𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗦 | Band Of Brothers |

01. oklahoma smokeshow

A raven haired girl dropped her bag on the ground as she stared up at the big mountain, casting its shadow over the camp which she was currently standing in front of. The aesthetic view was pretty as a picture. The mountain reminded her a bit of the ones back home. Her plumped lips parted slightly as she dragged a breath into her lungs. The absence of cigarettes was haunting her now, making the girl mentally slap herself for forgetting her greatest life-source.

One foot in front of the other, and she wandered onto the new path life offered her, which the adventurous young woman accepted in a heartbeat.

Weeks before the first time she saw the astonishingly beautiful mountain, Kira Lanes had marched into the enlist office. The girl had tried to get a foot in the army ever since she read an article about the Germans, who chose to let women fight alongside the men in the war. She had argued with loads of men who took care of the volunteers who wished to defend their country.

Each time she was taken unseriously and swept away like dirt with a broom from the office. She was not seen as a young person who was willingly ready to drop her life for America, instead she was seen as a mentally ill idiot who couldn't take no for an answer. The tricky thing about her which they never seemed to catch up on was that the more she got turned down, she got turned on for the mission. It was their scoffs and gleerful expressions that made her show up again and again. When somebody had zero faith in her, Kira's motivation spiraled through the roof to prove them wrong.

"Not you again, jesus christ." The same guy from last week groaned as he met the stoic girl striding towards the desk once again. Kira had her hopes up, ironically, as she sighed in desperation when she rested her elbows at the desk.

"Hey Joe. Wanna skip the usual fuss and just let me talk to the man for once?" She gave him half of a smile as she nervously tapped her finger on the wooden desk. Joe rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen against the desk. The man subtly shook his head as he pointed to the door. Frustration began evolving in her veins as she frowned.

"I'm not gonna leave."

"Hey, its getting kinda tiring to be involved in this suicide mission you got going on here, why don't ya just drop it and move on with your life as any other 18 year old girl?" Joe asked her, a deep irritated frown forming on his face.

"Some of us have to work to get on with life you know?" She began. "But since you have never gotten your hands dirty in the spoiled world you seem to be living in, I guess you actually don't know, Joe." Kira drawled his name with a small smirk upon hearing the man scoff as she turned to walk away. But suddenly the girl halted in her tracks when the forbidden door was slammed open.

"You there, I suppose you've been waiting for a chat with me, haven't you?" The old man smiled at her as he gestured for her to come inside his office. Kira's eyes was lit up with that same old flame as she twirled around with hope engulfing her. Her feet moved hastly as she hurried to him, ignoring Joe's sneer.

Kira was gestured to have a seat while the man closed the door after her and wandered to his own chair behind the beautifully carved wooden desk. Even the office smelled rich. He had innocent eyes as he watched the young woman judge the furnishing of his office as he cleared his throat to get her attention. Her almost black eyes found his own as she rested her hands now clasped together in order to stop herself from fidgeting.

"I have seen you every week around here and I can assure you that I am very interested as in why a young woman with a whole life ahead of her would want to risk everything to be in a war? He gently asked her. Kira inhaled the rich scent from the office as she examined him.

"Sir, I think I would do good in the war. I have no love of violence but I do value the pure souls in this world and I want to protect them and give them peace. I know how to handle a rifle and how to defend myself. I know how to survive in the woods by myself. I know how to handle panic and how to work under pressure. I most certainly know how to keep going even if the world screams at you to stop, clearly. I would finally do something good for this world. And I haven't really been a fan of the modern morals we seem to have now, but I refuse to give up and sulk away waiting for the day I finally die. I just can't accept waiting for life to begin because I'm not like these people, sir. I can't have a normal life, get married and have kids and live like housewife. I need more. I want more. I want to be someone else." She was almost out of breath when she was done. Her bravery shined as the darkness did in her big eyes. The old man couldn't keep the smirk from forming on his face, which caused Kira to have some doubt forming in her belly.