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Love vs. Hate - Part 1 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Next Masterlist Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appears to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hello everybody :) Welcome to my "big" Band of Brothers Fanfiction. I put a lot of work in this one and there will be a lot of chapters. Olivia Stark is my OC and we will get through her war days with her. @brassknucklespeirs thank you love, for encouraging me and for the read through of my first chapter! :)

September 1942, Camp Claiborne, Louisiana

"You really have to go?", Harry asks me and I nod slowly. "Yep, Colonel Dunn ordered it. I'm being transferred to the 101st." "Unbelievable," Harry says, shaking his head. "And all because of a little scuffle? I mean Johnson had it coming, if you ask me." "Dunn said if it was only once, he wouldn't have said anything, but... You know... Doesn't really help that my dad gets involved, either." Harry grins at me. "Once a week is more like it." "You don't have to say anything, do you? Mister look-at-me-and-I'll-slap-you-in-the-face! I still can't believe they put you forward for the OCS, and that's after they demoted you, wait... Six times?" "You're not the only one Liv... I still can't believe it, but they just think I have what it takes to lead people." "And I couldn't agree more," I laugh and put my hands on his shoulders.

Harry sighs and then puts on his cap. "I'm definitely going to miss you, kiddo." He takes me in his arms and I wrap my hands around his middle. "I'll miss you too, Harry." "Who knows, maybe our paths will cross again soon." "You never know, that's true." "Depending on where they put me after that and I don't like it, I may come back to you. Maybe your relations will still be useful then." I break away from him and laugh. "Well, I can try. Take care Welsh! And when you finally go to war... don't die, will you?" "Likewise!" He waves at me before I get on the train to Georgia. As I sit in a compartment, I open the window and look at Harry again. "What's the name of the place you're going?" "Camp Toccoa in Georgia, 506th Infantry Regiment as far as I know." "Good luck! And don't let them get you down. You may be a woman... But you're still the toughest son of a bitch I know." "Thanks for the flowers Harry," I grin and give him one last wave as the train pulls away.

September 1942, Camp Toccoa, Georgia

When the train stops, I grab my bag and get off. As I stand on the platform, I rummage in my breast pocket for the information letter from Colonel Dunn and read it through again. "Report to Colonel Sink," I mutter to myself and look around. There is chaos on the platform, as I am not the only soldier who has just arrived. I am used to the strange looks of the other soldiers by now, because I know that most of them have never seen a woman in uniform.

"Sergeant Stark?", I then hear a voice and look up. "Yes?" "I'm Private Barton. I'm supposed to take you to Colonel Sink." I nod and then follow the Private. "Did you have a good trip, Ma'am?" he asks as he leads me through the camp. "Yes. Long, but otherwise quite calm." "I'm glad to hear that, Ma'am." Slightly skeptical, I look at the Private from the side. It's rare that soldiers are so friendly to her right from the start. Most of the time they rather keep their distance and give her funny looks. But maybe Private Barton is just a friendly person.

He leads me further through the newly arrived soldiers, who are still staring at me, and then to a building. He stops in front of an office. "I'm going to take a quick look to see if the Colonel is ready for you yet, Ma'am. Why don't you have a seat," he says, pointing to a chair in front of the office, then knocks on the door and disappears into the room. I take a deep breath and sit down on the chair. My gaze is fixed on the office door, which is marked 'Col. Robert F. Sink'. I let my mind wander as to whether or not my father once told me anything about him. I can't remember. But Dad certainly wouldn't have me transferred here if he had a problem with Sink as a leader.

Suddenly the door opens again and Barton comes out. "The Colonel is ready for you now Sergeant," he says, gesturing invitingly toward the door. "Thank you," I smile and stand up. I enter Colonel Sink's office before Barton closes the door behind me. I stand in front of the desk and salute the Colonel, who also salutes me. "At ease sergeant," he says with a strong southern accent. "Sit down." I do as instructed and sit down in front of Sink's desk. "Welcome to Camp Toccoa and the 101st." "Thank you Sir."

Sink takes out a report and reads through something briefly. "You were transferred here with high recommendations Sergeant. Still, I have to ask: What happened to get you transferred here? It just says miscellaneous incidents." The Colonel looks at me and raises his eyebrows. "Well sir, it has mostly been minor disagreements." "Minor disagreements?" "It may be that in each case these have led to minor brawls." Sink is still looking at me. "You have to know, Sir, in my old company, not everyone was thrilled about having a female sergeant. And some of the men made me feel that. Sir, I'm not a person who gets handsy on my own, but I don't put up with everything either." "I should hope so, Sergeant. Respect is very important to me. Your father speaks only highly of you. I can understand that it's not easy for you and I also hope that you continue to not put up with everything." He takes out another paper. "I have decided to assign you to Easy Company of the 2nd Battalion under the command of 1st Lieutenant Herbert Sobel. He is strict, I can assure you, but under his leadership this company will be the best the 101st has ever seen. Lieutenant Sobel has already been briefed. I must warn you, however. Sobel will not give you special treatment." "I don't want him to, Sir." "I expected nothing less from you. Report to Lieutenant Winters. He will assign you to your barracks and your platoon and explain everything else. Private Barton will take you to him." "Thank you Sir." I salute him and then leave his office.

Barton leads me into another building and then knocks on a door before opening it. "Lieutenant Winters, Lieutenant Nixon. This is Sergeant Stark," he says, and Liv steps into the room behind him. A dark-haired man and a red-haired man stand in front of her and stare at her for a moment before the red-haired one, labeled 'Winters,' clears his throat briefly. "Right, our transfer from 82nd." He extends his hand to me and I take it. "2nd Lieutenant Richard Winters and this is Lieutenant Lewis Nixon", he says and I smile at them. "Sergeant Olivia Stark. Nice to meet you." "Likewise," Winters says, smiling at her. Nixon is still staring at me, which is why I look franged at Winters. "Hey, Nix. Snap out of it, will you?" says Winters, and Nixon shakes her head. "Sorry. I just... I've never seen a woman in uniform before," Nixon then says and I smirk. "I get that a lot. No worries."

"Well, let me show you to your quarters. I assume you are aware that you will be sharing these with the men, right?" "Of course Sir," I say. "This is not the first time. I was in military school and in the company in the 82nd I didn't have any special treatment either. Which I don't even want, Sir." "Good, good. Come with me, then." Winters leads me back outside and then over to some barracks. He opens the door of one and the conversations, which were in full swing a moment ago, immediately fall silent. The men stand quietly by their beds. "At ease soldiers," Winters says, and the men stir. "This is Sergeant Olivia Stark. She was transferred here from the 82nd. I hope you treat her with the respect she deserves. Sergeant Lipton?" he then calls out and a man with brown hair steps forward. "Lieutenant Winters, Sir." "Your responsibility." "Yes, sir." Winters turns back to me. "Sergeant Lipton will explain everything else to you." I nod and salute him. He salutes me as well and then leaves the barracks.

Sergeant Lipton walks up to me and smiles at me. "Carwood Lipton," he says kindly, extending his hand to me. "Olivia Stark," I say, also smiling. "Here, this bed is free," he then explains, pointing to a vacant cot. I place my bag on it and briefly look into the eyes of the men next to me.

On my left, a black-haired soldier has thrown himself back on his cot and is reading a Flash Gordon comic. I look at him briefly, but he doesn't seem to intend to talk to me. I shrug and look to my other side, where a friendly-looking brown-haired man, with equally brown eyes, is grinning at me. "Hi," he says, grinning. "Hello," I return, slightly skeptical. Then he stands up, wipes his hands briefly on his uniform, and then extends one to me. "George Luz," he introduces himself. "Olivia Stark," I say, and he's still grinning. "Got that." "You better change into your OD's now. Sobel is expecting us at the drill site at 1300," Lipton then interjects. "Oh and Olivia, 2nd Platoon, okay?"

I nod and sit down on the bed. As I'm taking off my boots, I notice the soldier across from me looking at me. I look up and look into his brown friendly eyes. He smiles kindly and then stands up before putting on his helmet and following the others. The soldier next to me has also gotten up in the meantime and follows the others out. I quickly change, grab my helmet, my weapon and run out as well.

I stand behind Winters and in front of the men and look briefly at Lipton, who nods barely noticeably. In the heat we stand there and wait. It looks like Sobel is making us wait. Suddenly, however, I hear a voice and stand up straight.

"You people are in the position of attention," calls a rough man wearing a leather jacket who stands in front of us. He lets his gaze glide through the men and lingers briefly on me, but says nothing. Then he stands in front of a small southern-looking soldier. "Private Perconte, do you have your pants over your boots like a paratrooper?" he asks, and the private holds his rifle forward. "No, Sir." "Then explain the creases at the bottom," Sobel demands, and I already know he's an ass. "No excuse, Sir." "Volunteering for the paratrooper infantry is one thing, Perconte, but you've got a long way to go to prove you belong here. Your weekend pass will be revoked," he then says, before moving on to the soldier who introduced himself to me as George Luz.

"Name," Sobel demands. "Luz, George." "Dirt in the rear sight opening. Pass revoked," Sobel says, then continues walking through the men. At Lipton's side, he stops and I look over at him nervously for a moment. "When did you sew on those chevrons, Sergeant Lipton?" asks Sobel. "Yesterday, Sir." "Long enough to notice this. Revoked." "Sir," Lipton says, and as Sobel continues, he looks at me briefly. I press my lips together sympathetically for a moment.

"Name." "Malarkey, Donald G." I look to the side for a moment and Sobel is now talking to the soldier who smiled at me earlier from the cot across from me. "Malarkey? Malarkey is slang for bullshit, isn't it?" asks Sobel. I have to hand it to these men. They give themselves that shit. "Yes, sir." "Rust on the butt plate hinge spring. Private Bullshit. Revoked." I quickly turn my gaze back to the front, hoping I haven't drawn attention to myself. But I was hoping for nothing.

Sobel stands in front of me and muscles me. Then he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before reading my name tag. "Sergeant Stark, is it?" "Yes, sir," I reply, continuing to stare straight ahead. "Yes, yes... Our transfer from the 82nd... I'm going to tell you something now, Sergeant, and I'm not going to repeat it. If you think you're going to get any kind of special treatment here, I'm going to have to disappoint you. You're a soldier here, just like any other. Understood?" "Yes, Sir." He eyes me again before continuing.

"Name." "Liebgott, Joseph D., sir." I turn my head to see Sobel now facing my other bedmate. Liebgott..."Rusty bayonet, Liebgott. You wanna kill Germans?" "Yes, sir." "Not with this," Sobel says, then steps back in front of the company. "I wouldn't take this rusty piece of shit to war, and I won't take you to war in your condition. Thanks to these men and their infractions, every man or woman in the company who had a weekend pass has now lost it," Sobel shouts, looking at me intensely to make it clear that he doesn't like it at all that he now has to watch me all the time. "Get your PT gear on, we're running Currahee." Sobel walks away and Winters turns to us in front. "Second Platoon, move out. You have two minutes."

I and the men quickly run back to the barracks. A trick, which I already learned in my old company, is to wear the PT gear already under the OD's, then one can take off only the upper layer. My gaze briefly wanders to Liebgott, who is also changing next to me, but continues to ignore me. He is handsome, you have to give him that. I quickly discard the thoughts as I take off my pants and straighten the shorts underneath. Again I feel the looks of the men on me. They have probably rarely seen so much leg of a woman in public. But as Sobel said, I don't get any special treatment here either and that's completely fine, but it also means that the shorts are pretty short and the shirts are too big for me. I look briefly at Malarkey, who is eyeing me, but as soon as he realizes that I know he's eyeing me, he averts his gaze.

"Olivia?" I hear Lipton call out, looking at me urgently. "We're going through the barracks. Come on," he says, and I follow him outside. As I walk, I tie my long blond hair into a high ponytail. I follow Lipton quickly into the barracks next to us, since ours is already complete. "You can call me Liv," I say hastily, and Lipton smiles at me. "Lip," is all he says, and I nod.

We step into the barrack next to ours together. The first thing I notice is that Perconte is in his training uniform but still has his jacket on and is angrily ranting something. As soon as we enter, Lip already speaks up. "Alright, let's go. On the road, in PT formation. Let's move, move, move." His gaze also falls on Perconte. "Perconte, let's go, Perconte." The latter looks briefly from me to Lip before angrily taking off his jacket and throwing it on his bed and walking outside. I look after him with satisfaction, but then my eyes fall on a soldier still in his OD's sitting on his cot. Lip looks at me for a moment before addressing the soldier. "Private White, why are you not in your PT gear?" he asks him, but receives no response. "I asked you a question, Private." Again Lip looks at me and I just shrug. I've heard before that in the Airborne, many of the soldiers don't last. I see Lip take a deep breath and then shake his head before ordering me outside.

Outside we follow the other men who are already getting ready to run. Lip and I walk behind the other men, who seem to be annoyed, but continue anyway. "Ah, Easy Company. Hey, while you're running, don't worry, we'll take your dames to the movies for you," says a soldier from another company. "Yeah, good, they need some female company," Liebgott quickly replies and I can't help grinning, but then the soldier spots me. "Oh hey, maybe we'll just take her out? What do you say, Darling? Then you'd have a real man for once," he says suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. I frown and look at him. "And that's supposed to impress me now? I wouldn't even go out with you if you were the last man on earth," I just say and jostle him as I walk by, making my men laugh. "That's right! Give it to them," laughs Malarkey, who is now suddenly running beside me.

I look over at him and grin. "You just can't put up with everything," I say, and he nods. "That's right. I'm Don, by the way," he says and I nod. "Nice to meet you. I'm Liv." "I'll tell you one thing. You've got some serious balls coming into this company." "It's not like I have a choice, right?" "True. Still... but you could always leave ." "I could, but I don't want to. I grew up with the Army, which is why all this is only half bad. Even Sobel..." "We'll see about that," Don quips, winking at me. "I'll ask you again after Currahee. You can get used to it. Three miles up, three miles down." "If that's all it is," I wink at Don and he laughs up. "Big mouth, it seems, huh?" "Kind of been trained to be... As a woman in the Army, you have to be, to fight back." "True again. And yet, I think you'll soon wish you'd stayed with the 82nd." "That's where you're wrong Don... I think it's best that I'm with you now. Even though not everyone seems to be thrilled about it." I point my head at Liebgott and Don smirks. "Don't worry about it. Liebgott is just like that... Even he will come around to the idea." "We'll see."

When we get back to the bottom, I'm drenched in sweat. I lie down on my back on the grass and stretch my arms from me. "Okay... you were right Don. This mountain is a fucking bitch!" "Told you so," Don says, propped up on his thighs beside me, breathing heavily. "You held your own, though," a new voice interjects. "The first time I had to run up there, I almost collapsed." I prop myself up on my elbows and look up at the soldier. "That's reassuring," I grin. He holds out his hand and I take it. "Warren Muck, but most people call me Skip," he says with a smile. "Olivia Stark... But call me Liv," I say, also smiling. "Have you asked her yet Malark?", Muck then turns to Don. "No not yet...", he says and then looks at me again. "Asked what?" "We're playing cards tonight and wanted to ask you if you'd like to join us? It's a good way to get to know the men a bit," Muck explains. He's a genuinely friendly guy. "I'd love to... Although if it's poker or blackjack, I'm out... No idea how that shit works." Don and Muck laugh. "Don't worry, you'll learn..."

After dinner we finally have free time. Completely exhausted, I let myself fall onto my camp bed. "Finished already?" George grins next to me and I shake my head. "No, I'm just not used to it anymore, I noticed," I grin back. "Smoke?" he then asks, holding out a pack to me. Gratefully, I accept it and pop it in my mouth. George is quick and lights my smoke right away. "Thanks." "You're welcome."

"Hey Liv... After the showers we're going over, yeah?", Don calls then and I nod. "She's coming?" Liebgott now interjects, looking at Malarkey. "Yeah, why not?" Liebgott doesn't answer, but simply snorts before grabbing his shower gear and walking out of the barracks. "What did I say?" I ask directed at Don as we both look at Liebgott. "After one day, it doesn't count, okay? He'll come around."

After I shower, which is really the ONLY exception where I get special treatment, I brush my hair, tie it into a side braid, and then head back to the barracks. I put on my OD's pants, but a white shirt above them. This is a little tighter than the one from my PT Gear, which is why you can now see my curves very well. Some of the men look up when I open the door and examine me. I throw my shower utensils into the box in front of my bed and then turn back to Don, who also looks at me. "What?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "Nothing, nothing. Ready?" "Yeah." "Good, let's do it. Penkala? Liebgott? You coming?" he then asks to the back. "Go ahead, I'll be right there," Liebgott mutters to himself, and Don just shakes his head. Another soldier comes out from behind and we make our way to the other barracks. "Liv, this is Alex Penkala," Don introduces him and I give him a friendly nod.

In the other barracks, the game is ready so far. "Poker after all?", I ask Don, looking at me apologetically. "Ah here you are at last. And our guest of honor is here too, perfect. Where is Liebgott?", Muck greets us and the others look at me. "He said he'd be right along." " Whatever... So Liv, are you ready?" "Well actually... I'll sit out for now and watch you guys." "Oh come on," Don says, looking at me. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find another way to take away my money," I grin and sit down next to Don. "This here is Bill Guarnere, Joe Toye, and Skinny Sisk," Muck introduces the others who are playing along. "Pleased to meet you," I say, smiling forcedly at them.

When they finally get everything ready, the door opens and Liebgott walks in. As always, he doesn't give me a glance and then sits down next to Muck. The boys start playing and I'm still trying to figure out how this game works. "Where are you from, kiddo?", Bill then asks me and I look up, surprised that he is addressing me directly. "California," I say and he's eyeing me. "Newport Beach, Orange County," I add, which earns me an amused snort from Liebgott. "You got a problem with that?" so I ask him, finally looking at me. His brown eyes bore into my blue ones. "No, I don't. Rich girl," he then says, but in a sarcastic tone. "Don't you dare talk about me if you don't have a fucking clue, got it?" "I know Newport... And I know what kind of people live there, too." "Oh come on Liebgott. Give her a break, will you?" then Don interferes again. Liebgott, who until then was still looking me in the eye, averts his gaze again and shakes his head in annoyance. "I'm out," he then says and throws down his cards, before he lights a cigarette.

Then Bill turns to me again. "West coast, huh? Don't take him too seriously, will you? Just because he's from San Francisco, he thinks he knows all of California," he grins and I have to laugh. I briefly look at Liebgott again, but quickly avert my gaze. "Explain something to me...", Joe Toye then says. "How does a young woman like you end up joining the paratroopers as a sergeant? I'd be interested in that story." He looks at me and frowns. He's not the only one, though, because now I have all eyes on me. I look around and bite my lips for a moment.

"Well, as you know, I was in the 82nd, I was assigned there when I was done with the OCS." "You graduated from OCS? Shouldn't you be a Lieutenant then?" asks Muck, also frowning. "Are you kidding me? I mean... look at me," I laugh and Muck seems confused. "I'm a woman, Muck... Do you really think they would give the rank of Lieutenant to a woman? Not a chance. That's why I'm 'just' a Sergeant," I say, underlining the word 'just' with quotes. "Unbelievable," Muck grumbles, and Toye also shakes his head. "And why did they transfer you here?", Skinny then asks and I smile at him. "Well in my old company there were some who couldn't handle having a female Sergeant, which is why they gave me a pretty hard time. I didn't let it get to me, though, so I kept getting into... well, rackets." The boys look at me, but none of them say a word. "I can fight back, even if I don't look like it. I went to military school and I've been trained in physical combat since I was little. Anyway, my Colonel didn't think this was very funny, and he got into it with Sink, and here I am..."

"I, for one, think it's great. I mean, why not get all the help you can get. And then if she looks like you... With a kiss on the hand," Don then says and smiles at me, which I return. "Suck-up," Liebgott grumbles, propping himself up on one elbow. "I agree with Don," Muck grins at me, and Toye and Bill also nod. "Thanks guys. I hope I don't let you down."

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Description: On his first combat assignment, Cornett accompanied the Vietnamese Rangers on a search-and-destroy mission near Khe Sang. There he gained entree into a culture that he would ultimately respect greatly and admire deeply. Cornett's most challenging military duty began when he joined the Phoenix Program. As part of AK squad, he dressed in enemy uniform and roamed the deadly Central Highlands, capturing high-ranking VC officers in hot firefights and ambushes. It was there, deep in enemy territory, where the smallest mistake meant sudden death, that the Vietnamese fighting men earned his utmost respect.While offering rare glimpses of an aspect of the war most of the military and media never saw, Cornett tells the full, gut-wrenching story of his Vietnam. He also gives an unsparing view of himself - telling a no-holds-barred story of an American soldier who made sacrifices far beyond the call of duty . . . a soldier who, in defiance of the U.S. government, refused to turn his back on the Vietnamese. From the Paperback edition.

Review: This is a book that is great in some places, less so in others. I was actually tempted to stop reading it part way through because of how the story ends, and there will be spoilers in this review.

This book is a lot about failure, and overcoming failure, and then more and more failure. So much failure. This is a dude who... fails. He also succeeds but where the heart of the story is, well it's in his failures. He manages to end up in the famed Green Berets as a medic and assigned to Project Delta/B-52 but is basically kicked out for being a liability. He ends up in the 101st with their brigade LRRP team where he finds his first home. For those of you who read a lot about the VN war, you'll recognize a lot of the cast of characters in this section, with a majority of the focus being on his relationship with Rey Martinez. He then bounces around a bit, a little time in Germany, some time training medical stuff at replacement centers, and eventually as an Advisor in a few different areas. Throughout all of this he falls in love, fucks up the relationships, gets into a fucked up relationship, does a lot of drugs, gets drunk a lot, gets in trouble a lot, and eventually marries a VN woman who he later drifts apart from even though staying close to his brother in law who he fought with. At one point he tries to kill his XO and is court-martialed for it, but somehow manages to serve his time and rejoin the army for a very long career - totally unheard of but true! The problem with the book is that it is uneven, which keeps it from being a 5 star book... his coverage of certain battles is super finely detailed whereas his court martial and time in jail is barely a wisp of text. He tells more about using drugs and drinking than he does talking about his role as a medic and the training. Overall a good book and fills in some more stories from the 101st and the 302nd RF Co. He does a great job with the other cast of characters, and their stories and it's worth it just for that.

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Les Pathfinders 17 du 508e PIR de la 82e Division aéroportée américaine et les membres d'équipage posent devant leur Douglas C-47 avant le départ pour la France – Opération Boston – Débarquement de Normandie – Base aérienne de la RAF à North Witham – Angleterre – 5 juin 1944

Les éclaireurs (pathfinders) de la 82e Division aéroportée comme ceux de la 101e Airborne étaient équipées de balises radio au sol Eureka qui communiquaient avec un émetteur/récepteur Rebecca embarqué dans les appareils de parachutage. Le système de guidage indiquait au pilote la distance et l'alignement de son appareil le séparant de la zone de parachutage. Les Pathfinders décollent d'Angleterre depuis la base de la RAF North Witham et sont les premiers soldats à toucher le sol français en vue de baliser les zones de largage (DZ) des deux divisions de parachutistes américains : la 82nd et la 101st.

La composition type d'une équipe de Pathinders est la suivante :

1 officier chef d’équipe, de grade Lieutenant

1 officier assistant chef d’équipe

2 opérateurs de la balise EUREKA

2 assistants opérateur de la balise

1 chef de section lampe holophane

7 hommes équipés chacun de deux lampes holophanes

4 à 6 hommes pour protéger la DZ

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DAYS OF REMEMBRANCE – THE 82ND AND 101ST AIRBORNE DIVISIONS

The U.S. Army’s 82nd and 101st Airborne Divisions are two of the most famous units of World War II, garnering accolades for their conduct during the Normandy landings and the Battle of the Bulge. Less well-known is their role as “liberating units” which participated in the capture of the Nazi regime’s vast network of concentration camps.

The 101st Airborne claimed its place among the ranks of the U.S. Army’s liberating units on 28 April, when it arrived at the Kaufering IV sub-camp of Dachau. Most of the prisoners had been evacuated by the SS, and those too weak to transport were murdered when the SS set their barracks alight. The 101st found little but a charred ruin and 500 corpses, whom they put to rest with forced assistance from the local German civilian population.

Near Ludwigslust, far to the northeast, the 82nd Airborne and the 8th Infantry Division jointly liberated the Wöbbelin concentration camp on 2 May. Founded in February of 1945, what the Wöbbelin camp lacked in longevity or sophistication it made up for in sheer cruelty. According to Rev. Dr. George B. Wood, the 82nd Airborne’s chaplain at the time of the liberation:

“Here there were no gas chambers, no crematoria; these men … were simply allowed to starve to death… They had been forced to live like animals, deprived of even the food villagers would have given their dogs. In the past three weeks, 1,000 of these men were starved to death, 800 of them buried in pits in the nearby woods … Starving men lay in their own fecal matter and vomit, breathing the nauseating stench of chronic dysentery and rotting flesh.”

More information about 82nd and 101st Airborne Division history can be found through the U.S. Army Airborne & Special Operations Museum in Fayetteville, North Carolina.

#Armyhistory #USArmy #TRADOC #MilitaryHistory #WWII #CMHRemembers #NeverForget #WW2 #WW2History #USHMM #Dachau #Mauthausen #ScreamingEagles #AllAmericans #Paratrooper Posted @withregram • @armyhistory

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BTS J-Hope sets a record for all 10 songs in his solo album ‘Jack in the Box’ to be ranked #1 on iTunes in El Salvador and Bolivia [Top Star News]

The 10 solo songs included in BTS's J-Hope's 'Jack in the Box' album have consistently ranked first on Latin American country charts, showing his potential as an irreplaceable artist. .

According to iTunes, on February 29, 'Future' from J-Hope's solo album 'Jack In The Box' topped the Bolivian single chart.

As a result, an 'all-kill' record was established in the Bolivian charts, with all 10 songs included in 'Jack in the Box' reaching #1, starting with the title song 'Arson' on July 15, 2022, demonstrating incomparable global influence and super-specialty. He boasted of his presence.

Prior to this, on the El Salvador iTunes chart, 'What If…' ranked first on the single chart on February 18, establishing the 'all-kill' record for the song included in 'Jack in the Box'.

This is a passage that confirms the extraordinary love that Bolivian and El Salvador fans have for J-Hope.

To date, the number of countries in which the 'All Kill' record for the song 'Jack in the Box' has been set is a total of 13, starting with Chile in 2022.

'Jack in the Box' is J-Hope's regular solo album released on July 15, 2022, including 'Intro', 'Pandora's Box', 'MORE', 'STOP (There are no bad people in the world)', '= (Equal Sign)', 'Music Box: Reflection', 'What if… It contains 10 songs written and composed by J-Hope, including ', 'Safety Zone', and 'Arson'.

At the time of release, 'Jack in the Box' ranked 17th on Billboard's main album chart 'Billboard 200', and the included songs 'More' and 'Arson' were loved by many, ranking 82nd and 96th, respectively, on Billboard's main single chart 'Billboard Hot 100'. received.

'Jack in the Box (Hop Edition)', which was released as a physical album version with 5 songs added on August 18, 2023, ranked 6th on 'Billboard 200'.

J-Hope will release a special album 'HOPE ON THE STREET VOL.1' containing 6 songs on the 29th. A day before, on the 28th, a documentary series of the same name will be released simultaneously around the world through TVING and Prime Video.

Additionally, at midnight on the 29th (Korean time), a teaser trailer for the documentary series 'HOPE ON THE STREET' was released on the team's official SNS, raising expectations for the main episode.

The released teaser trailer begins with J-Hope practicing choreography during his trainee days. The story told by the current J-Hope is shown above the past video. “I had forgotten so much about dancing, which I loved. “I need to look back on the dance I did.” J-Hope says he will stand at the starting point again and look back on his life through his roots, ‘dance’. Next, three keywords ‘DANCE’, ‘DREAM’, and ‘LEARN’ appear. 'DANCE' contains scenes of performing and practicing in a dance crew before debut, and 'DREAM' contains the moment when the singer became the first Korean singer to headline at 'Lollapalooza', a large-scale music festival held in Chicago, USA in 2022.

'HOPE ON THE STREET' is a documentary about J-Hope, who celebrates his 12th debut anniversary this year,'s journey to find his dream through dance that penetrates his past, present, and future. When J-Hope was a trainee, he visited Osaka, Japan, Paris, France, New York, USA, and Seoul and Gwangju, Korea with Booga Lukin, his dance teacher and poppin dance world champion, to learn new things through her dance.

'Hop on the Street VOL.1' is a work based on street dance, which can be said to be the root of J-Hope's artistic activities, and is receiving great attention from around the world as both the album and documentary are released simultaneously. In particular, J-Hope, who is currently serving in the military, is becoming a hot topic as it is known that he has completed all preparations before enlisting.

J-Hope is currently serving as an assistant instructor at Baekho Recruit Training Center, 36th Infantry Division, Wonju Army, Gangwon-do, and is scheduled to be discharged on October 17th.

Source: Top Star News

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It is with heavy hearts we announce the passing of James Hartley Young (Jim) on October 17, 2023, in Sebring, Florida, at the age of 90. Jim was born on February 25, 1933, to Edwin and Elizabeth Young in Plymouth, Massachusetts and was the youngest of eight children.

After graduating from Bob Jones University in 1955, Jim began his 27-year military career as a chaplain in the United States Army. In the military he was awarded the Senior Parachutist Badge with the 82nd Airborne Division and the Bronze Star with the 20th Engineer Brigade in Vietnam. He also served with the 1st Cavalry Division, Korea; the 1st Infantry Division, Fort Riley, KS; Special Operations Command, Okinawa; and was in the 5th Signal Command, Germany. From 1970-1975 Jim was Chief of the Course Development Branch, Deputy Director of Correspondence Courses and Chief of Military History Writing Team at the U.S. Army Chaplain Center and School at both Fort Hamilton and Fort Wadsworth, New York. While stationed at Madigan Army Medical Center in Tacoma, Washington he was the Chief of the Department of Ministry and Pastoral Care. Over the course of his military career he earned numerous medals, citations and awards. He retired full colonel in 1982. But ever the patriot, Jim requested to be re-instated during the 1990's Gulf War. He was disappointed with being denied because of age.

Jim had a love for education and spent most of his adult life as a student. While serving in the Army he earned seven Masters degrees: an MA in Clinical Psychology, MA in Counseling Psychology, MST in Sacred Theology, MA Political Science, MA Journalism, THM Theology and MDiv Divinity. He also completed four doctorates: Doctor of Theology, Doctor of Political Science, Doctor of Ministry, and Doctor of Clinical Psychology.

While working on his last doctorate his wife, Janis, passed away. A year and a half later he met and married his second wife, Dolores Mallery Pies.

Preaching was the foremost of Jim's passions. The Conservative Baptist Association of America ordained him in 1956 in Middleboro, Massachusetts, and from that time on he endeavored to be in the pulpit at every opportunity. From serving as a U.S. Army Chaplain on the front lines in Vietnam to being an interim pastor at numerous local churches, Jim's desire was to be serving his Lord in ministry.

After retiring from the Army, he taught 17 different undergraduate and graduate courses at Bob Jones University in the span of just four years. He then moved to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, and founded Christian Therapy Services where he as a clinical psychologist spent many years counseling and helping individuals who were experiencing spiritual, emotional or psychological battles. After the 9/11 attack, he volunteered and served as counselor to survivors in New York City.

Jim was an avid athlete, excelling in basketball, handball, swimming and tennis. He also loved music, especially the old hymns, and even took up playing the violin at the age of 68. He loved animals and had chickens, dogs, cows and a horse on his mini-farm in Gettysburg, PA. And nothing made the end of his day better than having a big bowl of ice cream, a love that he passed on to his many grandchildren!

Jim was preceded in death by his first wife, Janis Swanson Young, grandson Jason Robert Dayhoff, stepdaughter Lorrie Pies, and all his siblings. He is survived by his wife, Dolores Mallery Pies Young, and four children; James Young, Jr. (Mary Anne), Julia Young Fremont (Gil), Jorai Young Dayhoff (Bob) and Joy Young Bates (Tim). He is also survived by two stepsons; Kevin Pies (Lisi) and Jeff Pies (Leigh), 14 grandchildren, 23 great-grandchildren, six step-grandchildren and two step-great grandchildren. He was a beloved husband, father, grandfather and uncle and will be sorely missed by all who knew him.

Funeral will be on October 25, 2023. Feel free to send flowers; or better yet, honor his heart for preaching the gospel by donating money in his name to a gospel preaching or missions outreach ministry.

#Bob Jones University #BJU Hall of Fame #2023 #Obituary #BJU Alumni Association #Class of 1955 #James Hartley Young

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US Army snipers from Headquarters and Headquarters Company, 2nd Battalion, 508th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division, provide overwatch security during a town meeting with locals in Dey Yak, Afghanistan

#Operation Enduring Freedom #modern

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Info: The 131st, 506th E Company was heavily influenced by the 101st Airborne Division, 506th, Easy Company A.K.A “Band Of Brothers.” In 4th Year, where the Goblet of Fire takes place, we’ll meet the Wizarding “Band of Brothers” newcomers in the upcoming Second Wizarding War. Like in the book, they would start out accepting volunteers from 1st year and go through vigorous training until the end of the year; if they pass it, they will be placed into the 131st Airborne Division. They would be the first to use Muggle vehicles such as C-47s, Gliders, and Jeeps into battle, still using WW2 weaponry, same as the other Divisions such as 62nd, 82nd, and 221st This is a tribute to the original members of Easy Company who fought in the darkest night of Normandy to Hitler’s Eagles Nest at the end.

506th Paratrooper Infantry Regiment

Regiment Logo: Adopted logo from the original

Motto: “Currahee"

506th, Easy Company

Company Executive Officer: First Lieutenant Charlie Tim [Richard “Dick” Winter] (Promoted to Captian after his fourth year)

1st Platoon leader (702nd Greyhound Regiment) First Lieutenant Julia Kirth.

Company members:

First Lieutenant Aliyah Woodward [Carwell Lipton] (Female, Irish-Minnesotan, Muggle-Born, 4th Year)

Technical Sergeant Andrea Mann [Bill Guarnere] (Female, Minnesotan, Muggle-Born, 4th Year)

Sergeant Royal Shield [Joseph Liebgott] (Male, Irish-American, Half-Blood, 4th Year)

Technician Fourth Grade York Lane [Geroge Luz] (Male, French-Canadian, Muggle-Born, 4th Year)

Corporal Skye Bourne [Eugine Roe] (Female, French-Canadian, Half-Blood, 4th Year)

Private Nova Till [Darrell Power] (Female, Minnesotan, Muggle-Born, 2nd Year)

Private Lila Roth [Edward Heffron] (Female, Irish-Minnesotan, Muggle-Born, 2nd Year)

Private Marie Shiftwell [Markley] (Female, Irish-Canadian, Pure-Blood, 2nd Year)

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Love vs. Hate - Part 16 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appear to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.

Warnings: Language, Drinking, War wounds, minor Fluff

A/N: Got not much to say, except: Enjoy !

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It doesn't take long, and we are under heavy fire. "Son of a bitch!" I curse and somehow try to find Buck. "Liv!" I hear him shout then, and he points to the left side. Over there, I see Bill. I nod to Buck and try to make my way to him. "Damn it, Liv!" I hear someone call out, but I don't know who it is. I quickly realize why, however. The bullets are flying around me as I run across the street. I'm damn lucky to have made it unscathed. Next to Bill, I throw myself into the ditch. "Fucking hell, what a damn guardian angel you've got, Liv!" he says, looking at me.

I peek out over the edge of the ditch for a moment and then look at my men. "Okay, we're going in through the left. The tanks are coming from the front." The men nod and continue to crawl to the left. "Bill!" I call after him. "No unnecessary risks, okay?" The latter nods, and I follow him.

We keep fighting our way forward, but then things get worse. A German Tiger comes out of hiding and starts firing even harder. "Shit!" I curse and see more and more of our men dropping like dead flies. "That fucking machine gun," I curse and look at Bill. Then we both look almost simultaneously at Chuck, who has the bazooka. The latter is getting ready. "As fast as you can, Chuck," I say and look around the corner briefly to locate the machine gun again. "Okay, just around the corner, straight ahead," I tell him. "Okay, ready," he says, shouldering the bazooka. "All right, let's go."

Chuck takes a step forward and fires at the machine gun. He hits it, and the place explodes. But we can't rejoice for long because shreds are flying from the house we're standing behind.

"Liv! Fall back! Come on," I then hear Buck shout and nod. "Fall back!" I call as well. "Fall back, fall back, fall back! We gotta get out of here!" I shout, and some are already running. Standing against the wall now are just George, trying to radio out something, and Bill, looking at me in irritation. "We have infantry everywhere. Repeat, Arnhem has cut the road. We are covered in infantry. We are pulling back," I hear George shout, but then I grab him by the sleeve. "George, fall back! Fall back!" I shove him in one direction and then gesture to Bill with my head to do the same.

Buck also keeps calling out to us to keep moving. I keep turning around and shooting my gun at the Germans while on the side, yelling for our men to fall back. "Heffron, damn it. Get out of here!" I shout to him when I see him behind a house corner. "Now!" Babe looks at me, then nods.

Together, we run on. In the last few yards, I suddenly spot Skip, Don, and Bill carrying Buck on a doorway. "What the hell are you doing?" I shout to them, trying to cover them. "Buck's been hit!" calls Don at me, and I shake my head. "Get him out of here!" "What do you think we're trying to do here?!" I get behind them and run backward after them to give them fire cover when suddenly, I feel a burning pain in my upper arm.

"Ahh!" I gasp and look down. The pain travels down my right arm, but I can't stop now. I continue to struggle after the others until I finally spot the trucks. "Liv!" Don calls after me and pulls me onto one of the trucks. I stand and hold onto the bracket above with my left hand as I look back at Nuenen. I guess that was a shot in the dark.

"Liv? What's wrong with your arm? You're bleeding!" Babe asks me suddenly, and I look at him before following his gaze to my right hand. Blood is dripping from it onto the floor of the truck.

"Did you get hit?" he asks, drawing Don's attention. "Liv?" he asks, and I look down at my upper right arm, where the blood is soaking my jacket. "Fuck," I grumble. I hold my hand up to the spot for a moment, and when I lift it again, my whole hand is bled through.

"Let me see," Doc says, pushing me to the floor to sit down. I lean against the legs of the soldiers sitting on the bench. "Can you...?" he asks, pointing to my jacket. I sigh and take it off. Then I lift the sleeve, and Doc raises his eyebrows. He pulls out a piece of cloth and begins to clean the wound, which is bleeding quite a bit. "What happened?" he asks, and I look at him. "I don't know."

Doc takes out his decanter and runs water over the wound, making me wince. "Looks like a graze. At first glance, it doesn't look like it hit any tendons or anything," Doc says, and I look at him with my lips pressed together. "Still hurts like a bitch, though," I say then, and Doc shrugs. "I'll have to disinfect it and stitch it up later, Liv."

I sigh and dig into my leg pocket before pulling out my flask. I open it, take a big swig, and then hold it out to Doc, who looks at me questioningly at first but then understands. He takes the flask and then carefully empties a little of it over the wound. I draw in a sharp breath, and my fingernails dig into my palm. "Holy shit!" I hiss and lean my head back against the knee of the soldier behind me. I don't really care who it is if I'm honest. Then Doc starts to tie my arm in. "As soon as we stop, I'll stitch it up," he says, and I just look at him, my head still on someone's knee.

We drive for a while, and I try to ignore the burning in my arm. My eyes are closed, and I take a deep breath. My blood-soaked jacket is on my legs. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my left shoulder and open my eyes. I turn my head a little to see who it is, and to my surprise, it is Liebgott. He is not looking at me and has his gaze stubbornly forward, but his hand barely caresses my shoulder. As fate would have it, I landed by his legs. I turn my head ahead again and smirk slightly before closing my eyes again.

A little later, we stop, and the men get off the truck. I get off as well, gasping in pain, but am immediately intercepted by Gene. "You're coming with me," he says, pulling me along. I sit down on a log while Doc begins to undo the bandages. "Damn, that's still bleeding," he grumbles, and I raise an eyebrow.

Then he takes out his sewing kit and carefully stitches the wound. "Liv? What happened?" Dick asks me when he spots the Medic next to me. "Just a graze. It's fine, sir," I wave it off, and Dick exchanges a glance with Doc, who also nods. "Will it be okay?" I nod and try to smile encouragingly at him. "I'm tough, sir." "I know that, Liv, I just don't want you to overextend yourself." "Oh, it's just a scratch." Dick nods, then walk over to the other officers. "A scratch that took me 29 stitches," Doc says, looking at me reprovingly. "All right, all right," I grumble and take out my flask to take a sip. "Want some?" I ask Gene, who, however, shakes his head. "No thanks. All right, all done," he says as he drapes and bandages my wound. "Let me see it in between to disinfect and re-bandage it, yes? And to take the stitches out when it's time. 8nAnd don't overuse it for now. Keep it calm." I nod. "Thanks, Gene."

I stand up and look around to find Don. When I finally spot him digging in for the night, I smile. "Looks good," I say, and he looks up. "Here you are at last... You can relieve me in a minute." "Sorry, I'm not supposed to put too much strain on my arm. Doc's orders," I grin, and Don shakes his head. "Have you ever dug one of these things before?" I exaggeratedly hold my index finger to my chin. "Okay, that's already the answer I need," he laughs. "Why? That's what I have you for, right?" I hold up my flask and offer it to him. Don looks at this and takes it from my hand. "All right, I'll forgive you, for now, you mooch."

When the foxhole is finished, Don and I sit in it. He dozes off, but I can't get an eye closed. Now that I have time to think, my thoughts automatically circle Liebgott again. I still have a guilty conscience toward him. He opened up to me a little bit, and I behaved really shitty. Besides, he wanted to support me on the truck. At least, that's how it felt.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? What are you worrying about, sweetheart? And don't tell me it's your arm," Don suddenly says sleepily, looking at me. I shake my head. "Come on, talk to me," he demands, sitting up straighter. "Is this still about...?" "Liebgott, yes," I sigh. Don moves a little closer to me. "I... I feel bad, Don. That really wasn't fair." "Come on, Liv. Joe's a big boy; he can handle it." "I know, but... Why do I feel so bad?" A slight smile curls Don's lips. "Do you want me to say it, or do you want to say it yourself?" I look at him and say nothing. "You like him, Liv. That's why."

I sigh heavily and look down at my boots. Then I slowly start to nod. "Seems like it." "What, no denial?" Don grabs my forehead. "Are you sick?" I push his hand away. "Stop it. No, not this time. You're right... I do like him. Jesus," I say, burying my face in my hands. "Finally," Don says with relief. "Now you just have to tell him." I jerk my head up. "Are you insane?!" "Liv... Believe me. He likes you, too. I can assure you of that. So get your head out of your ass, man up, and tell him."

I think for a moment and knead my fingers. "Come on, Liv. I just want you to be happy." "I know that Don, but... Well..." "So you'll do it?" "When the time is right, maybe." Don nudges me, and we both smile. "You'll be surprised at what comes back, I promise. And I want a big important deal at your wedding!" "Whoa, take it easy, will you?! No one here was talking about marriage!" "Yeah, right, Liv."

Don and I snuggle further into the foxhole to get some sleep anyway.

Over the next few days, we get moved around and around. Fortunately, Bull was found again, and some trucks took us further to 'the island'. There we stay for some days and wait for further orders. Unfortunately, I have yet to have a chance to talk to Liebgott until then.

October 5, 1944 - The Island, Holland

We are sitting together in the basement of a house when I see Liebgott heading outside. I nod briefly to Don and then stand up. "Good luck," he whispers to me, and I nod.

Outside, I find Liebgott leaning against the wall. When he hears me, he looks up. "Hey," I say. "What do you want? Slap me again?" he asks back. "No. I'm here to apologize. I shouldn't have hit you." "Well, thanks," he says sarcastically, and I roll my eyes. "For fuck's sake, Joe. I'm trying to apologize here. I mean it. I'm really sorry. I... That whole day has really shaken me up. Not just the thing with the women." Now Joe is looking at me. "You kissing me again didn't help either," I mumble. "I guess now we're even." "Huh?" "I hit you, and you hit me. We're even." He averts his eyes again. I take another step toward him. "Anything else?"

"Why did you kiss me?" I ask him directly, and again he looks at me. "What?" "I want to know why you kissed me, Joe." Joe bites his lip and looks down at the floor. "Why did you kiss me back?" he then asks back. "No, that's not how it works, mister. I asked you a question, and I expect an honest answer. If all you want to do is play with me, then I'm going to tell you right now, as your superior, to knock it off because you just confuse the hell out of me!" Joe still says nothing. Then he walks up and stands in front of me. He brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear and then examines my face. "I'm not playing with you, Liv. I just... I like you, even if I can hardly admit it to myself." "Then why are you always picking fights with me? I don't understand." "Because it makes me angry to look at you. Not being able to be with you. Not being able to kiss you. And knowing you'll never want me. Seeing you with the other men. With Malarkey, Muck, Penkala, George. It's so easy for them. They can be close to you without anyone saying anything."

I look at him silently. "Who said you can't be close to me? Or can't be with me?" Joe looks at me. "Have you ever asked me what I think? Or did you just talk it into your stubborn head that this is the way it is? You're selfish; you know that?" "Well, thanks," he grumbles, turning away from me. "Don't you dare turn away from me now." Joe pauses and turns back around. "You're selfish because you never asked me what I wanted. You just assumed it. You convinced yourself I didn't want you, and then you concluded it for yourself, but you know what? I do like you, Joe. Even though sometimes you're the biggest asshole ever. I like you. And I don't give a shit what anyone says."

Again, he just looks at me. "Now kiss me already, you stubborn idiot," I whisper, and not even a second later, Joe's lips are on mine. He kisses me, and I immediately put my hands around his neck to pull him closer. The kiss quickly becomes more passionate, and I feel Joe's hands stroking my back and moving down. I break away, and we look at each other before we both have to chuckle. "I guess I just should've talked to you. We could have saved ourselves a lot," he then whispers against my lips, and I nod. "Yeah, you're an idiot." I gently push him off me.

I can't help but giggle. "Who would have thought...?" Suddenly I feel Joe's hands on my hips again. He looks down at me. His face comes closer to mine again, but I turn away from him a little. "We have to be careful, Joe. We can't let the officers find out about this, or we'll be on our way home faster than we'd love." Joe lowers his eyes for a moment. "You're probably right. Still going to be hard to keep my hands off you now, if I'm honest." I catch Joe off guard by kissing him again. "I think we can work this out." Joe smiles at me. "I hope so."

I take a few steps away from him and then look back again. In Joe's gaze, I can see clear desire. I've known him for more than two years now, which is why I'm well aware that he's a temperamental person in all ways. He is not the reserved romantic; no, he is the passionate, direct one. "What?" I ask. "Nothing... You're..." He breaks off. "What?" I ask again. Joe smiles and then looks down at the floor. "Nothing... Nevermind. Now go inside, or it'll be conspicuous. I'll catch up with you later," he says, and I nod before stepping back into the farm.

Don finds my gaze immediately, and I join them again. He is talking with Skip and Penkala. "So, how did it go?" he asks directly, and my three friends look at me expectantly. "Well..." I begin, but at that moment, Joe comes back in, and our eyes meet. He winks at me and then sits down with Skinny and the others. I blush and smile to myself. "Oh, I see it went very well, huh?" says Don, and I look at him. "Shut up, Don."

"So?" I take a deep breath. "Well, I guess you won't see as much fighting between us as before," I grin. "So he admitted it?" I look at my best friend. "He did." "I knew it!" Skip and Penk laugh. "So what now?" then Skip asks. "Are you guys... I don't know, together?" "What, no... Well, I don't know. It's not like we can really be together anyway. We can't let the officers know." "Still, we're happy for you, sweetheart," Don says, putting an arm around me. I smile and then look over at Joe, who is also smiling at me.

Suddenly, Winters walks in. "Listen up, men," he says, and the voices fall silent. "A patrol is planned to scout the immediate area. The following soldiers will take the first: Lesniewski, Strohl, Alley and Liebgott. Sergeant Youman will lead the patrol." My gaze searches directly for Joe's. Damn, why does he have to be sent directly on patrol now of all times? He looks at me as well, then sighs. Now that we've finally talked things out. Winters, meanwhile, looks around. "Okay, five minutes."

I rub my head. "Son of a bitch," I mutter, and Don gives me a quick look. As the group heads outside, I can't stop myself. I follow them outside. "Joe?" I call out, and he looks at me, surprised. The others also look at me questioningly. The fact that I want something from Liebgott is rather strange. "Got a sec?" I look briefly at Art Youman, who nods. Joe and I take a few steps away from the others. "What's up?" he asks. "I uh... I just wanted to tell you... Take care of yourself, will you?" Joe smirks. "Are you getting sentimental now?" he asks, amused, and I lightly thump his chest. "Don't get cocky now, okay! I'm serious, Joe." He looks at me and squeezes my hand briefly. "I promise, Liv." I nod and then step back. "Okay, Liebgott. Let's go", Youman addresses him now, and I nod.

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