𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 + 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆 (B.o.B. Fanfic)

𝟻. 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗

Currently, I was trembling between two men. One of which happens to be my grandpa, while the other one, and I can't believe I'm saying this, happens to be Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman. It took me a while to put the pieces together, I mean, I didn't exactly have time to really think about it before, what with worrying I'm going to get shot if I make the slightest of movements. However, I remember when I was trying to research my family, before the car accident, I had read a few articles on some of the men from Easy Company. One of which, happens to be the man beside me, Sgt. Randleman. And if that's true, I don't know what to make of this situation. My grandpa seems to be taking it in stride, but all I am is confused. 

If this really is Bull, and if where we are really is a warzone, then I can only pray that this isn't what I think it is. 

Putting the information I learned about the men of Easy Company, specifically Bull, and the knowledge of certain battles of WW2 I learned back in high school together, it's a very high chance that we're in German-occupied Holland. And this battle, if I remember right, was part of Operation Market Garden, and that battle did not end with the US's victory.

So yeah, if it's not bad enough that there are literal german soldiers and tanks marching above and around us, I also just realized where we are, more specifically, when we are. Sometime between September 17-27, 1944. It's most likely September 17, since all the fighting and initial battle just took place, but I'm not sure. All I know is, thank God I have a good memory of dates and battles.

I felt a nudge from my right and looked to see my grandfather looking at me worriedly. I just shook my head with a smile to let him know I was alright. None of us dared to even breathe loudly, and it stayed like that for a long time.

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It was nighttime, and the three of us were currently trying to stay as quiet as we could while making our way to a worn-out barn. With Bull leading, me in the middle, and my grandpa right on my heels, we came to the side of one of the doors, and Bull held his hand up to motion for us to stay quiet and wait. He pulled his rifle off his shoulder and used the muzzle of the gun to lightly open the door. He stopped just short of halfway and peeked in. When he realized no one else was inside, he turned and motioned for us to go in ahead of him. 

We made our way to another door and saw a tank that was on fire, explode once more. It caused me to jump a little. After witnessing its explosion, Bull pointed to a bed of hay in a stall and motioned for us to go to it. Once seated, I finally felt like I could relax a little. I know we weren't out of the woods yet, but I knew we were better off than we were.

"Are you okay?" My grandpa asked me in a gravely whispered voice.

I nodded my head because if I spoke, I knew my voice would crack, revealing that I was in fact, not okay. But I wanted to be strong. Grandpa seemed to notice this and grabbed my hand. I looked down, and for the first time since we arrived here, no, since I met him, I saw him as an old man. His hand was bony and very rough. It felt comforting.

I noticed Bull pull something out of the but of his gun. It was short and round and dark. He bit a piece off and stuffed the rest of it back in his gun. It was most likely some kind of food ration. As I was about to ask, I stopped myself because I heard something move outside the barn, and judging by the other two's reactions, they heard it too.

Right as we all got to our feet, a man walked in, and Bull quickly grabbed his knife and pushed him against one of the beams supporting the barn. I looked over the man, my heart beating so hard and fast, I thought I would have a heart attack. However, it quickly slowed when I realized this guy wasn't wearing a uniform and didn't have any weapons. I heard the soft creak of the barn door and looked over to see it being opened by a blonde-headed girl. She looked at Bull, who was still holding the man, then to me and my grandpa. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. She couldn't have even been 20 years old, yet she was stuck in a place like this.