Author's Notes: I don't own Band of Brothers, silly. I really admire the real men of Easy and the miniseries has quickly become a favorite. I love the chemistry between Damian Lewis and Ron Livingston as Winters and Nixon, respectively. Here's a conversation that was floating around in my head yesterday.

Taking Notes (How Winters and Nixon first met at OCS)– by CJSpooks

"Writing home already? To your girl, right?" Nixon entered his quarters to find his new bunkmate sitting at the end the bed writing in a small notebook.

Winters didn't look up. "No, actually. Just taking notes for myself."

"Why?" Nixon asked as he sat down across from him.

"To pass the time, mostly."

"The name's Lewis Nixon." Winters raised an eyebrow ever so slightly in response. "I thought you'd like to put a name with your notes if you're planning on writing about me."

"I already did. I'll put it next to your entry then."

"Really? What did you say about me?"

Winters flipped a few pages back and began to read, "Dark hair and eyes. Likes to drink and may have enough money to support the habit. Smiles with confidence. Sense of self and humor. Expressive eyebrows."

"Expressive eyebrows, eh?"

"Yes. They seem to be your most distinguished feature besides the drinking."

"We just met and you've already caught onto my flaws and vices. And you've picked up on my sense of humor. I may have found a friend in the army after all." Nixon extended his hand. Winters took it.

"Richard Winters. Everyone calls me Dick."

"Hi, Dick. Yeah, you were right about me liking the drink and having money. I know how to live according to my means. I learned that from my parents."

"Where are you from?"

"Nixon, New Jersey."

"That's not a coincidence, I gather."

"Nope. My family practically owns the place. You'd think it would be a good thing, but it's actually a complete bore around there. Glad I decided to leave for awhile. So, how's this place treating you?"

"It's fine. An adjustment, for sure. I've barely been out of my town before."

"Wow, what town?"

"Lancaster, Pennsylvania."

"Ah, a farm boy. I like that. We're different but I'm going to like you."

"You don't already?"

"Ooo, there's your sense of humor." Nixon pulled out his flask. "Fancy a sip, Dick?"

"No, thanks. I don't drink."

"Teetotaler. Alright. Smoke?"

"I don't do that either."

"Sex?"

"Haven't found the right woman yet."

"Or man. Don't discriminate."

"Nix." Winters gave Nixon the sternest look he could muster.

Nixon chuckled as he took a sip from his flask. "Loosen up, Dick. If that's one thing you learn as my friend, it's loosen up. I don't want you unraveling on me 'cause you're wound too tight."

Winters gave his new friend a small smile. He already felt himself loosening up around the man. He scribbled another line under his entry about Lewis Nixon:

He's a good man. Our friendship is going to be interesting.

END