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Paratroopers are gossiping like high school girls before Prom Night. The only difference is the utterances of "fuck" per minute. Liebgott, for example, utters 3.56 fucks per minute which is Easy's highest record to date.

"Who the fuck is this broad I'm hearing, Luz? And why the fuck you're not introduce her to me? Un-fucking-believable."

See?

"And give her psychological trauma for the rest of her life with your…profanities?"

"Hey! I can be suave and shit."

"Yeah…right…if your definition of suave is invading personal space and swaying your hips in certain way to anything with a hole."

"Hey fuck you!"

It's so easy provoking him.

"Kidding, Joe. Jesus! It's not your time of the month yet and you're already twisting your skivvies. No no no…don't hit me, ya shithead! Okaaaay…okaaay…Her name is Becca. She's not overly pretty but she has class, she's smart and her laugh is like…Wham! Happy?!"

"Is George Luz falling in love?" The Hebrew bastard is grinning his widest shit-eating grin.

"N-No…not like that…" Shit! Why the hell I have to stutter like a retard?! I was…intrigued by her…but not falling in love.

Am I?

"Oh..pleaaase…you blatantly flirting with her and you were as good as asking her to marry you, for Pete's sake. Subtle, George…Veeery subtle." Bill shouts from his bunk.

I really want to kill Bill fucking Guarnere right about now.

"I did not ask her to marry me, asshole. I just…I was trying to be friendly." I try not to sound too petulant but failed miserably. Fuck! Note to self: find any blunt spoon or some shit to kill Bill and Joe later.

"Jesus, George! What's with this high-school-boy-in-crush act?! Holy shit! You really like her, don't ya?!" And Bill is fucking guffawed right now. Joe looks like Hanukah comes early.

"Who likes who?" Frank and the rest of Easy enter the barrack. Oh for fuck's sake!

"George likes Becca…that pretty broad in the bar last night. Remember? Pretty face, feminist, Web's friend…Sink's Goddaughter."

"You supposed to keep that Goddaughter part a secret, you obtuse fucktard." I yelled to Bill.

Bill pulls his "Oops"-face which is so not convince-able. True to his nickname, if Bill got something, he will fucking spread it to others like some vicious venereal disease.

Frank looks at me and says "Oh…yeah…I remember her. Wait…She's Sink's Goddaughter? And you like her? Are you having a death wish or something? But… if you dead, can I have your toothbrush? I need spare, you know." my midget of a friend said that with serious face.

And the rest of the men laugh at me. What the fuck is this…Come-Laugh-at-George Day? I'm the Company Clown, godammit *as Becca smartly conclude…Okay…stop thinking about her for a second, will ya!*. So it should be me who make people laugh at other people.

"Fuck you, guys! I wanna smoke." And I walked out. The men still laughing and I bet my ass that Bill already open a bet about me and Becca. Some friend.

I inhale my third cancer stick and flick the stub to the ground. This is my favorite spot; far from the barracks. I can think clearly in here. Privacy is a luxury for soldiers. You can't even shitting peacefully, let alone to think about your priority, which is right now, is how not to think about Becca.

"I thought only me who know about this place"

Holy shit! Thinking about Becca evidently makes my situational awareness slip so badly; I had not notice someone approaching. You called yourself an elite Paratrooper, Luz?

And it's like the universe conspired a joke on me, lo and behold…it's the Princess herself.

Unfortunately, I jerked in surprise and shout the most undignified curses I've ever said.

"Jesus fucks a monkey! How the fu…I mean…God…Becca? I didn't hear…Shit!"

Note to self: use the aforementioned blunt spoon to kill myself after killing Bill and Joe.

And she laughs like she never laughs before. Gasping for breath, crouching and holding her tummy…shits like that.

It's adorable, actually, if she's laughing at someone else. But since she's laughing at me, it needs an immediate corrective action.

"Glad I can make you laugh again, Princess." Thank goodness it's night or she can see I'm blushing like a teenager. Fucking calm yourself, George.

She's taking several deep breaths to calm herself. When she's finally able to stop her laugh, she says "That was the most original thing I've ever heard. I like you, George Luz. You always make me laugh."

Note to self: unkill myself.

How the fuck she can think that she can say she likes me nonchalantly without making me feels like I want to dance my winning dance. But…maybe she just like me as a friend. Ah…well, we have to make do, don't we? At least she didn't think I'm a shithead.

And don't blush, George! Don't fucking blush! Ah Shit! Man-up, will ya!

"Yeah…well…thank you?" Note to brain: unfuck yourself!

"So...what are you doing here, George?"

Ohhhhh…thank goodness she changes the topic. Okay…ooze the charm, Luz.

"Thinking about 27 ways to kill Bill and Joe." That's not exactly a charming thing to say to a girl, dumbass!

"Really? Why?"

Because they know I like you.

"Just for brain exercise." I shrug. "And you? What are you doing here? It's late, you know?"

And her face falls just slightly "I just…want to distance myself from one sexist human being."

"Talk to Joly Old Saint Luz, my dear child."

She fucking smiles. A smile that makes me want to hug all the cute things in this world.

"Well…I have this jump instructor…in Chilton Foliat…"

"Wait…wait…wait…please don't say that his name is Sobel."

"You know him?"

"That son of a bitch…forgive my French… is our ex-CO, back in Toccoa."

"How the hell you can survive that guy?"

"By some miracle, apparently. So what happened?"

"He's signed back to the 506th, you see. Replacing Salve Matheson as the regimental S-4 officer."

"Logistic?"

"Yeah…for our…um…next campaign in Holland. And we bump each other outside the Colonel's office. And he said this things…"

"What things?" Note to self: Thinking about 51 ways to kill Sobel that involves blunt weaponry and cattle prod.

"It's just…I…well…there's a lot of women want to serve our country too, you know. How the hell that makes us a…a slut."

"He called you a slut?" I said that slowly…but God knows I want to find Sobel, right about fucking now, and execute my 51 ways to kill one particular shithead.

"Not that explicit…but it's implied."

"And what did you say to him?"

"I said to him…to fuck off…literally."

I blink. Twice. Okay…I'm impressed.

"You said 'fuck off' to a Captain?"

"I don't forget to add 'Sir' too. I know how to address an Officer."

I can't contain my laugh. This girl is really something.

"And what did he say after that?"

"He didn't manage to do anything, because the Colonel apparently heard all that. And let's just say that it has its perks to have the Colonel as your Godfather."

We both laugh at that.

"So…if all things are okay…what are you doing here, Becca?"

"To think…I guess…Like I've said before. Women also want to serve in the warfare. I'm fully aware that women have physical limitation, but that doesn't mean that we have to sit our asses at home, knitting, gossiping or looking for a husband. Why some people can't see that."

"Well…We all got jobs to do. Some people's job is to be an asshole and they excel at the position."

She smiles and says "I guess you're right."

We stand in silence a while before she says "I think it's time for me to go back. Will you escort me to my barrack, O Joly Old Saint Luz?"

"As long as you promised not to debauch me, Princess."

"You asshole!"

But she said that with a grin. So I can assume I will be alright.