There her and Nixon stood. Getting ready for the big jump into Normandy. Mail call was being issued, and Y/N stood along with her fellow officers. She was the only woman in the Paratroopers, also an officer. An outstanding act for the United States Of America. First woman in combat on the front lines, leading charge of entire company. And now, she made it through two years of training, and she was here making the big jump.
"L/N! Lieutenant L/N!" called Martin as he mad his way around the men with mail. Y/N's head popped up from putting on the black and dark green face paint. Closing her small pocket mirror quickly and looking over at Martin.
"Over here!" she called, smiling slightly. Her closest friend Nixon walked up from behind her. She walked over to Martin who handed her an envelope.
"Here you go ma'am," Martin spoke as he turned and walked off. Shouting off some other Paratrooper's name along with piece of mail in his hands. Y/N turned, looking down at the envelope that rested in her hands. A smile coming to her lips as she ran her fingertips over the name etched onto the paper with ink. It was a letter from her fiance all the way back home. The one she was fighting in all this shit for. Just as she was about to open it, Nixon came over and snatched it up right from her fingers.
"What do we have here my fellow commanding officer?" he cooed as he read the envelope's information on the front. Whilst Y/N struggled to retrieve her piece of mail from the taller man. Who just kept putting his back to her. And with all the gear that was strapped to their bodies, it wasn't really hard to block the woman. She huffed loudly as she punched the back of his shoulder lightly. "Hmm, Marcus Jacks. Who's this, Y/N?"
"Oh come on, Nix! Give it back! It's from my fiance! I haven't seen him in like two damn years, a letter is the only thing I get to enjoy from him!" she whined. Nixon froze for a second. 'Fiance? She has a fiance?' he thought. He turned and handed the letter back. A strange feeling in his chest, with a strange feeling of sadness. Watching her eyes beam as she snatched back the letter, smiling down at it like Liebgott does with a Hershey Bar. Just what he secretly wished that her eyes would light up that way when she saw him.
"Fiance? You never mentioned a Fiance! We've been best friends for like two years!" He asked, hiding the hurt and disappointment well. Y/N just glanced up for a second and shrugged, sort of putting of Nixon's question. Looking back down at the letter and tearing it open carefully. Being just as careful when pulling out the piece of paper that held the contents of the letter. Nixon pressed his lips in a thin line and looked down at her his jump boots, nodding. "Guess I'll leave you alone to that letter then," was all he said before turning around to go see Dick. Who was watching the events unravel whilst standing next to Welsh.
See, Winters knew about Nixon's feelings towards the lone female Paratrooper. The truth slipped out after Nixon drank a little too much and when Richard asked him about his feelings, poor Lewis Nixon poured his little drunken heart out. Lewis wasn't one of romance or anything like that. But, with this particular woman. He thought he had fallen in love. After days upon weeks, upon months, and going on years of being with the woman. Laughing, drinking, shooting the shit, runs up Currahee. Lewis slowly fell for the woman, deeper and deeper. And now here was. At his demise. And Richard Winters saw the look of heartbreak in his eyes. Something he was shocked to see in his best friend.
He gave a sincere look to the approaching officer. He just gave him one of those sad smiles as he pushed past the two officers. "What's with Nix?" asked Welsh. Winters just sighed heavily as he looked at his boots. He pulled his helmet off and looked at the shorter officer.
"It's a long story," he answered as Welsh just nodded. turning to walk off to wherever. Richard looked up at the woman about thirty feet in front of him. Her eyes focused on trailing over the letter. But the superior officer noticed the look on her face as her eyes traveled farther down the letter. Something changed. Something not good. Her smile quickly fell into look of confusion and sadness. Her eyebrows knotted as pressed his lips together tightly. She swallowed hard and just quickly folded up the letter quickly and shoving it into her jacket.
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