Hell Hath None-Fury Sorry if it is a bit chopy in the beginning. It's going to get better i promise. I jut needed to get the first chapter up. So what do you guys think?

She had been in Germany for four long, cold, wet months, hopping from one platoon to another. Every time she got settled into a group and making friends, they died. Not all of them, but enough to make them be placed into another unit. She has yet to be shot, but she burned her leg a month before. It was almost bad enough to send her home, but it was able to heal quickly. Few people knew she was a woman, most of the ones who did know were medics. She did not want to risk getting sent home.

She wasn't sure how she managed to keep it a secret, she didn't really look like a boy. Maybe it was the extremely baggy clothes that hid everything and her short hair that mimicked everyone elses.

The truck she was in hit a bump in the muddy road, jolting her out of her daze. She felt it slow to a stop. She looked out the back and saw the American army had taken up a small town. There were tanks in the square and soldiers milling about. She had been in Germany long enough to be able to block out the dead and severly injured. The mud and cold was just another part o life for her. It was dark, grey, and cold. She missed the laughter from her first group. Maybe their laughter and joking nature is what got them killed. She could still hear the laughs echoing followed by the blast that had begun the massacre. She and the few others piled out and headed over to the tent of men who seemed to be in charge.

They all reported for duty and were dished out their next placements. There were only a small handful of men with her. Each one was called to step forward and given their assignment.

"Private Jack Edwards." She pulled her hat lower and stepped forward. "Assigned to Sergant Collier, assistant driver on the tank." The girl nodded and stepped back into formation. The other men did the same when their names were called. It was quick and no-nonsense. No one had time to deal with them so the new boys were on their own. After being dismissed, they went around looking for their new platoons. She went around near the tanks looking for her sergant. One man passed by her with bright blue eyes and a cold expression. He looked like a man in charge who could point her in the right direction so she followed him.

"Hey. Sir!" She called out. He stopped and looked at her. His gaze went right through her and for a second she worried he knew her secret already. "Sorry. I'm looking for Seargant Collier."

"What the fuck do you want with him?" The man asked in a harsh tone. The girl, whose actual name was Jacqueline, brushed off his cold demeanor. She had been here long enough to understand it.

"I've been assigned to him. I'm his new driver." She informed him. His look hardened.

"No you aren't." He said and turned to walk away.

"Yes, I am. Where is he?" She argued and followed, hoisting her bag over her shoulder.

"You're fucking looking at him. I didn't ask for a new driver." He said.

"Well you got one." She stated firmly.

"Who fucking told you this, hu? Who?" He spun with his hands on his hips. She stood firm and tried not to show her intimidation. She pointed to the man who was luckily out of the tent. Collier seemed to sigh in defeat. "How fuckign old are you, you can't be old enough to be enlisted." His tone seemed less aggressive but still firm.

"Twenty, sir." She said. He looked at her, studying her. She had to fight the urge to fidget.

"Name." He said. It took her off guard for a minute. "Hu?"

"Name. What's your name?" He said impatiently.

"Oh, uh Jack Edwards, sir." She said and stuck her hand out to shake his hand. "How long have you been here?" He did not shake her hand.

"Four months." She said quietly. He nodded. "You know how to shoot?" She nodded. He turned and pointed to a tank that had the name Fury painted on it. "Home. That is your new home until you leave, die or the war ends. Do what you are told, don't get attached." He said. She nodded. Don't get attaatched. That either meant he was going to try to get her transferred or people out there died quickly. Jack was guessing both.

He walked away and she headed to the tank. Three men were working on it. Two were up top with the guns and one was on the ground watching them, humming. It looked like they were taking apart the guns. She approached the one on the ground. He had a mustache and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Hey. I'm Jack Edwards. I'm the new driver." The man turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "Seargant Collier sent me over here. What can I do to help?" She asked firmly, hoping to be able to show she isn't dead weight. The other two jumped down. The Hispanic man walked behind her. She felt him try to grab her bag. The moment she felt it move, she stepped back and elbowed him in the gut.

"Don't touch my shit." She threatened quietly. He backed off and the other two men chuckled. The one in suspenders spoke. "He sure showed you, Gordo."

"Shut the fuck up man." Gordo said quietly.

"Now hold on, no reason to get so worked up." The man with the mustache said. "Just trying to help is all." She did not believe him. "Where you from? Missouri?" She shook her head.

"Naw, he's from Alabama." The one in overalls suggested.

"Pennsylvania. Out in bum-fuck nowhere." She said.

"No one gives a fuck." The overalls man said. sHe glared at him and sighed through her nose. The lord was testing her patience. She looked down and tried to count to ten. "Lord give me strength." She muttered.

"Hey, Bible, you got a praying man!" Gordo said and tapped him on the arm.

"What kind? Catholic? Protestant?" He asked and tossed his finished cigarrete to the ground.

"Episcopalian. Born and raised." She said and shifted her bag to her other shoulder. He nodded.

"You go to tank school?" He asked next.

"Do you ask everyone all these questions?" She retorted. She was cold, tired, hungry, and felt as if her fingers were going to fall off. The three men laughed. "Only those I have to work with."

"No. Never been, never even heard of it. I got my practice out on the front. Crash course, you could say." She said irritably. "Been doing that four almost four months." The men nodded. The man in overalls stepped to the side and hit the tank.

"This is gonna be your seat. Climb on in and have a look. We just fixing up some electrical work right now." He said and climbed back up the tank. The other two went about what they were doing and Jack, the girl, climbed in. It was tight, but not too tight. If there had been another person there before her, you wouldn't really be able to tell much. All of his personal stuff had been cleared out.

She was personalizing her area. Her small Saint Christopher pendant was hanging from the ceiling. On the small chain was the pendant and a small cross. On the wall was a small picture of her family and her sister's family. There was a small picture beneath them that just held a small boy's smiling face. He was no older than seven. There was a picture of her and the boy but she kept it hidden in her pocket. That picture had her with her long hair and girl clothes.

She sat staring at the little boy for a while until she heard a lot of noise from a lot of people. She climbed up through her hatch to see Bible restraining her Seargant and men escorting an SS officer away. She guessed Collier had attacked him. She thought Bible should just let him kill the fucker. As the SS officer was escorted past her, he glanced her way and she spat in his dierection. They were awful people. She hoped every last one burned.

Collier turned to her. "SS Officer. You kill every last one, you hear me? They're real assholes." She nodded.

"Trust me I know. Fucking bastards." She said. The man in overalls, Grady, climbed up there with her. "Hell yeah. That's what I'm fucking talking about. Gonna go kill us some Nazi sum bitches," he hollered after a man had ordered them to head out.

"Mount up! Move out!" She heard the call. She climbed back in and got settled. Gordo got in the seat next to her. They nodded at each other. Drivers were drivers, they had a universal language all to their own. One would rest, the other would drive. That's the unspoken way of it. He decided to let her take the first shift of driving, so she could get a feel of the tank. She didn't mind. She wanted something that would take up her focus. Anxiety and fear began rising in her gut like always. The tension hardly ever subsided.

They drove for a while, the tank moving slowly and steadily. It was cold and she flexed her fingers that had gone stiff. The joints in her fingers had frozen and tensed up. The tank provided little warmth and her gloves had been long gone. She had a scarf back in December but she gave that to a small child.

She flexed her hands and swore. "Son of a bitch." She muttered quietly. "God Dammit."

"Hey, now. Don't be using the Lord's name in vain." Bible said mockingly.

"What's wrong?" Collier asked from his standing position in a relaxed tone, still looking out of the tank.

"Nuthin' sir. Hands are fucking freezing to the controls." She said.

"Well, why don't you use your gloves now, dumb ass." Grady mocked and nudged the back of her head with his foot.

"My gloves are holier than your friend Bible here. I had to toss 'em. They got burned up." She said.

"How the fuck did you manage that?" Grady asked while he smoked a cigarrete.

"My leg was on fire. My gloves were on my hands. I tried to get the fire out. Burned through and burned my hands a bit. Nothing serious. Jut annoying for a while." She said and shrugged.

"Damn, son. Coulda burned alive." She nodded to what Grady said.

The group rode in silence for a while. Around two in the afternoon, when it was warmest, she woke Gordo up so he could take a turn driving. She popped her hatch and sat on top, joining Grady, Bible and Collier in the little bit of sun shine they could get. She stuck her hands in her pockets. The sun had come out and she let it warm her face.

"Edwards. You from PA right?" Collier asked. She nodded. "How did a farmer get into the army. Don't we need you guys growing food for us back home?" He asked. She had to think carefully on how she answered. She wasn;t really needed at the farm so her leaving wasn't a big deal in terms of finding a replacement. Back in America, she was a woman. She was a woman with no future. At least here she ment something, could do something, make a change.

"Parents own the farm. I just worked there. Few months before I joined, my sister and her husband were arrested in Germany." She began. She was interrupted.

"The fuck were they doing here?" Grady asked, assuming they were Nazi sympathizers.

"Shut up and I'll tell ya." She bit at him defensively and shot him a glare. "They were smuggling Jews outta Germany. SS caught them and gunned down everyone on sight, from what I heard." She said. There was an awkward silence from the three men, not sure what to say for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry about your sister and her husband." Collier offered. She shrugged and began looking for her cigarettes. She finally found them and began smoking.

"Worst part was, they have a kid. He's only seven but he's an adorable little shit. Sweetest kid." She said and ducked back into the tank. She gently peeled off his picture and stood outside again. She handed it to Bible. "His name's Norman. He still doesn't know they're dead. No one knows how to tell him. All he knows is that they haven't come back. I told him I'd bring them home. He's with my parents at the farm." The three passed the picture around. Collier got it last and nodded when he handed the picture back to her. "He's the reason I'm here. I wanna do my part in the war so it'll end before he has to go." She stated honestly. Everything she said was the truth. She was glad she didn't have to lie. She hated it, always worrying if people would see through it.

"Cute kid." Bible offered. She nodded and crouched down to put his picture back on the walls. She sat back on the outside of the tank and listened to the men talking. They were a riot, talking about who God can save, if some Nazi were going to heave, if Hitler would fuck someone for a chocolate bar. It was nice, she had missed the banter.

When the wind began to pick up she climbed back down into the tank. She missed the warm fire in her living room. It was days like this when she would sit next to it with a good book. She left her hatch open so fresh air could come in and blow out the smell of sweat and smoke. She watched as clouds rolled overhead and darkened. Rain was coming.

When the rain did finally come, she closed her hatch reluctantly.

"Does it ever stop raining here?" She asked after it closed. Grady laughed.

"Naw, it's fucking hell here. Can't be having nice weather here." He said and kicked her shoulder. She sighed and rested her head against the wall, trying to get some shut eye. She hadn't been sleeping well lately. Most nights she found herself waking up in a panic. She would be looking at one of the men in her first platoo and he would eplode right in front of her. Some nights she woke up screaming. It wasn't often, but it was often enough for her to want to stop sleeping in an attempt to avoid it.

After about an hour, the rain stopped and the sun bean to peak through. She found herself back on the outside of the tank, talking to Bible. The tanks they were traveling with were in open field and the tree lines were out of range for even the tanks to reach. No one expected bullets to begin to rain down on them. Jack jumped when a bullet ricoched off the tank next to her hand. Everyone began yelling and swearing. She jumped down and slammed her hatch shut, heart racing wildly. Grady followed Bible through their hatch and began firing up the canonPeople began yelling and they fired up the tanks. She rotated her gun towards the field.

"I don't see 'em! Where they shooting from?" Gordo yelled. Jack scanned the field. When she saw where the bullets were coming from, she honed in. "Found 'em." She said and fired in short bursts. She continued until she was sure they were out. She moved on to the next group. The other tanks were firing as well. Her and Gordo decided to see who could get the most.

"Gordo, let's see who can get the most. Pack of smokes to the person who gets the most." She wagered.

"Aw, yeah. Be prepared to pay up, man." Gordo said confidently.

The line of tanks were able to quickly get rid of the Nazi's hiding in the trenches they hid under grasses. It took fifteen minutes tops. Eventually she heard the order to cease fire, followed quickly by an all clear. Jack sighed in relief and leaned back in her chair.

"Not bad, kid." Gordo said to her. She smiled and pulled the bill of her hat down a bit in thanks.

"Alright boys, let's go see what we can find." Collier said. Jack grabbed her gun and pulled herself out of the tank. She hopped off and slowly began sweeping the field, making sure the Nazi soldiers were dead. So far none were alive and it saddened her. Most of them seemed to be kids. There was an adult in every other trench but for the most part it was just young teens. Just fucking kids.

"This is fucked up." She said. Grady had come up next to her as she dropped one of the trench covers onto the ground next to her.

"Sure as hell is. What kind of a fucked up bastard does this?" He said. The two moved on, looking at the bodies on the ground. No one wanted to jump into the trenches but she saw a few brave souls doing it. The two walked past the uncovered trench. They had begun heading towards the next one when a metallic cling caught Jack's attention. She turned and saw a grenade rolling towards them.

"GRENADE!" She yelled as she shoved Grady in front of her before throwing both of them to the ground. The grenade had exploded before they could hit the ground completely and she caught some shrapnel. She let out a pained yell and fell next to Grady. The blast had made them both lose temporary hearing and Jack's sight was foggy at best. He was cut up but nothing too serious. Jack had scrapes but she clutched at her side where a small piece of debris had stuck her. It wouldn't be too bad if it was looked at properly. She hoped to God it didn't hit anything serious. She faintly heard gun fire and could see the flashes of the guns. It stopped soon and she could faintly hear someone calling her. Grady's face was above hers and she barely registered him gently tapping her face. She also didn't realize he had turned her over. She blinked to try to get her eyes to work properly. Her ears were ringing and everything sounded muffled. Soon Bible's face appeared and his hand brushed away the hair that had fallen on her forehead and into her eyes. He tried to talk to her but she couldn't hear. She kept blinking and she furrowed her eyebrows. Grady and Bible said something to each other before Bible called over his shoulder to someone. She felt her hands on her side and she tried to look. Her hearing had started to improve quickly, she could hear Bible calling for Collier to grab the first aid kit. She tried to lift her head to see her side but Bible's hand gently forced her to keep her head down. He turned to speak to her.

"Head down." Was all she heard.

"Be ok." Was what she heard Grady say with a smile. "Crazy ass sum bitch." Jack heard as her hearing got sharper. Her eyesight returned to normal. She lifted a hand to push away Bible's arm and it caught his attention. He turned to her smiling.

"Good, you're ok. Keep your head down." He said and Collier came into her line of sight with the med kit. He passed it off to Bible. "You fit your head on the ground really fucking hard. Be surprised if you don't got a concussion."

"First day here and you're getting' yourself blown up." Collier said with a small smile. She just gave him a dead stare.

"I'm fine." She tried to swat away the hands. The movement jostled her side and her hands went back to the shrapnel sticking out of her and stifled a groan. Grady laughed and pulled her hands away. It wasn't too deep of a cut. Her thick jacket and clothes had helped signifigantly but it did get her. Once it was out, it wouldn't be much of an issue unless it got infected.

"Let's get some of these layers outta the way." Bible said. This made her begin to panic and she began to struggle. Collier looked at her, confused as to why she resisted.

"No! I can do it myself! Let me go." She insisted as she tried to sit up.

"Stop, you'll fuck it up worse." Collier said firmly as he knelt down. Grady held her arms away and Bible was cutting away at her shirt after the jackets were moved out of the way. He ripped the bottom half of the shirt and stopped. The shrapnel had gotten her right under her ribs. It was very shallow, but when Bible ripped the fabric more, it revealed her ribs and the hint of her bra.

"There's no way." He mumbled, catching the men's attention. "No fucking way." He said as he looked at Jack who stared back at him in worry. Collier noticed it too and sat with his eyebrows raised, slightly shocked. He had his suspicions as to why Jack had no facial hair and his chest was slightly fuller. Gordo ran up and hovered over Bible.

"Holy shit. You're a girl?" He asked bluntly. She frowned and forced Grady to let go of her. When they removed her shirt, it was very easy to see the feminine curve of her waist. There was too much of a curve for it to be a man's waist. She slowly nodded. "Oh shit." He breathed.

"Holy fuck. Our new driver's a fucking girl!" Grady said to Collier. Collier sat on his rear silently.

"She fights like a man, too." Collier said. He didn't mind having her, but it was odd having a girl fight beside him. They should be home where it's safe. He would have to report it probably and she would probably be removed and sent home. She'd get into a lot of trouble. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do about it yet. She was a good addition, and she didn't seem to be dragging them down. Hell, she outlasted two of her other platoons.

Bible set out to removing the fragment from her side.

"This, uh, this is going to hurt." He said after clearing his throat, now uncomfortable to be working on a woman. She rolled her eyes. "You, uh, you can scream if you need to." He tried to tell her, let her know they won't judge her.

"Please. I've been in Germany for four months. Don't treat me different just 'cause I'm a girl. Gimme a glove to bite down on." She said. Bible helped her get a glove between her teeth. She bit down as hard as she could and took a few deep breaths.

"Ready?" Bible asked. She nodded. Bible quickly pulled it out and she felt her torso and stomach spams in pain. Her jaw clenched shut on the glove and tried to keep a groan back. It ended up only being a quiet, muffled grunt. She tried to curl in on herself but Bible and Grady kept her from squirming. They didn't want her to rip the muscle or damage it anymore than it was. She blinked her eye and they went wide with pain. It took her a few moments before she could let go of the glove. Bible chuckled as he set the piece of metal down and set to patching up the cut. It wasn't deep but it was wide. Gordo picked up the piece of metal. It was sharp and had rough jagged edges, almost like hooks.

"Damn, girl. You a tough one." HE said. She hummed in annoyance. She was in a lot of ain and her patience as nearly gone. Bible cleaned it up as best he could and bandage it as best as he could. "Keep pressure on it and make sure it don't get infected." He said to her. He wasn't meeting her eyes. "Can you sit up?" He asked. She tried but it was too painful at the moment. She was sore and shaken up from the blast.

Bible finally met her eyes and he and Grady helped her up into a standing position. She thanked them.

"Don't thank me sweat heart, you saved my ass. I should be fucking thanking you." He said jokingly as he tried to wrap her arm around his shoulders to help her walk. She pulled her arm away and smiled. At least someone wasn't shocked into silence.

"Thanks, but I can walk. Hit my side not my legs." She said and looked around for her hat. She spotted it and walked over to grab it. It had been blown away by the blast. It hurt a bit to walk, but it wasn't anything too bad. She only had a slight limp and she kept her hand on her side, applying pressure.

She picked up her hat with difficulty and dusted it off. She turned to Gordo.

"Hey Gordo. You kill him?" She asked, pointing to the man who threw the grenade. He nodded. "He doesn't count. I got more than you, I won." She stated firmly, referencing their competition. "Pay up, asshole." She said teasingly with a smile. Gordo laughed

"Aw man, I got out gunned by a woman!" He complained and dug into his pocket. He pulled out and tossed it to her. She was able to catch it with one hand. She was glad. If it had hit the floor, there was a very good possibility it was going to stay there. Grady was laughing and taunting Gordo. Bible shook his head, not approving of the gambling. Collier watched them, how they interacted. She fit in very well with them. It was the quickest they had taken to anyone and she was able to keep up. Making her leave would mean they would get another replacement. It wouldn't sit well with anyone. He lit up a cigarette while he was thinking.

"Glad to see that blast didn't keep you down long." He said while standing. "Go back to the tank and rest up for a bit." He ordered. She nodded with a small smile and moved to head back. "Edwards. What's your real name?" He asked. She turned and smiled, glad to be able to use her real name. "Jacqueline Edwards, sir." She responded before letting her smile fall. "You gonna report me?" She asked nervously. His men looked to him and he thought about it.

He shook his head. "Nah. If they were blind enough to let you in the army in the first place, that's on them. You've made it four months, let's see how long you can make it." He said. She smiled in thanks. She would get to stay. She like the platoon she was in. It was the only place she was welcome. When she left, her mother had pitched a fit. If Jack went home, she would not be welcome. Her father had not been so angry, more so worried for her safety. He had already lost one daughter, he did not want to lose another. Her father helped Norman to write to her. According to the last letter, her mother was still unforgiving.

She and Gordo began walking back to the tank. She couldn't hide her smile. Her fellow driver seemed to notice and laughed.

"You just got hit by a grenade. Why you so happy?" He asked. She smiled even bigger.

"I'm alive, for starters. I'm not getting shipped home. You guys are alive. I don't have to try and hide anymore. That's the biggest reason. I just hope you guys don't act any different." She admitted at the end. Gordo thought about that. After her saving Grady, they had all come to the conclusion that she belonged, she was family. It was hard to see her as anything but. They might have only known her for a day, but she fit in well She did what she was told and she did damn well at what she did.

"I don't think you have to worry about that, Jack." He said as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Really?" She asked hopefully. He nodded.

"Sure. You saved Grady and almost got yourself killed trying to save one of us. You family know kid. No changing that. You get our backs, we get yours. That's how we are." He assured her and tapped her shoulder.

"Thanks Gordo." She said and he nodded. "Hey, Gordo, how much farther do you think-" Her sentence was cut off when the ground beneath her gave out and she let out a shout when she crashed into the trench. Dirt and mud and grasscovered her and she coughed and groaned.

"Jack! You good, man?" Gordo asked from above. She sat up and looked to him. It was a deep trench.

"Yeah. Getting' tired of being bet up today." She said and began removing the bits of wood and earth from her legs. She rolled herself into a crouching position but froze when the SS officer's leg next to her moved. He was laying on his back opposite of her. She had no gun. He did. Gordo had moved on to the next trench after figuring out she was ok. He was only one over, wating for her to climb out. The SS Officer sat up and stared at her wildly. In a flash he reached for his gun. At the same time Jack launched herself at him with a shout. She landed on top of him and struggled for the gun. One of her knees was on his chest and she struggled for the gun. She punched him in the face, hoping he would loosen his grip. The gun was aimed upwards and he pulled the trigger. A bulet went out of the trench and the sound alerted the rest of the American troops. It was a mistake on his part.

The struggle in the narrow, soggy trench was awkward and difficult. He tried to role her off but she braced against the wall. One hand kept the gun aimed away from her and she punched him in the face again. He lashed out and struck her jaw while rolling the other way. She fell off of him and into the standing water and mud. He sat and aimed the gun at her. He pulled the trigger but all it did was click. He was out. She smiled in relief. He stood and she launched at him again, smile gone. She had to get rid of him. He swung but he swiped her arm away and kicked her in the gut. She stumbled back and he advanced, knocking her into the water. He put a knee on her chest and forced her down into the mud and water. She was in the deepest part where all the water had pooled. She struggled to keep her head out of the water and swallowed some of the nasty mud water. His hands wrapped around her throat in an attempt to strangle her. In desperation she struck her fist straight up. It hit his nose with enough force to break it. His head snapped back and he loosened his grip. With a grunt she rolled forward and kicked him back. Her foot hit his face and she coughed up some water she had inhaled. Jack pumped on his back. He had landed face down in the mud. She sat on his back and grabbed his hair. She slammed his head into the mud.

"How you that, you son of a bitch!" She yelled and slammed his head down again. "This is what you get! Try and fucking drown me, you fucking shit!" SH slammed his head into the mud when he tried to for her off. She had one knee on his back and the other on the ground. She pressed his head further into the mud and put more weight on the knee that was pinning his back. She was going to suffocate him. She brought his head back up and slammed it again. She was so filled with hate and anger. He was a fucking SS Officer. He could have been the one to gun down her sister. It wasn't likely but she didn't care. She hated him.

"This is what you get! For trying to fucking drown me!" She yelled and slammed his head. He began to yell and shout, trying to get air as he struggled. She slammed his head. "For using fucking kids to do your goddamn dirty work!" She pushed it in deeper before yanking his head up at a painful angle. The SS Officer saw the American troops standing at the top of the trench, watching them, guns lowered but still ready to shoot if needed. Jack didn't notice.

She slammed his head down again. "For killing my friends! You fucking piece of shit! This is what you get!" She lifted his head briefly. She was keeping him alive long enough for her to let out some pent up anger. "For those kids! For my friends! For fucking damn near blowing me up!" She yelled in anger. "For my fucking sister!" She yelled. "You fucking killed her you sick fucking pig!" She shoved his head down into the mud. "This is what you fucking get for fucking with us you fucking bastard!" She yelled and pressed his head even farther into the mud. The officer struggled. She held him down and forced his face deeper into the mud. She sat there, waiting for him to stop moving. It took a few minutes, but eventually, he stopped struggling. She could still feel a pulse in his neck so she kept his head down for a little longer. It was faint but still there. She sat in silene as she felt it slowly fade away. She sat there and counted to thirty before she let go, just to be safe. Once she was sure he was dead, she leaned back and looked up, surprised to see a few soldiers looking back at her.

"How long were you standing there?" She asked incredulously. Collier smiled a bit.

"For a while." He offered. She scowled.

"Why the fuck didn't you help?" She yelled at them.

"You seemed like you fucking got it." Grady laughed at her. She glared at him and stood. She was covered in mud. Collier and Bible knelt down and offered hands out to her, wich she took. The trench was a good foot deeper than her. She wondered how the kids were supposed to get out. Or maybe the SS Officers knew it would be their grave. They pulled her out of the trench and Grady slapped her back.

"Damn, son. Who knew you'd be such a fucking blood thirsty little shit!" He exclaimed loudly. She brushed her hair back. It was cut very similar to Collier's, so she still had hair in her face at times. The soldiers began to disperse. Collier stepped towards her.

"You forgot your gun." He said sternly but with a small smile. "Don't fucking lose it again." He ordered. She nodded.

"Yes, sir." She replied. He nodded to her. The small upturn of his lips made her pleased. He approved of her behavior in the trench. She would get along with him fine. Her last Sergeant didn't like how aggressive she was. It may have been because he knew she was a girl though. They went back to their tank and someone shouted out the orders to roll out. She turned and looked at the destroyed field as they left. A part of her mourned for the kids they had to kill. Another burned with rage and anger and hate. She slipped back into her seat.

"Hey, wipe your face, kid." Gordo said and tossed a bandana at her. She nodded in thanks and used it to try to get some of the mud off her face. She wondered if maybe she should leave it, make herself look more like a young man. She shook her head. It didn't mater anymore. Her seargant knew and that's all that really matters. He was the highest rank in the tank. She tossed the bandana back with a thanks. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. She needed some sleep.

So this is the first chapter. What do you think? LEt me know and I'm not sure if i will be doing a pairing. If there is one, who do you guys want to see her with?