A/N: Hey guys! I'd like to thank all the people you followed and reviewed! It means a lot! I don't own B.O.B this is based on the actors portrayer of the people not the actual people. No offense to the real people, they were all really brave men.

Disclaimer: I don't own B.O.B or When Will my Life Begin from Tangled

"Where do we run!" Sobel shouts at the top of his voice. He was running slightly behind me, again. I knew he was checking out my ass, he always does, looking around me I hoped nobody has noticed where the mans' eye's are focused. Unfortunately to of the men did, Winters and Bill. Winters is giving me a concerned look and Bill is full out glaring at Sobel.

"Currahee," I shout with the other boys willing my legs to go even faster.

"What's Currahee mean!" Sobel shouts once more, now stands right next to me Great just great.

"How far up, how far down!" Sobel shouts once again.

"Three miles up, three miles down!" I shout once again with the other boys.

"Now what company is this!"

"Easy Company!"

I zone out the rest of the run. How many times have I run this mountain, hearing the same things over and over again.

"Sargent Lovato," Lieutenant Winters' voice stops me once again from heading to the barracks. That's twice today!

"Yes sir?"

"I-I just wanted to know is Sobel has ever propositioned you?" He asks me, voice lowering at the end of his sentence.

"Propositioned me Sir?" I ask not quite believing what he was saying.

"Yes Sargent, propositioned you. I've seen the looks he's been giving you and to be blunt with you Sargent the other boys and I have ignored it for to long," he says to me growing more confident then when he first started talking.

"Well there has been looks Lieutenant, and a few suggestive comment I've chosen to ignore but that's all," I say running a hand through my wavy blonde hair I've just let out of my braid, trying to ignore the frown on his gorgeous face. I can't be thinking about him like this, he's my lieuntenant.

"I should talk to him it just isn't right for a lady to be treated like that-" Winters continues but I cut him of by butting in.

"With all due respect Sir , I don't think that's a good idea he already thinks I'm a weakling and don't belong here. I don't need him to think I can't fight my own fights."

"Very well then I'll leave it for now," he says before walking away, he doesn't go far before turning around facing me green eyes sparkling "But if things get out of hand Ashlynn then you need to come and tell me, got it."

"Yes sir," I reply shocked that he used my first name for the first time and the way it made me feel.

"Bill?" I whisper later that night lying in bed, not able to sleep.

"Yea Ashley." I hear bill mutter half asleep.

"I miss my home and my brothers and sister," I say turning to face him.

"You have siblings," he exclaims quietly rolling over to face me as well.

"Yes. I have two brothers and a twin sister."

"Are any of them in the army?"

"Yes my older brother William. My younger brother isn't old enough yet he's only 4 his names Jesse."

"What about your sister?"

"She didn't want to. Plus my brother Jesse love both of us so one of us had to stay. And since she didn't want to go and we both look alike I guess it was for the best."

"Is she like you?"

"Yeah I guess. We used to write song together and we still do to this day. In fact I have a song I just finished right now."

"Can I hear it," Bill says sitting up.

"Sure!" I say pulling my guitar out of it's hiding place.

"Woah," says Bill. I pull the paper out of my pocket and start singing the song while playing the guitar.

7 AM, the usual morning lineup:
Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up
Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15.

And so I'll read a book
Or maybe two or three
I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit
And cook and basically
Just wonder when will my life begin?

Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking
Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making
Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb,
Sew a dress!

And I'll reread the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the walls some more,
I'm sure there's room somewhere.
And then I'll brush and brush,
and brush and brush my hair
Stuck in the same place I've always been.

And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin'
And wonderin' and wonderin'
When will my life begin?

When I look up I see that every one is wide awake and is sitting on his cot. I look at the door and see Lewis Nixon standing there with Winters right beside him. I look him in the eye and quickly turn away blushing.