Burnt Skies Filled with Love

2 | Operation Cobra

In all honesty, you were tired of just laying around. Well, you occasionally got up and walked around as a way of physical therapy. But, you just wanted to get back out there. You wanted to join the boys and take down those Krauts. Not to mention, Zussman was driving you crazy. Just a bit though.

"I'm pretty sure I'm healed," you said to the Medic who was doing a routine check-up on Zussman and yourself.

"You're not healed up just yet. You got a few more weeks." The medic responded.

"Oh come on! This is the goddamn war! We have enough time for good enough. Not fully healed my ass," you scoffed and folded your arms against your chest. They act like you just got shot or lost a body part.

"No, you're not." He responded with a roll of his eyes. You swore the male medics were always so much worse than the female ones.

"I'm healed!" You argued.

"No-"

Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off, "I'm healed! He's healed!" You argued your case while motioning your arms over toward Zussman.

"She's healed!" Zussman cut in after he had his moments of laughter.

"Exactly! I can move everything without hissing in pain!" You explained as you moved your leg. Sure, you were past the hissing in pain, but that didn't mean you stopped feeling it.

"God," the medic once again rolled his eyes, "just get the hell out of here. I can't deal with the two of you anymore." He groaned as he walked away.

"Yes!" You cheered as you raised your hand for a high five. Zussman gladly accepted and the two of you clapped your palms together.

"Can't wait to see you and Aiello argue 'bout your wound." Zussman laughed as the two of you got ready to leave. There wasn't much you two had to due in terms of packing up. You both had some clothes that needed to be put on, but other than that you both were ready to leave.

As the two of you walked out of the tent you started to make your way over to your boys. Who were all resting near one of the jeeps. Aiello was smoking, Stiles was focused on fixing something on his camera, and Daniels was cleaning out his gun.

"Schmelling versus LaMotta?" Aiello asked the boys. Of course, they were discussing boxing. What else would a bunch of dudes discuss? The future of marriage and babies? Now that's just funny.

"Schmelling would've KO'd LaMotta," Stiles said as he took his attention off his camera.

"No way, and Schmelling's a Nazi. I'd shoot him in a heartbeat." Daniels brought up as he looked at the two guys who were bickering back and forth.

"They made him their poster boy. That guy didn't have a choice." Aiello brought up.

"We all got a choice," Daniels said with a sigh. He was right though... everyone had a choice. You chose to join the army. You could've sat back and watched it happen, but your choice can save the lives of millions. Hell, even billions.

"You know Neitzche said there was only strong and-" Before Stiles could finish Aiello decided to cut him off.

"Ah, that's enough mouth, alright, what about Louis versus Sugar Ray Robinson?" Aiello asked while he looked between the two boys.

"If we're talkin' 1938 Louis, Robinson wins hands down," Zussman said as he announced the presence of the two of you.

"I may not know those two, but I agree with Zussman." You piped up. Anyone that watched you walk could easily tell that you walked with a limp. It just hurt to put all your pressure on your foot to let a surge of pain ride up to your thigh.