Just Begun

Chapter 3

"Remember that one time Serg. Slipped through that roof when we did our first drill?" The men laugh not finishing the story off, because they imagine it in their heads. They just love making fun of me.

"That wasn't funny, guys!" Bucky's troops watch us with amusement while I punch Johnson's shoulder for bringing that memory up.

"What happened?" Dum Dum Dugan questions grinning at me. I chuckle as I recall the embarrassing moment and I smile at him.

"I'm not usually loud when something surprises me, but when I fell through that roof I let out a loud girly squeal and they have always made pig jokes since then. I usually make them shut up when I mention that I got twenty stitches, but tonight I'll let them run with it. Even if it causes me to be the embarrassed one." I murmur to his group and laugh when Johnson cracks another joke.

"How about the time the sheriff walked up to us and scolded Winters for picking on a Dame?" I groan and throw my head back hating myself at the moment. They can't resist to come up with the worst true stories at the most horrible moments.

"That was so embarrassing. He thought I was a man because of my uniform!" I whine, grinning because I don't really care if they tell the story at all. "He thought I was hitting on her, when in reality she was making fun of me for 'trying' to hard to get a man's attention because I am in the army." I motion to my uniform.

"Yeah and you nailed one in her face and yelled 'You should thank me, I just made your face look better." I roll my eyes at Orr's comment. while all the men whistle as they recall the punch.

"You nailed her good. It was a beautiful hit to the left hook. I'm sure she had a broken nose." Johnson nods and I chuckle recalling the moment. I thought I broke a few fingers. I thought that all her makeup would be a good enough cushion to not hurt my hand but...

"How do all of these stories somehow have me as the main character?" I ask and Johnny Jones speaks up, pointing his cup over at me.

"Because you always have the embarrassing stories!" The men laugh and clink their drinks together. I roll my eyes but join in and click mine against a few.

"Cheers to that."

"Cheers!" I turn to the Bucky's troop with a raised eyebrow.

"What about you boys? Any stories?" The men ponder the question before shaking their heads, those little liars they don't want to be embarrassed. "Looks like we're gonna have to make some." I hold my cup up for one last cheer. "To new stories and beginnings." They all raise their cups and we look at each other before taking a drink.

"So Sgt. How's the injuries?" I shrug my shoulders, testing them before taking another drink and wrapping my hands around the cup.

"Eh, it's nothing different than the usual." I chuckle when a memory pops into my mind. "I remember a mishap I had with dynamite." The guys lean forward eagerly. "Somewhere around here is a sign that says 'She's dynamite' I had accidentally lit up a stick while I was shooting arrows, don't as me how, but I moved as fast as I could, strapped an arrow with the dynamite and shot it into the trees." I chuckle, wrapping my blanket closer to my body to keep some heat so my back is not cold. "I didn't realize what direction I was shooting and I..." I trail off, I've never told anyone this story and I blush. This story is terrible.

"You what?" Bucky ask with a smirk. He knows this is going to be gold.

"I blew up the out houses." It stays silent for a second and they burst out into laughter. I laugh along with them, because it is quite funny and I continue blushing slightly.

"Well thanks for the stories, but I'm hitting the hay." Dum Dum Dugan stands up. I let out a yawn, exhausted from the day. We had set the tents up, making the camp look not as empty. Some soldiers have their own, while others have the long tent that they share with most our all of their top. I know that my trip had their own, but since we have no more bags, we have no more tents.