Hey! Thank you so much for taking the time to even open my story! I started this FanFic a couple months ago, so I'll have a new chapter often. I've never done an FanFiction before, but I'm really enjoying it! Please let me know how I'm doing, I really want to grow as a writer! Again, thank you!

I don't own anybody except Essie and Dixie and I have a deep respect for the real men of Easy Company. I'm basing this off of the amazing mini-series. Enjoy! :)

Chapter Two-

She stood there, small and scared. There was a nauseous feeling raving at her stomach. Instinctively she raised her hand up to her throat, and clasped a small locket that contained a picture of Dixie and her. Dixie was her main motivation. As she looked up from the patch of dirt that her hazel eyes were fixed upon, the glorious American flag caught her eyes. As she admired it, it waved in the hot Georgia breeze and she remembered this was her other inspiration.

This moment filled with fear mixed with a small pep talk was shattered when a towering odd faced man stormed towards the formation of uniformed men.

"You people are at the position of attention!" His sharp words barked. He began to criticize everything about them. The list went on as he poked at their minute infractions, and he even bullied with their last names. A speech spewed from his bitter mouth, one that Esther would come to hate. 'Easy Company' flew from his jaws, and it was the only comforting this she had heard all day. Easy Company- this was her company.

Holding her Army greens out in front of her, she realized that she needed to change. She discovered this when some of the men continued to sneak glances over at her, questioning her presence. She hurriedly looked down at her neatly pressed uniform and saw her name sewn into the front. It read 'Fusillade', which meant a rapid discharge of firearms. How appropriate, she snorted to herself. Esther glanced back up at the men, and cringed as she realized a horrid nickname would defiantly be assigned to her.

Esther was practically forced to stop daydreaming when the furious man yelled, "We're running Currahee!" From the groans of the men, she could tell all of this would be far from a pleasurable experience. She began to watch the men as they jogged into the barracks, but a man with delightfully dark hair had to retrieve his bayonet. As he bent down to pick it up, he winked at Esther. Her face flushed a deep red.

"Private Fusillade!"

She jumped, and she knew he wanted her when he pointed to the ground that lay in front of him. Esther jogged over to the tall fierce man and then clapped to attention.

"Sir?"

"Change into your PT gear, woman. You, will be running Currahee."

There was that funny sounding word again. She saluted and he ignored her and pointed his long finger towards the longer yet building that all the men had just gone into.

Oh, God. This was going to be absolute hell, she thought to herself as she reluctantly walked into the doorway. The instant her small figure made its great debut, two short men stopped their arguing, and others stopped their complaining about Sobel… whoever that was. Everybody's eyes were fixed solely on her. Not knowing how to act, she flashed her most brilliant smile, and a short puppet-like man came up to her.

"Hey, babe. We've been waitin' for you. There's your cot, ya better hurry up and change," he said pointing to a bed, with a sly look on his face.

WHAT? She shrieked in her head, what? I have to take off this dress in front of men? I've never even met these men!

"Shit," rolled out of her bewildered mouth. A loud roar of laughter rang throughout the small room. What was so funny? Esther's faced flushed a deep blood red, as she began to unzip her dress. So, this was how it was going to be.

Esther was a girl with some meat on her bones. She wasn't fat, and nobody in High School had ever bothered her. She reluctantly pulled on her white tee and navy shorts. And they stood up to their name, as they were the shortest article of clothing she had ever dared wear. As she stood up from her cot, a short man with black hair and bushy eyebrows cat called, and puppet boy whistled to her as he jogged outside. The other guys tried to make friends with her and they shook her hand as they too left. Private White and a man named Lipton were left, talking.

"You might, uh, wanna put your hair up. You're gonna get real sweaty, real fast."

He must have seen her begin combing it with her fingers as she brought it over her shoulder. Realizing somebody was in a way giving her an order, Esther nodded and squeaked a timid, "Yes, sir." Lipton walked out the door, grinning. When he was gone, she hurriedly twisted it up into a messy bun, exposing the already beading sweat on her neck. Trying to make a friend, she asked White if he was coming in the sweetest voice she could muster. All he did was stare intently at the floorboards, and Esther was so confused at why he acted so scared. Then, she made her way to the rest of the men. They were knocking the hats off of other uniformed men in a different company. Why was Easy the only company in PT gear? This was a question that everybody would ask themselves often.