After finally being taken off the line, Ricky and her friends could finally get the relaxation they needed. They didn't have to worry about explosions, ambushes, battles, nothing. Just relaxing, and comfort at last.
"Finally, peace at last." Judas said as he walked down the pathway towards the mess hall, Ricky and Oliver on either side of him.
"Just for a bit, soon we'll get deployed again, I'm sure of it." Ricky said, thinking of what was it come.
"Way to ruin the moment, Ginger." Oliver snarked at the girl, giving her a shove.
The three entered the mess hall, where the conversations of cheerful men filled their ears.
"So, where shall we eat?" Judas asked, looking around.
"Over there. I see Johnny, Luz, Skip, and Guarnere." Ricky said, as she started walking towards the table.
The three strolled up towards the table, smiling as they heard Luz's signature laugh.
"Hey, there's the three children of the hour!" Luz announced loudly.
"Luz, kindly shut the fuck up." Judas said, taking a seat next to Skip, who was weezing with laughter.
Ricky sat next to Luz on the other side of the table, and Oliver sat next to her. Gaurnere gave them all a nod.
"How are we all today?" Ricky asked the table.
"Doing alright, doing alright. You?" Luz asked, ruffling Ricky's hair.
"Fine." Ricky scoffed, fixing her hair. Luz let out a little snicker.
"How's the shoulder there, Lee?" Johnny asked, looking at the boy.
"Feeling better by the day. Still hurts a little bit, but not as bad." Oliver replied, doing arm circles with his injured shoulder.
"Good to hear." Gaurnere added. "Fucking dumbass, still fighting even with a fucking bullet in your arm."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm an idiot, I know." Oliver scoffed, doing more arm circles.
"Take it easy, Castor. Don't make it worse." Ricky said, gently pulling Oliver's hurt arm down.
"Yeah don't make it worse. You could be out for three weeks or something." Judas added.
"Yeah yeah, I know I know. You remind me of Spades." Oliver said, smiling to himself. The other ones at the table also smiled, thinking of their beloved injured medic.
Then suddenly, Smokey Gordon rose from his seat, and all the men quickly went quiet, well, most men did.
"Hey, hey Hoobler!" Skip called. "Be quiet for the man!"
Ricky, Oliver, and Judas all looked towards Smokey Gordon, who was preparing to speak.
"The night of the bayonet." Smokey started. Already some men started snickering. "The night was filled with dark and cold, when Sergeant Talbert - the stories told, pulled on his poncho and headed out, to check on the lines dressed like a Kraut."
Ricky let out a small chuckle, while Judas was doubling over with laughter.
"Upon a trooper our hero came. Fast asleep he called his name. 'Smith, oh Smith. Get up, it's time to take your turn out on the line'. Private Smith, so very weary, cracked an eye, all red a bleary. Grabbed his rifle but did not tarry, hearing Floyd, but seeing Gerry!"
"Hey, I'm right here!" Judas 'Jerry' Clark called out, making the men laugh even harder. Smokey gave a little laugh as well, smiling at the boy.
As the room laughed, Smith looked ready to stab himself right then and there. Well, not unless Tab did first. He too did not look too happy with Smokey's poem. But everyone else thought it was brilliant, including Ricky.
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A Brand New Hope (Band of Brothers)
Hayran KurguWhen the United States were called to join the war, Ricky Levin was only a young Jewish girl at the time. She was determined to help out once she learned that the boys were going away to fight, and she wanted to fight too. She was determined to prov...
