I just wanted to tell you that I will not be sticking completely to script! This s because I find that if you stick to the script completely, you can basically guess the whole plotline. Don't worry the main events and scenes will still be written, the men just won't say exactly the same things that they do in the movie.

Enjoy the first chapter!

"Alright men, make sure you spread out. I do not want to see you all grouped together like sheep, we have 30 seconds until we land, I'll see you on the beach." The Captain yelled over the sound of the crashing waves. The sound of guns firing and bombs going off could be heard in the distance.

Alison Taylor stood at the back of a group of large men, all squished into the one tiny space. Out of the corner of her eye she could make out someone vomiting all over the floor, not being able to move so they could aim out the side of the boat.

She felt her stomach twist. She knew that this was the moment where she would prove that it wasn't only men that could shoot, or fight, or run for that matter. None of the men knew that Alison was a girl; she had introduced herself as Andrew Peterson, a small boy from Oklahoma who had not quite hit puberty yet.

The salt water that continuously splashed her face reminded her of the fact that she probably wasn't going to be able to have a shower for a long time now. She mentally cursed at the fact that she would have to sneak out at extremely early hours of the morning just to clean herself, in fear of exposing herself to the men.

The crashing sound of the boat opening up jolted her out of her day dreams. She looked forward, men being shot and killed almost immediately. She felt her eyes widen as she lowered herself, in hope that she would be made less of a target. She gripped the gun tight in her hands, it being her only comfort in this moment.

"Over the sides."Came a yell from the Captain, before he launched himself over the side of the boat, others, including Alison, followed his orders.

Her body immediately tensed up with the contact of the icy cold salt water against her body. She felt herself being pulled under as she began to fumble with her pack, trying to get it off so she wouldn't drown. She felt the buckles come loose as she was beginning to lose her breath; her pack was soon off her shoulders and sinking to the bottom, as she pushed up wards and began to swim to the top.

Alison resurfaced and began to take deep breaths before swimming towards the shore, keeping as low as possible. Once she felt the wet sand on the ground she began to crawl up the beach, coughing up water as she did. She positioned herself behind a barrier to catch her breath.

It was that moment when Alison realized she no longer had her gun, she immediately froze, watching the men around her, bloodied and bruised. She knew that most of them were unlikely to live. They let out screams of pain, unable to control their minds and thoughts.

"Private, where is your gun?" she heard someone yell in her ear. She turned to face the man who spoke.

He was a Captain, but not her Captain, unable to remember if she had seen the man before she just stared at him blankly, not able to form a single word. The man then lifted his hand and placed it firmly on her shoulder, shaking her out of any sort of trance she was in.

"Sorry sir, what was that?" She asked, yelling over the sounds of the screams and guns.

"Where is your gun?" He yelled again.

"I dropped it while getting my pack off sir." He turned his head, quickly taking a look around of the area.

"Take a gun, then meet up at the top of the beach, where is your Captain?" He asked.

"No idea sir, haven't seen him since he went over the side of the boat." She shrugged before running off towards some men, ducking behind barriers to catch her breath.

She finally reached a man who was lying dead, his gun lying on the ground beside him. She picked up the gun and checked to see if it was loaded, before pulling some ammo out of the man's pocket and ducking back behind a barrier.

She loaded the gun and began to look for the safest path up the beach. Once she had surveyed the area for a few seconds she began to sprint up the beach, dodging bullets as she went.

After a few near misses and tripping up on a detached leg, she made it to a sand back, throwing herself against the sand, not caring where she landed.

"Ow, holy shit, watch were you're going." I heard a voice yell from underneath me. I looked down to see another soldier beneath me. I immediately rolled off of the man muttering an apology as I did so.

"Peterson here!" I yelled as I looked to see that the Captain that I had talked to earlier was looking over to see who had arrived.

"Reiben here, sir." The guy who I had landed on yelled.

"Anyone else?" yelled another man, obviously directing it towards the other private and not me.

"Jackson, but that's about it he replied." As 2 more men landed beside us.

"Mellish, Sir."

"And Caparzo."

The Captain began to look around for a bit before turning back to the men.

"Where's our medic?" He yelled over to no one in particular.

"He's still on the beach, helping out men, he said ones so bad, he's sprung a hundred leaks and he's all out." yelled Caparzo.

The Captain turned to look out at the beach, along with the rest of the men. He spotted him after a moment of looking and turned back around.

"Get his attention."

All of the men began to yell out to the medic, calling out his name. He didn't seem to hear the men, so one ran forward, Mellish, to be exact, and dragged him away from the now dead body he was trying to fix.

Once Mellish had arrived back with Wade one of the men ordered for us to get the injured and dead's weapons and ammo. Alison was the first one from the bank to run forward to the injured men.

She picked up another ones gun, and pulled the ammo from around the person's neck before sprinting back and throwing herself against the sandy wall. She looked around to see that apart from the Captain and the other man, who she now guessed was a sergeant by the way the men had followed his orders without protest.

The Captain then ordered for the Bangalore's to be brought up. As the men began to set them up, Alison suddenly felt a heavy weight land on top of her. She looked to see that the man, who she had previously landed on, had gotten his payback.

"Thanks for that dude."

"No problem, who are you anyway? Never seen you in our company before." He asked, almost completely disregarding the fact that we were in the middle of a battle right now.

"The names Peterson, Andrew Peterson, I'm from a different troop, but I can't seem to find any of them so your Captain told me to join you until I do so." Alison replied, hunkering down in the sand to hide from any passing bullets.

"Right, well I'm Reiben."He replied before turning away.

"Alright we're in business, defilade, other side of the hole!" the sergeant yelled.

Alison began to run forward to where the other men who were in front of her. They began to pile on top of each other as they hid behind a wall for shelter.

Alison could make out a small, "Fuck, I can't move." from somewhere in the pile.

As the men began to sort themselves out so it was easier to move, the Captain began to give out orders.

The men whose names were called out began to run forward. Some of the men ran just a few meters before ducking behind a small hill and firing towards the Germans, others trying to make their way up to the bunkers.

The Captain then sent Jackson, the sniper forward. The Captain then turned to look at Alison.

"Peterson, get out there and give Jackson some cover for me will you?" He asked.

Alison nodded before running forward and running to stop at a hill just a few meters before the crater where Jackson was getting his gun ready.

Alison began to shoot towards the men until she saw that Jackson was ready and about to shoot, she stopped firing her gun, keeping an eye on the activity up above her.

2 shots went off almost immediately after she had stopped, the first killing a German, the other killing another German, sending him forward through the sandbags and off the edge of the cliff. Alison let a smile creep onto her face as she saw the men fall. She knew that they had won now.

She began to step up and run towards the hill leading to the bunkers, but before she could, she somehow managed to slip on a rock soaked in blood, sending her head-first into the ground. The force of her head hitting the side of the helmet immediately made her feel dizzy.

As she tried to sit back up, a hand forced her back down.

"It's okay, I saw you hit your head, lie back down I just need to check if you've split your head open or something alright? It'll only be a few seconds." She heard a voice say, she managed to make out the medics face.

Alison nodded, not being able to comprehend what he was saying. She didn't understand, she had hit her head plenty of times before and this had never happened, not so suddenly anyway.

The medic slowly lifted the helmet off of her head before she could protest. Once the helmet was off, he began to move her hair out of the way, his hand suddenly stopped as it brushed against something cold and metal in the private's hair.

He moved the hair out of the way more to see that it was a bobby pin, he knew this because he had seen them lying around his mothers bathroom before. He began to look around the soldier's hair more, finding at 10 more bobby pins as he did so.

He pulled them out of the soldier's hair to find that the hair was much longer for the average male. He turned the soldier over and looked "him" in the eye.

"You're not a guy."

Alison's eyes immediately widened. He can't know the secret; no one else can; only he can know now.

Before Alison could get a word in, her helmet was placed back on her head and she was scooped up into the medic's arms. He began to run up towards the bunkers carefully, making sure to look out for any German soldiers. He then realized that most of the men had begun to surrender.

Wade soon spotted the Captain, who was sitting with Sergeant Horvath, Mellish, Jackson, and Caparzo. He began to race over, no longer caring about the Germans, who had mostly surrendered now, only the occasional shot going off.

"Captain, we have a situation." He said, laying the now unconscious girl onto the ground in front of the men. Shock evident on their faces.