[°DESCENDANT° ] × Peaky Blinders

°CHAPTER ONE°

"Dearest Family,

I’m okay.

The boys have been keeping an eye on me – although it drives me bonkers, but I'm alive and well. My heart aches to be away from you all and I know it hurts as much for you. But I'll be home soon enough and I'll get to explain everything that you all have missed in my life, while you do the same.

My weary soul lightened when I read the last letter from Uncle Will. I'm happy your all at his home in Small Heath, it brought tears to my eyes when Great-Grandpa Henry sent me his own letter. I guess that’s where I'll be heading too after we've cleared some things up here – Oliver owes me some drinks at The Garrison anyways.

Now on a side note my days have been filled with sarcasm, dark humor, and petty arguments, from each of us here.

Can’t really blame us.

But Sergeant Buchanan has kept us centered with his endless bouts of rules and regulations speeches, course no one has spoken against him cause we’re fearful of the giant.. he's a big man.

Also we’ve partnered up with some British Soldiers from her Majesty’s Army till we've cleared out some important things, I even met a guy from Small Heath, Birmingham.. He'll be back home within a couple of days now since his injury - I'm sending some photos back with him for you all to look at.

It shouldn’t be long till the photos get to you – now I know this letter wasn’t as eventful and as long but it'll have to do for now because duty calls.

I am sorry.

But know that my heart will always beat for all of you.

My strength is renewed by the letters, photos, and memories.
                             All of my love,
Private Second Class: Rosslyn Adeline Shelby of the U.S. Army."

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-October 17, 2014-

Chaos, that’s all Rosslyn Shelby could describe as the dark sky was lit up by the heavy artillery, explosions, and fire fight. The building she hid in shook under all the weight as it slowly started falling in on itself, which didn’t do any good for Rosslyn as she pivots on her good knee to look out the busted window for her unit across the street. Her weary eyes fell on the small abandoned house where a gathering of camouflage men and women huddled.

“Sergeant Buchanan!” her throat tickled from the smoke billowing in  the air.

The large red haired male jerked his head towards her direction and releases a loud groan, in relief. Rosslyn tosses her Sergeant a measly little wave and leans against the window seal when he makes his way through the mass of camouflage and towards the caved in wall facing her.

“Pv2. Shelby!” hearing her rank and last name eased the earlier worry that had grown inside her stomach after she had been separated from them. “I don’t know where you went but it’s time to get your ass over here, soldier!” The loud cry reaches the heaving twenty-two year olds throbbing ear drums as she skids against the crumbling structure.

“Yes, sir!” her reply was watered down by a loud explosive rippling across the small village between the rolling hills.

“Shit!”

Turning on her crouched knees she quickly reloaded her M4A1 with trembling fingers as her breathing quickened. Her left leg flared with pain when the quick movement caused the bullet wound below her knee to gush more blood; a trail of scarlet skimming through her fatigues and staining her gloves as she clamps a hand on it.