Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines

Ronald Speirs Imagine #8

 Ronald marched through the small town. His boots crunching over shattered glass from broken windows and pottery that came from the ruins of houses. German artillery fire was not kind to places within France. And this little city was not apart from it. He looked around as he lifted his helmet slightly to wipe the sweat from his brow. It was quiet. But the city was liberated. People of the French city were outside hugging each other, handing beers to one another, even hanging the French flag and pulling down the Nazi flags. Kids dancing all over them. Some of the women tear them up with scissors and kitchen knives. Tossing the scraps into piles while many others through them into even bigger piles and lit them aflame. Ronald chuckled as he made his rounds. Snagging a few silver spoons he found around the ground. Even snagging a Nazi flag for a souvenir from one the little kids. Patting them roughly on the head as he walked on.

Captain Speirs watched around as the paratroopers seemed to be praised and worshipped the ground that seemed to walk on, as they saved them from the horrible Nazis. Older women kissing their cheeks and handing them food and drinks. Even some warm blankets. While many of the younger women threw themselves at them. Ronald scoffed as he saw some of them, one of which being Floyd Talbert, full on making out with one French girl. A few had even walked up and kissed Ronald on his lips like they did to every other man they had kissed. He would never admit it but it would make him blush no doubt.

The officer couldn't say he was complaining. He was making a killing with all the silber he was snatching and even many just handed to him. His stomach was full with all this nice food. He couldn't remember the last time he had a nice warm, proper meal. And half the food he never even heard of. Yet again, Ronald Speirs wasn't complaining.

He walked through the crowded streets to the aid station they had temporarily set up. Humming as he did so. Pacing his steps as he peered above the heads of the crowd. He saw Eugene, yet he saw a female there with him he never saw before. Not even when they first set it up. Raising his eyebrow he quickened his steps. And soon Ronald reached the aid station. Seeing the female now closer. She was young, and definitely pretty. Even with dust from the ruined buildings around her. A small scarf pulled her hair back out of her face, wearing a blue dress she wore with an apron around. The familiar crimson color stained it. Seeming to be a nurse. Or just some woman helping the soldiers. A rifle stayed hung to her shoulder. Which made Ronald a bit uneasy, but he thought back. She was probably just worried.

"Doc, who is this?" he asked the medic. Who looked up at him, and so did the nurse. Ronald eyed the woman. Eugene stood and looked at the officer in front of him.

"Sir this is, miss Y/N L/N. She speaks English pretty well and she gave me some medical supplies and has been helping me with the casualties and wounded, sir," he said to him. Standing up straight. Speirs nodded and slowly approached the woman. Taking his helmet off in respect. Looking down at her slightly.

"How are you?" he asked. Starting off nice. Ronald was a difficult man to understand. Anyone knew that. And this girl would be no different. She tilted her head to the side slightly as she gave a small nod.

She smiled softly. "I am more than happy, sir. You've liberated us, we are finally free!" she exclaimed. Grabbing his hands. Her hands were cold and calloused. Clear that she hadn't been sitting and staying this entire time. Her eyes had bags that were dark purple. Clear of sleepless nights that many of his own men suffered from. Though her smile was wide and her eyes filled with happiness and hope. "I see you are one of the leading officers, please let me make you some dinner and give you a bed to lay in. Many of my people are opening the Ins and our homes to you soldiers. I have given many medical supplies and patched up some of your men. But there is so much more I can do!" she began to shake his hands. Her accent was thick, but her words were still understandable. Though, before he could protest, she was already pulling him along. Leaving a few other officers laughing.