A/N: Hi, glad that I'm finally able to write a Band of Brothers fanfic. I have such great respect and admiration for those who have fought in the war, including the real men in Easy Company. I don't mean no disrespect to anyone by writing this story - it's purely because of the love I have for the great show, and I make the characters' personalities and some events based on my own imagination.

I sincerely hope that you can enjoy the story!

September 1943

The whole regiment finally stepped upon the Aldbourne ground at 1400 local time. Some people quickly decided that Aldbourne would be a good place, a much better place for them then Toccoa or Fort Benning, but some others were just simply too tired to consider about anything else other than finding a proper place to sleep. The men were quartered to live with local families in the village. One of the reasons was so the men could adjust faster with the custom ways of living there.

And it was no different with the men from Easy Company. After got briefed about what they would do the next day, they were given the information about which family each of them would be living with. As it turned out, Joe Liebgott, along with Wayne "Skinny" Sisk, was going to live with the Blake family. Soon, all the men were dismissed to find and meet their new "families".

It wasn't hard for Liebgott and Skinny to find the Blakes' address. They hesitated a bit before knocking on the front door of the house.

"Do it, Joe," Sisk told Liebgott.

Liebgott turned his head immediately. "What? No, you do it."

"Alright, alright!" Sisk muttered after taking the last puff of his cigarette and threw it onto the ground. He shot a quick glance at Liebgott before knocking. First knock, nothing. Second knock, nothing. After the third knock, the door opened. A beautiful brunette lady, probably in her mid-30s, appeared to see who was knocking. At first she looked confused, but after looking up at the men up and down, she immediately recognized who the two men were. She smiled at them.

"Hello," she greeted them warmly. "You must be the Yanks."

Sisk smiled and nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. My name's Wayne Sisk, and this is…" he gestured to Liebgott.

"My na—"

"Joseph Liebgott?" The lady apparently already knew their names.

Liebgott smiled politely. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Well, my name is Lisa Blake, and welcome to our house!" she said in a more cheerful tone. "Come on in!" she ushered them inside the house and closed the door behind.

She guided them to her living room. "That's my husband," she pointed to one of many photographs hanging on the wall. "He's now fighting the war, too," she said a bit grimly. "Just like you two." She added, smiling.

The two men didn't really know what to say, so they just nodded.

"Where is he now, Ma'am? If I may ask," Liebgott asked very carefully, not wanting to make the lady even sadder.

"He's in the Pacific," she shrugged and chuckled softly. "Long way from home."

Again, Liebgott and Sisk could only nod. For a few seconds, everyone seemed busy with their minds, and even Lisa stared at the window vacantly.

"Ah! Me and my mind," she laughed a bit. "You must be so tired after the long trip. Let me show you your room." She walked upstairs with the two men following.

She stopped in front of one door and turned to her guests. "Here's your room. I hope it's big enough for you two." Then she opened the door. "I guess I'll leave you to rest now." She smiled again.

"Thank you so much, Ma'am," Sisk smiled gratefully. "We'll try not to give you much of a trouble."

Lisa laughed and tapped his shoulder lightly. "No, I'm sure you won't." She smiled reassuringly at both men before leaving. "Now, have a rest. See you at dinner."

"Thanks again, Ma'am." Liebgott said before dragging his luggage inside the room.

As soon as they got into the room, Liebgott immediately threw himself to the big comfortable bed.

"Never knew I missed this," he groaned as he stretched out his sore muscles.

Sisk, however, was more interested in inspecting the room. He wandered from one corner to another, looking at one shelf full of books and many photographs hanging on the wall or sitting nicely on top of a drawer.

"This family surely loves to take photos," he murmured, remembering the many photographs downstairs. "Hey Joe, come here."

Liebgott groaned but got up anyway. "What is it?"

"Look at this," Sisk pointed at one photo of Mr. and Mrs. Blake smiling ear to ear with three little children. "Do you think they're her children?"

Liebgott pursed his lips. "Well, they do look alike," he paused for a moment. "Why should I care anyway?" he threw himself back to the bed. "I'm so goddamn tired, Skinny. I'm gonna take a nap, okay? Wake me up for dinner," he told Sisk, and off he slept.

They were given some free time by the commanding officers for the day. The next morning they'd have to get back to their temporary camp while in Aldbourne.

After checking on each and every single furniture in the room, Sisk decided that he was, too, tired and joined Liebgott to take a nap.

Just in time for dinner, Judy came home after meeting up with some of her friends who became nurses and were stationed in an aid station for soldiers in Aldbourne.

"Wow that sure is a lot of Yanks," she muttered to herself as she saw a lot of American troopers wandering around the streets in Aldbourne. After her front door opened, she headed to a room where she usually kept all of her books. One of her friends just gave her a book about medicine. That's very kind of her friend, but she had no interest in reading it, so she was planning on just put it on the book shelf.

She directly went upstairs. Just when she was about to open the door, she heard noises inside the room. She furrowed her brows and opened the door quickly. There she saw two strangers, using only shorts, turning their heads immediately as the door opened.

"Who are you?!" she asked the men in high-pitched voice. For a brief second, she considered to grab a ceramic vase on a small table beside her, just in case those men attacked her.

Both men showed similar shocked expression, but it turned into some sort of annoyance in Liebgott's face. "And who the hell are you?" he shot back.

Judy felt taken aback at the man's tone. "I live here—this is my house," Judy answered in the same high-pitched voice.

"Well, we live here, too." There was a slight mock in the way Liebgott speak.

She just opened her mouth to scream when the other man, Sisk, decided to speak.

"Hey hey hey, Lady, it's a misund—"

"Just tell me who you are already," she threatened Sisk.

"Okay, okay," Sisk raised his both hands, gesturing for Judy to calm down. "We're—my name is Wayne Sisk, and this is Joe Liebgott. We're both American troopers who are assigned to live in this house while our regiment resides in Aldbourne." Sisk nearly lost his breath trying to explain all that very quickly to the girl.

Her expression changed, and she only responded with an "oh".

Just then, Mrs. Blake came upstairs, and she looked a little bit surprised to see those men in only their shorts. But she turned to Judy quickly.

"Oh Judy, love, when did you come home?" Mrs. Blake asked.

"A few minutes ago," she turned her head inside the room. "Who are these people, Lis?" she pointed her thumb to the men's direction.

"Oh, they're—I forgot to tell you," she smiled apologetically. "They are the Yanks that will live with us for a while."

She tilted her head to one side. "There are two of them?"

Mrs. Blake nodded.

Judy sighed. "You should've told me they're coming today, Lis. I was going to punch them on the face hadn't you come right on time," she whispered to Mrs. Blake before going downstairs.

After Judy wasn't in sight, Mrs. Blake turned to Liebgott and Sisk with a nervous smile. "Liebgott, Sisk, I'm really sorry. She indeed is not very nice to strangers."

Sisk shook his head and chuckled. "No, Ma'am, it's okay. She must be surprised to see strangers in her house."

"Who is she, by the way?" Liebgott asked.

"Oh, she's my husband's baby sister—Judith. She's going to live here while my husband is away," she explained. "Now let's go downstairs—dinner's ready."

As they entered the dining room, the smell of roast meat made Liebgott smile and Sisk salivating. On the dining table, there were already the girl—Judy—and three little children loudly talking—or yelling—to one another. Mrs. Blake and the men took a seat, and Mrs. Blake introduced the men to her children.

"Boys, these madly loud kids are my babies. Felix, Alex, and Lucy."

Liebgott and Sisk smiled nicely at them.

"Hello, guys. My name's Wayne, but you can just call me Skinny," Sisk introduced himself.

"And my name's Joe," Liebgott told the kids.

The younger son, Alex, looked confused. "Joe, you are more skinny than Skinny," he then turned to Sisk. "Why do you call yourself Skinny?"

Sisk chuckled nervously. "Well, I… I don't really know. My friends call me that."

"Can I just call you Wayne, so I can call him Skinny?" Alex nodded to Liebgott.

"Well, that's…" Sisk appeared to be speechless for a moment. "You can call me whatever you want, little kid," he answered at last, scratching the back of his neck.

Judy tried to hide her smile but weren't able to hold back a snort.

Mrs. Blake laughed nervously. "Alright then, shall we start?" she clapped her hands. "And Alex no more questions, okay?"

"Yes, Mum." The little kid answered.

Just before they started eating, the kids pleaded for Sisk to lead the prayer. And so he did.