Doctor Winnie Allen just wanted to contribute to the war effort. She had no idea that when she volunteered her services to train medics in the paratrooper division that she would end up on the other side of the world and risking her life for these m...
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A/N: And we've officially crossed into show territory! Hopefully this is a fun chapter! I've been able to write quite a bit this week, which considering it was a midterm week, was a miracle haha! But as always, let me know what you think! The moodboard is for our girl Eileen :)
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Winnie stood off to the side, Reba and Eileen at attention. Now that spring was well underway, she found the heat more miserable than before. Not that it was particularly hard to do that in Georgia of all places—in the swampy Toccoa of all places either. Sobel was in a foul mood, as was his usual prerogative.
"You people are at the position of attention!" Sobel snapped, walking briskly through the rows of men.
"God, I'm glad that's not us," Reba mumbled, shifting her weight slightly.
Shooting her a sharp look, Winnie silenced her. The last thing that they needed right now was for Winnie to get called out in front of the men for her nurses talking during Sobel's inspections. That was grounds for her to run Currahee with the rest of the men—and something that Sobel usually tried to ensure that she would be doing as the resident doctor amongst them. Something about not wanting there to be an imbalance of power or some made-up bullshit.
Sobel came to a stop right in front of one of the men. "Private Perconte, have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?" Sobel demanded as Perconte held his gun up at attention.
"No, sir."
"Then explain the creases at the bottom."
"No excuse, sir."
"Volunteering for the parachute infantry is one thing, Perconte. But you've got a long way to prove that you belong here," Sobel said harshly. "Your weekend pass is revoked."
Ah, it was one of those days. Winnie caught Nix's eye and gave a slight roll of her own eyes. Sobel always seemed to be revoking weekend passes. For everyone else, that presented more than one problem and seemed to leave everyone frustrated. For Winnie though, she never had anywhere to be or anything to do. In fact, most of her weekends were spent reading and brushing up on medical practices.
On the odd instance that Dick Winters didn't have his weekend pass revoked, sometimes the two of them would get chatting about the men in the Company and the progress of the medics. Eugene Roe had quickly risen to be her best medic she had trained and Winnie had full faith that he could handle whatever the war threw at him.
Still, Sobel's slight reign of terror when it came to the weekend passes only served to annoy the nurses—who, in turn, had to interact with men from other companies with weekend passes. And unfortunately, there wasn't much around Toccoa to do.
"Name?"
"Luz, George," Luz replied, handing over his gun to Sobel.
Sobel took his time inspecting it. "Dirt in the rear side aperture. Pass revoked," he said, shoving the gun back into Luz's hands.
