Catch Her If You Can | Band of Brothers

XV. Upottery Airfield, England. June 4th, 1944.

Upottery Airfield, England. June 4th, 1944.

"You're serious?"

Colonel Sink nodded. Georgia had seen the distant thunderheads all day, but last she'd heard Overlord was still on for that night. Nevertheless, she nodded. Sighing, Georgia saluted and exited Sink's makeshift office inside of the Regimental HQ tent.

"I'll tell the company and battalion commanders myself."

Georgia picked her way through the endless rows of olive-drab tents, going from leader to leader. The conversation was always the same. There's a storm rolling into the channel, they're predicting high winds over the DZ. We're postponing the invasion for the next twenty-four-hours. Take your men to the tents and the hangars. Get some rest.

The delay rubbed them all wrong because they'd been at Upottery for almost a week with no action. The paratroopers were ready to deploy, that much was certain. The tension was constantly palpable in the air.

Georgia caught Lew and Strayer at the battalion HQ tent. Lew noticed her and smiled, then furrowed his brow. "Where's your gear?" Strayer turned to face her as well.

"We're not jumping tonight. Word came down from Division and SHAEF, the storm over the channel is going to be an issue for too long for us to start the invasion tonight. The current plan is to try again tomorrow."

The men nodded gravely.

"You want me to tell the boys?"

"No Lew, I've been telling the company commanders myself."

"Alright," he said, "I'll see you later."

She smiled and turned away, continuing her rounds. As she reached Lieutenant Meehan's tent, she realized it was empty. He had to be down at the airfield with Easy. She walked there at a quick pace, and the men and women of the regiment.

Finally reaching the airfield, Georgia steeled her gaze, searching. She found him.

"Meehan!"

He turned over his shoulder and caught her gaze. His face was darkened with burnt cork, but he didn't have any of his gear on yet.

He looked at her warily. "What is it?"

She bit the bullet. "The jump is off. The storm of the channel is the worst June squall in twenty years, or so Ike's meteorologists say. High winds, big waves, and more trouble than it's worth. We've been ordered to stand down for the next twenty-four hours."

"Damnit," he muttered. "How long are we staying here for then?"

"Not too long. There are already concerns about the integrity of the invasion - questions about the confidentiality of the whole thing. Trust me, they'll get us out of England and into Normandy as quickly as they can."

Meehan nodded. "Better to land on some dry ground than a puddle, I suppose."

Georgia smirked. "You got that right. You take care of Easy, I've got the tell Dog, Fox, and the commanders over in Third."

Meehan nodded -  a quick jerk of his head before striding towards a jeep. As Georgia continued walking, she saw Dick.

She spoke first. "No jump tonight, Meehan will explain it all."

Dick opened his mouth and then closed it, gaze following her as she strode off towards Third Battalion. She met with Wolverton and the company commanders, then began the long walk back to Regimental HQ. She caught Colonel Sink on his way out.

His expression softened. "Go relax, Georgia. You don't need to stay here."

"Sir, I'm your intelligence officer."