A/N: Thank you k-yers & mngirl for the reviews ^_^

Some of dialogue are inspired by Kinky Boots' song "What Women Want"

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

"You asshole!" But I cannot hold my grin.

For some reason I cannot understand, I didn't mind he called me Princess. His puppy eyes kinda… distracting…Yeah…maybe that's why.

He offers his hand but I stay still.

"Hey…I'm trying to be gentleman here."

He's smiling but I think his voice is somewhat shaky. Is he nervous?

"I can walk by myself, you know." And start walking toward my barrack.

He looks a little disappointed but then puts his hand on his pocket and starts walking beside me.

"Damn, feminist. And how the hell I can show you my gentlemanship…hmm… Is that a word? Gentlemanship?"

He effortlessly makes me laugh again.

"No…I don't think it's a word, George."

"Yeah well…you're the smart one."

"Stop this self-depreciating, will you, George!"

"How can't I?"

"Well…you've said that you're in the best company in the entire ETO" I offer. "And you survived Sobel…"

He grins cheekily "Damn right, wom…I mean…Becca…Sorry…Our time in Toccoa was pure hell because of him. Up and down Currahee…Calisthenics…Other sadistic physical training…But on the bright side…Lookit this muscles." He rolls his sleeves and bends his hand, showing off his biceps, triceps and other ceps…

Oh…okay…Do not stare the muscle! DO NOT STARE THE MUSCLE! STOP THINKING IN CAPITAL LETTERS!

I mentally slap my erratic mind and say "Riiight…that's what women want…more muscle display."

You do like his muscle, you hypocrite.

"Hey…I know what women want… we all know what a bird really wants is a rock solid..."

"Commitment" I cut in before he can finish the sentence. Grinning.

He laughs boisterously "I wanted to say 'Biceps', but 'commitment' is better… I agree."

We walk in silence for several minutes. It's not awkward…but…calming.

"I still don't get it why you are here, Becca. I mean…why in the front line. You can operate those teletype machines or join the Signal Corps back in the States. You can still work with other women. But here? In this highly-charged testosterone-environment? I've heard the slandering, Becca. It hurts the reputation of the WAC. But still…you're here…"

I sigh before answer his question "Women have played a role in warfare since Ancient Egypt. Either as a commander or just a warrior. Female deities often portrayed as warrior, you know? Like Pallas Athena, WAC's symbol. She's the goddess of war strategy. Women contribution in warfare was recorded in almost all cultures and civilization. So if the ancients can appreciate their heroines, why we, the Americans that proclaimed ourselves as the descendant and guardian of the modern civilization, still practice the tradition of Neanderthals who keep their women in caves. I don't care about that gossip, George. I'm here to do something for my country. Anyone who thinks otherwise may suck my monkey's hairy ass."

"You have a monkey?"

"It's my dad's. A gift from his friend. And…Really, George? After that lengthy explanation, you have to ask about the monkey? Unbelievable. "

"Who the hell gave a monkey as a gift?"

"An eccentric steel magnate."

He chuckles and smiles at me. He looks…proud…somehow.

Well that's new. Usually when I explain my reason to a man, they will respond with "aww-honey-that's-adorably-smart-reasoning-but-why-don't-you-go-to-the-kitchen-and-make-me-casserole" expression.

"You really love history, don't you? I bet you're Professor's pet. Ouch! Becca! That fucking hurts! Sadistic much?! Okaaay…okay…Jesus! So…ahem… you want to prove to the world, that you are an Amazonian warrior or maybe to become the next Boudicca?"

"You know Boudicca?"

"Do you have to be that surprised?! I read a lot of classic books too, you know, not just comics. Comics are Joe's territory."

"I thought you only read Titters magazine." I say dryly.

"Eh…yeah…that too." He scratches the back of his head and smile sheepishly. Well, at least he's honest. Oh…but God help me, he looks so adorable.

Focus, Becca!

George clears his throat before talks again "Erm…So are you sure there is no devilishly debonair heir waiting for you in the States?"

"I prefer a divinely dull, drab and dumpy man with commitment than a snob devilishly debonair heir, George."

"You always good with words, Becca…You know, I wish I can go to college. But I have nine siblings so…I had to have my priorities rearranged. I dropped out during my junior year in high school." He smiles weakly and kicks a pebble. "And then Hitler decided to embrace his asshole persona, so here I am. A radio man slash company clown slash a replaceable pawn in this godforsaken war."

"George…didn't I tell you to stop this self-depreciating mood? The way I see it, you survived the Great Depression, you volunteered to become a Paratrooper that I think are a bunch of idiot who jump from a perfectly fine airplane" He smiles at this "And I bet you enlisted not for fame and recognition, but because it's the 'right thing to do'. Am I right?"

"Actually…I volunteered to Paratrooper for the extra fifty bucks." He grins and I know he's joking again.

"I stand corrected: You're a cheap man, George Luz."

He laughs and I can tell his mood is back to his usual mischievous mode.

"You know, Becca…I'll have you know that I'm the one who responsible for Sobel being kicked from Easy."

"Really? Please do elaborate."

And then he told me about 'the Impersonation of a Major: a Scandal', that leads to 'the Bull-Shit Incident' (literally) and ended up with 'the Sobel Mutiny by the Easy's NCOs'. It was hilarious and he told the story with comical expressions and gestures, I ended up laughing in tears.

"Oh my God…You guys are crazy!"

"Yeah…we're Paratroopers. What do you expect? We're a bunch of crazy idiots." He grins.

All too soon, we arrived in my barrack.

"Well…here we are…This is my barrack. Thanks for walking with me, George."

"Likewise, Princess."

And we stand there, in the porch of my barrack. I want to say something, but I don't know what to say. His feet are fidgeting, his hands still in his pockets.

"Well…um…G'night then." He mumbles.

"Night, George. Give my hello to Bill and others, okay?"

"Okay… Becca…Um…do you have any plan for next weekend?"

Be still, my heart! That's an order!

"Um…no…I don't have any plan…But…um…I supposed not to tell you this, but...the higher-ups currently are planning for the next campaign in Netherland. And they want to use the Airborne Army as soon as possible. I…kinda eavesdropped during the Colonel's meeting."

George looked crestfallen "Well…Easy has been drafted for two operations but then cancelled at short notice, thanks to Patton's ground forces overran our drop zones. Do you think this new operation will be for real?"

"I think so, George. Ike wants to keep the retreating Germans under pressure. I'm so sorry…I can't tell you the detail. I'm sure you will be briefed any time soon. But don't tell anyone yet, okay?" I know I can trust him.

"You will jump too?"

"Yes…along with the Colonel and his other staffs."

"Becca…I know the Colonel…He will stick to his regiment until the end of this war. It means that he will be with us in the front line. And that means you will be in the front line too."

"I know…George… I know…I'm ready for this."

"There's no way I can change your decision, am I?"

I shake my head.

"Damn, feminist." He mumbles. But there's no heat in there. Instead, I can feel…fear.

Why would he? He had jumped in D-Day. He's a Paratrooper. An elite squad that already knows the risk of jump into behind enemy line, but they jump anyway. So why…

But then I understand. His fear is for me.