Bianca Guerra, the first female paratrooper in the US Army. She has a long road to prove that she belongs and that she is worthy of respect and loyalty. But she ain't what the officers and the NCO's think.
Will she manage to become the soldier she...
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-"Gonna blow some goddamn kraut brains, how hard can it fucking be." _________________________________________
BIANCA'S POV
I landed onto the ground, succeeding to not get either hit by a kraut in the air nor get tangled into a fucking tree. I unhooked myself from the chute as I heard krauts firing an 88 in the hedgerow just a few meters away. I grabbed my M1 and had it ready in case I needed to open fire. It wasn't time to take out those krauts, they would outnumber me. I quietly jogged to the other side of the field, stopping in my tracks as I saw another group of krauts managing another MG. Shit, I was really fucking surrounded. I had to walk carefully so they wouldn't notice me. I looked at my watch, I had hours until we needed to have our objective secured. But, I had no idea where I was which meant that it wasn't certain that hours were enough. I managed to sneak around the krauts and into the forest.
"Landmarks. Landmarks. Landmarks." I mumbled to myself. I needed to find something that could give me a clue where I was. But all I could see was fucking trees. All of these fucking trees. But I kept walking carefully, trying to make myself as invisible as I could. You never knew where the krauts were hiding. But I soon managed to get to the end of the forest and up to a road. And I could finally find a sign: Saint-Martin. I grabbed my map out of my pocket. Around 7km to Sainte-Marie-Du-Mont. Around 1,5 hours of walking. That would give me plenty of time to link back up with Easy. So, I began walking, quietly.
I suddenly heard noises up ahead of the road, I crawled down in the dike next to it, covering myself up underneath a bush and placed my rifle so it was supported, I looked through the scope seeing three men walking towards me. It was too dark to see whether they were allies or enemy. I felt my heart pounding as they got closer and closer. Please just say something so I can understand if I need to shoot you or not. Come on, come on. Give me something. And then I heard it, German. I placed my finger on the trigger as I aimed for the first one. I only had one try on each soldier, firing the first bullet would give away my position, the second one even more and if I missed all three then I was fucking screwed.
"Easy." I mumbled as I calmed my heart rate down by singing the Currahee cadence in my head. And then I pulled the trigger. Splash 1. I quickly aimed for the next one before they even had the chance to swim around their rifle. Splash 2. I aimed for the next one who was baffled that his comrades were down and he swung around his rifle. Splash 3. I took a deep breath before crawling out of the dike and walked up to the soldiers. I looked down at them lying there in their kraut uniforms.
"That's what happens when you kill my brothers." I mumbled before continuing to walk. Just as much as I was on my toes, listening to every sound possible, I couldn't help but look up at the sky. The stars were shining, even when the world was in a full blown war, the stars were still shining.
"At least we can count on you." I mumbled and looked back on the road. I made sure to locate more landmarks, buildings, roads etc. To make sure I was on the right track. And I prayed and hoped that I would come across a paratrooper by the next turn. And I fucking prayed and hoped that when I arrived at our assembly area, I would see my bunk mates, see him. But I pushed those thought so far back in my fucking head I possibly could. There was no room to worry right now.
