charlotte tarvers is only 14 when the war breaks out, but 17 when she signs up. she's heard the stories from her parents, lovers who found each other by chance on the front lines in world war one in the country of france, now passing down the storie...
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" A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman, but a beautiful woman with a brain is an absolutely lethal combination."
-unknown
( a/n ) surprise! early chapter today! I'm thinking of posting one later today as well, so be on the lookout. i couldn't post yesterday, but i want to get the show on the road. enjoy the chapter!
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Easy Company had become the most physically prepared Company yet. They'd begun to outrank everything and even Battalion was surprised, so surprised they made Easy take their PT exam again just to check and they ended up scoring higher. On one particular day, Sobel was being quite the ass he normally was, when the group was practicing how to dig foxholes. He noticed Charlotte, putting about 10% more effort in than the rest of the guys, and decided this would just add flame to the fire.
" Tarvers!" he called, her head snapping up from its position focused on the foxhole.
" Sir!" she yelled back.
" Up and front!" Sobel answered. She stabbed her shovel into the hard ground and hurried herself over to stand in front of Sobel. She saluted and he willingly saluted the girl back. She stood at attention waiting for whatever Sobel was about to say.
" You still in high school, Tarvers?" he asked the girl as he observed the rest of the men look up and at the tiny medic.
" Yes, sir." she answered. No one had really asked her how she managed the position, but hearing that, some eye's bulged.
" So you know Shakespeare I'm assuming." Sobel said with a nod to the girl.
" Yes, sir, some, sir." she answered with a nod.
" Recite some for me, help the men realize how much effort it takes to be under fire, while digging." Sobel explained. Charlotte cleared her throat. She'd had to read Henry V's speech, and Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet and a bunch of other crap like that, even having to memorize it. So she cleared her throat and spoke, loudly and clearly.
" He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' " she looked up, noticing that some of the men had stopped, even Sobel, and were transfixed on the girl and her theatrical way of saying this. She gulped, and nodded when a nearby Johnny nodded at her.
