in a few hours she did not want to be inside.

Despite her beliefs, it was nearly 24 hours before she started to hear gunfire. It was another hour or two after that before it was close enough to be coming from Culoville. Pushing aside her wonderings on why it had taken so long, she quickly made sure she had everything together, pulling her pistol out of its holster as she crouched down and prepared to head toward the town.

It was at that moment that Meg realized she hadn't planned everything as well as she could have. In order to get into the town, she would have to walk out of the woods with no warning. The odds of a trigger happy sergeant or nervous private taking a shot at her were ridiculously high.

So she stayed put, listening until the gunshots began to scatter, dying down.

Cocking her own gun so it was ready if need be, she stood from the bushes and made her way into town, trying everything she could to make sure she looked innocent. She was glad she was wearing a dress. At least they'd know she was a woman and hopefully that would keep someone from shooting her on sight. All she needed was a few seconds to announce that she was on their side and all would be good.

Walking into the town, she kept her eyes peeled, looking for any familiar face to ensure she was safe from harm. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest but she tried to ignore it, focusing on everything around her. It had been a while, so she knew she was off her game, but she had to be alert to everything if she wanted to make it inside.

"Stop!" a voice cried suddenly and she turned, throwing her arms up in surrender, dropping her gun so it wouldn't be visible.

"Don't shoot, I'm with you," she said quickly and the private hesitated. Meg took that as her sign to continue. "I'm Agent Megan Myeroff. Were you stationed at Aldbourne? I was stationed there back in November but I mostly stuck to Easy Company. What Company are you in?"

"Able ma'am," he said, lowering his gun. "I remember you. You're the one who Sink called in to spy at the pub." Meg sighed in relief as she bent over to retrieve her pistol.

"Do you happen to know if Colonel Sink is here? Or General Taylor?"

The private nodded, turning and leading her to the town. Meg put her gun away before hurrying after him.

As they wove through the town, she glanced around frantically, searching for any familiar faces. She just needed to see one man from Easy Company and she knew her mind would be put at ease. Just one man to tell her at least a part of the company was safe.

The private led her over to a group of men, all huddled together as they looked over a map on the table. At their approach, a few of the men glanced up, alerting the rest of the group to their presence.

"You made it," a familiar voice said and Meg turned to find Colonel Sink looking at her with something akin to awe. She nodded, motioning to him.

"I see you did too," she said with a smile. "Just a little late."

"Better late than never," Sink replied before turning back to the group of officers with him. "Gentlemen let me refresh your memories and introduce you all to Agent Meg Myeroff. If you'll remember, she was stationed with us at Aldbourne for a while. How long do you plan to stick around this time ma'am?"

"Just until the surrounding towns have been taken. I'm to return to England and report directly to Montgomery when that happens. They didn't know if they could trust the radios so my report is old-fashioned backup."

"Alright," Sink said before dismissing the other men. "Why don't we find you some place where you won't be in anybody's way."

"But sir, I'd like to help," Meg pleaded and Sink cut her off with a sharp look.

"Help with what? Sorry ma'am, but there's not a lot to do right now, and especially nothing in the espionage category. It's better for us if you just stay out of our way and I'll keep you informed to what's going on in the other towns."

Meg sighed in frustration as he walked away, childishly crossing her arms. Of all the men here, she expected Colonel Sink to have more appreciation for what she was capable of doing. If he didn't trust her for help, it was obvious that none of the other men would either.

A member of Sink's staff led Meg over to a tent, away from everything where she could obviously be kept out of the way. She was left there, with nothing but a stool to sit on and a view of everything going on around her.

"Miss Myeroff," a voice said roughly ten minutes later and Meg turned to find a radioman running toward her, his arm holding the receiver out. Thanking him, she took it and put it up to her ear.

"Yes?" she asked, her voice slipping to its formal tone.

"We need you to come back to Base," Adam's voice said and Meg felt relief wash through her that he was safe. But her happiness at finding he was alive could wait.

"Alright, when?" she asked.

"Immediately."

"But my orders were to wait until the towns had been taken, then to report to Montgomery in London," she said, confused. The IIA knew about these orders, why were they trying to change them?

"Yes we know, but Marco wants you to report to the IIA first. He's spoken with Montgomery and he's agreed. Am I correct in thinking injured men are already being shipping back here?"

"Uh..." Meg trailed off as she looked around for anyone who could give her confirmation. "I believe so." She was still confused as to why this was all changing. What was going on? Just like Sink, this move frustrated her. It was becoming painfully obvious that people were doubting her abilities. Hell, hand her a good weapon and she could be out there fighting with the paratroopers. Marco knew this, so the fact that he was trying to change her orders frustrated her more than Sink.

"Good, get on the first ship you can. And bring with you everything you can find out about the outcome of all this. We won't move forward with any of our plans until we look over what you've learned so far."

"Alright," Meg said before a realization hit her. "Adam?" she said quickly, hoping he hadn't cut off.

"Yeah?" he asked and she could tell from his tone that he knew she was going to ask a favor.

"Easy hasn't shown up yet..." she began and she heard him sigh.

"Meg you know Marco wouldn't approve..." Adam started before sighing again. "Alright, but as soon as they do, you're on a ship out of there. We can't hold up every operation so you can catch up with the lads."

"Thank you Adam," Meg said before handing the receiver back to the radioman.

"I hear you're heading out," Colonel Sink said, coming up to stand in front of her as the radioman disappeared. "I spoke to your brother before you did," he explained at her confused look. "I just spoke to Sergeant Meadows, the Able Company medic, and he'll take you with him when he starts taking the injured down to the ships."

"There's actually been a change in plans sir," Meg said. "I'm staying put until Easy shows up. Then I'll be on my way."

"And what exactly do you suggest you do while you're here waiting for Easy?" Sink asked and Meg was surprised to see his face looked slightly frustrated. "We don't have the resources to keep you around while you wait. We have injured coming in and out and I'm sure the tanks will be rolling in soon. You can't just sit here on your ass...excuse my language...and take up space while you wait for the men to show up."

Which is how Meg found herself wrapping a soldier's head wound two hours later. She had found work for herself helping the medics treat the wounded before sending them off.

Meg had seen her fair share of injuries before. She had even had to sew up a few of her team members in the field when the moment called for it. However, on June 6 Meg saw more bullet holes, head wounds, and mangled flesh than she had ever seen previously. Most things these men would experience would never compare to what she had witnessed in her 23 years of life but at that moment, as she padded a gash on this soldier's head and wrapped gauze around it, she realized there were some things more horrific she had yet to experience.

"Meg!" the medic she had learned was named Paul Meadows was rushing her way. "We got another group of wounded coming in. When you're finished up there I need you to go around and check on them all. We're gonna just start doing what we can but if you see something serious, call one of us over."

"Yes sir," Meg responded in full team member mode. Rushing through the building they were using as a temporary hospital, she began looking over each man laying on the floor or standing up against a wall. Then her eyes widened as she realized the trail of men continued outside.

Three hours in, Meg felt like she was covered in blood. Her pale blue dress was red down the front and both of her hands felt slippery.

"Help me," a strangled voice choked out and Meg paused, turning to search for the source. Looking to her left, she saw a wounded soldier lying on the ground, blood pouring from a wound in his stomach. Meg had to hold back a gag when she saw some of his intestines were hanging out.

"Let me see if I can find a medic," she trailed slowly, looking around. All of the medics were busy helping other wounded and none of them were nearby for her to call to.

"Please," the soldier pleaded, his voice choppy from crying. "Please help me."

Sighing, Meg settled down on the floor beside him, taking hold of his hand.

"It's going to be alright," she said, reaching up to take his helmet off his head.

He had to be younger than 20. His blonde hair was covered in dirt, as was his face, but she could tell he was young. Not knowing what else to do, she began to run the fingers of her other hand through his hair, trying her best to comfort him in any way she could. This soldier could very easily be Lew, or Harry, or George, or any of the other men from Easy. The thought hit her hard in the chest and she tried to push it from her mind as she focused on the soldier before her.

"I don't want to die," he whispered, tears flowing down his cheeks.

"You're not going to die," she found herself saying. Immediately, she felt a pang of guilt. She couldn't tell him that. Especially after seeing how serious his wound was. Still, seeing him lying there, terrified of death, she knew she couldn't say anything else.

"Promise?" he asked, his head turning so he could look her in the eyes. Seeing the fear there, she paused, nodding when she found she couldn't speak.

"What's your name private?" she asked a few seconds later.

"Thomas Jones," he said and she forced a smile, wiping a smudge of dirt off his cheek.

"I'm Meg Myeroff," she told him.

"I'm scared," he said suddenly and she nodded in understanding, moving her hand back to continue stroking his hair.

"I know sweetheart, I know," she said, not knowing what else to say.

"Meg!" he suddenly cried, reaching out to clutch her hand with both of his. Panic coursed through her body as she gripped back tighter.

"You're alright Thomas," she lied, trying not to look down at his injury. She knew the sight of it would send her into a round of her own hysterics and right now she needed to be calm. She needed to comfort this soldier.

"Meg I'm so scared. I don't wanna die," he began to repeat, shaking his head back and forth as he looked up at the ceiling.

"It's alright darling," she told him, suddenly wishing she was anywhere but here. Is this how it would have been if she had been with Christian when he died?

No, don't think about that now, she told herself, putting all her focus on the dying private.

"Meg," he said again, his voice now calmer, and she looked up just in time to see his face relax slowly.

It was at that very moment that she realized her cheeks were damp and her nose was slightly stuffy. Choking back tears, she released his hand, reaching over to lay her hand across his eyes as her other hand quickly wiped away her tears.

"Miss Myeroff?" a voice asked and she turned to see a medic standing there, looking unsure.

"He's dead," she said somewhat coldly, her face becoming a mask to her emotion. Inside she was bursting, falling apart piece by piece, but on the outside she remained cool and collected, save for the tears on her cheeks.

Standing straight, she rubbed the back of her hand across her forehead, not caring if it left a trail of blood. As a man came over to lay a blanket on top of the dead private, Meg turned away, feeling too weak to look. Instead she turned her head to the left.

And saw Lew.

They noticed each other at the same time, both pausing in their actions, him with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. Meg was quick to spot that he looked just as exhausted as she did, his face and uniform covered in dirt. He had obviously been fumbling with his lighter but opon spotting her his hands had frozen.

Not caring who they were or where they were, she started for him, weaving her way through the living and dead bodies scattered everywhere. When the obstacles were out of her way she broke into a run, not stopping as she catapulted herself into his arms.

He dropped the unlit lighter and caught her around the waist and shoulders, squeezing her tightly to him. They both stood there, hugging each other for what felt like ages. Meg buried her face in his shoulder, her heart falling somewhat when she realized he didn't smell like Lew. Instead he smelled like gunpowder, dirt, and the annoying mechanical smell of gasoline.

"Are you alright?" she finally spoke, pulling away and holding his face in both her hands, hardly believing he was real.

"I'm fine. Are you alright?" he stressed, turning the question on her.

"Yes, now that I know you're safe," she said with a smile. "I was so worried. Then when none of Easy was showing up I feared the worst and-"

Lew cut her off with a furious look.

"Where's your helmet?" he demanded, causing her to reach up to her head on impulse. Then she remembered she never had a helmet in the first place.

"What do I need a helmet for?" she asked him, confused as to why he seemed to assume she should have one. She had never worn one on missions before.

"Jesus Christ Meg," Lew said under his breath before glancing around to the people walking past them. "Can someone get this girl a helmet?" he shouted, sending a few people scurrying off in search of one.

"Really Lew, I'm perfectly fine withou-" but he cut her off again, this time with a quick kiss.

"I have to go find Dick and the rest of Easy," he said and she nodded. "Will you be here?"

"No," she said, feeling her heart fall. "They need me back at Base. I was supposed to leave hours ago but I told them I wasn't going until I had seen Easy."

"Good," Lew said and she looked at him with a frown. "You'll be safe back in England."

"Lew," Meg started but he cut her off again, this time with words.

"I know, I know, you're a big girl and you're an agent. Aren't I allowed to worry about you at all?" he finished with his signature grin. The smirk was such a sight for sore eyes that Meg smiled as she pulled him closer for another hug. Despite the unfamiliarity of his smell, it was still her Lew she was hugging. It still brought her much-needed comfort.

"Now all I'm going to do is worry about you," she whispered into his ear before they pulled away.

"Nixon," a voice said and the two of them pulled apart, turning as Lew saluted the Colonel. In the presence of the superior officer, Meg suddenly felt a pit in her stomach. They had both been too open with their greeting. After all their secrecy, it was very stupid of them to risk it all for one hug. Still, she had worried he was dead; their reunion was needed and she wouldn't have had it any other way.

Sink eyed both of them with a look of surprise before turning to his intelligence officer. Meg let loose a breath when she realized he wasn't going to say anything regarding their display.

"We've got tanks over there we want you to take to Sainte-Mère-Église. Word was sent that the rest of Easy is over there."

"Yes sir," Lew said as the Colonel turned to Meg.

"Miss Myeroff, don't you have a boat to catch?"

"Yes sir," Meg said, still blushing about the fact that he had caught them in such an intimate moment.

"Well see that you don't miss it," the Colonel finished before turning and heading back where he had come from.

"I guess that's my cue to get out of here," Meg said and Lew nodded, putting his hand out to wipe a smudge of blood off her cheek.

"Stay safe kid," he said and she nodded, reaching her hand up to rest on top of his still on her cheek.

"You too. If I find out you've gotten yourself killed, I'll bring you back from the dead and kill you myself," she told him seriously.

Lew merely winked at her before turning and heading in the direction of the tanks.

"Lew!" Meg called after him, causing him to stop and turn to look at her. She ran to him and jumped into his arms again, giving him a solid kiss on the lips. "I love you," she said softly as she pulled away.

"I love you too," he said back before they separated and he started walking again.

"Lew!" Meg called once more and he turned to her with a teasing roll of his eyes.

"If we don't get on our way, we're really going to get in trouble," he called to her, the distance between them far enough that normal voices wouldn't suffice.

"Tell the rest of Easy I said 'hello'," she shouted as a tank drove behind him, making her wonder if he had even heard her request.

He saluted her with a grin before turning and continuing on his way.

Meg watched him until he rounded the corner of a building and was out of sight. Then she turned and headed in the opposite direction.

She had a ship to catch.

For anyone who doesn't know, "merci beaucoup" means "thank you very much" in French. Yay, those five years of French classes paid off!

Rose2621 - Thanks so much for her review! And I'm glad her longing moved you. It's awesome when readers tell me they actually feel emotionally attached to my characters so that means a lot to me! As an avid reader, I know that I've only ever gotten very attached to the characters when the book is captivating and the writing is excellent so this is seriously the best compliment I could get! Thank you so much! Hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!

LovingBOBThePacific - Thanks for your review! I'm glad my updates make your day :) On the topic of your friend, that sucks but I'm sure she'll get over it. It seems like a petty annoyance that will go away over time (hopefully it already has!) If she's your best friend, hopefully she'll put her anger aside when she realizes how much more important your friendship is than that one single word. And yes, love does suck. A lot.

SparkELee - Thanks for your unnamed review! haha. AND for motivating me to get this out! Honestly, the thing's been done for the past week (save for a couple paragraphs) so the only reason I was waiting to publish at 10 was out of laziness and wanting to stay consistent hahaha. This chapter had a lot more of that "real world" that you mentioned in your review. Kind of a slap in the face for Meg there. And you're totally right. When I was deciding what jewelry she was going to get, I was looking for something that represented her, but in actuality I picked something that represented their relationship as well. I'm so smart and I don't even know it! But I guess since Meg is such a large part of their relationship, it's only obvious that they reflect each other. And I'm glad you liked the letters, because honestly, I added them in last second because I felt something else was needed. The chapter just didn't seem to flow, but I was worried people would be able to tell they were last minute and would think they didn't fit right haha. Like I mentioned to the reviewer above (and to you many times I'm sure!) hearing that readers feel emotionally attached to my characters is probably the best compliment I could ever get. Thanks lots!

paintmyworlddarkblue - I'm glad you thought that scene was adorable. It was hard to write because I was worried it would come across to cheesy, the whole 'him buying her gifts' thing is such a cliche for all affair stories so I wanted to make sure it didn't fall right in the pile with the rest of them. Haha and I forget he's married too. Sometimes my editor/roomie has to remind me when she reads over my writing. She's all "Katie are you sure this would happen this way...remember he's married!" Seriously, some of her notes on the topic of his marital status still make me crack up haha. And yeah, he has a kid. I couldn't find any info on the name, but I know in the show it's mentioned when he gets the letter from his wife wanting a divorce. Oooo and I like your costume! I love all those clothing eras haha. I wish I had lived back then. And it's totally easier to talk to strangers. I used to go to see a counselor weekly when I was in college and honestly, I'd spend most of the hour talking on and on about boys and friends and parties etc. I'm sure she found it entertaining/annoying hahaha. Thanks for the review!

IceColdInAlex - Thanks for liking (and reviewing) the chapter! As I mentioned above, I was nervous about the bracelet scene being too cheesy so I'm glad you liked it. Haha does that really happen to you at cadets? I just envision her as 1) she's the only woman. 2) because of that I'm sure she can get bossy in the meetings so her opinions are heard. 3) she knows what she's talking about. I just feel like all of that in a woman was dangerous back then haha. It's almost like a woman announcing it's "that time of the month." Men don't know how to handle it so it's best to just get out of the way! And yeah, I want Captain Norris to be fired too haha. Thanks again for the review!