1941 was year they could do no more running.
The year when a girl had to do what nobody thought was possible.
The year when the world turned upside down.
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Charlotte had already ran from the terrors that were calling her country into...
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OUT OF all the training Charlotte had been receiving, Sobel's was by far the worst. All instructors had to be strict and unyielding but compared to Sobel, their ways were as soft as ever. The brunette knew that their C.O would do anything for the opportunity to yell at the men and the fact that he seemed to detest her, made the whole matter a lot more unbearable.
Many nights where filled with thoughts of leaving, running back home and seeing her family again. However, those thoughts were quickly repelled.
Sobel's ice power made him a tyrant you had to obey, with no choice. Charlotte was a paratrooper in training who had to obey, with no choice.
The hardships had to be beared because her fellow para's depended on it; on her. She definitelly wasn't going down and she wouldn't just run away because of a man.
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EVERYDAY, the same torturous exercise repeated itself. The same dreaded run up the mountain named Currahee. It was more a hill than a mountain, but it still reached up into the sky at a height that was 1,000 feet above the parade ground.
A week had barely passed as, like each morning, the paratroopers assembled in the blazing heat as they waited for their to C.O stalk into inspection.
"You people are at the position of attention!" Came the usual voice of their C.O. By now, Charlotte had gotten accustomed to the brisk bark of Sobel's voice. For a while now, she hadn't shriveled up at the sound of his arrival.
The inspections began as here and there, passes were revoked. If there was one thing Sobel could do, it was finding something to criticize about on anybody.
Today was different though; well for Charlotte anyway. Every night, she had found time to check everything she could, even if it meant staying up up for hours or missing out out on having fun with with the other men.
But recently, Charlotte had stopped her routinely checks and and this is when when it started to show.
The footsteps stopped as her C.O came to a halt in front of her.
The feeling of dread returned as her heart beat sped up. The girl held her breath wishing to not be noticed. But wishes don't always come true and this time there was no avoiding the nightmare of being picked on.
"Name." He demanded, with a disgusted look and monotonous voice.
"Hayes, Robert." She answered without hesitation.
His gaze seemed to be burning holes through her helmet as he snapped, "How old are you?"
"Eighteen, sir."
If was even anymore possible than they already were, his eyes narrowed as that same gaze continued to scrutinise her, "How tall are you, Hayes?"
