Disclaimer: I Do not own any characters, themes, or dialouge from the Band of Brothers series. This is a work of fiction and no disprespect is intended. I have the utmost respect for the men portrayed in the series. Any similarites in characters in unintentional and I only claim my OC's.

Yes, I have decided to re-upload my original fanfiction; however, it's far different from the first verison. Many storylines have changed and character developments. This time I plan to spend much more time on this story and get it the way I always imagined it to be.

"Well-behaved women seldom make history." - Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

"Little girls with dreams become girls with vision." - Unknown

Chapter 1 - A Tough Decision

New York City, 1942

Rebecca made her way down 34th street weaving through the never ending strings of people, her head in a fog. The young Lieutenant simply couldn't clear her mind from that upsetting letter. When Rebecca first received the it, she knew it wasn't good news seeing that it was from her father's friend and not directly from her father.

Rebecca expected the same old news from John. "Your dad is in jail after a bar fight." or "Your dad was found on the side of the road and his wallet's gone." However, nothing could have prepared her for what was in that letter.

Dear Becca,

I wish I was writing you under different circumstances, but your father has gotten into another car accident after a night of heavy drinking. I got the call this morning and the doctors have reason to believe he's got cirrhosis of the liver, or some damn thing. Regardless, I don't think your dad will be able to pull through this one, kiddo. He's real sick and they're keeping him in the hospital. The doctor said if he wants any chance of surviving, he'll have to get a transplant. We're talking about some big bucks now, kid. I'm talking about more than you and I could ever afford. This is all just a long winded way of telling you that your dad needs you back here to take care of him and to pay for the surgery. I spoke with the head nurse on your dad's floor and she's willing to give you a position that pays a lot better than being in Army. I'm awfully sorry to be forcing this on you, but your dad needs your help.

John

Every time she thought about it, her stomach filled with nausea and her eyes welled with tears. Rebecca just couldn't believe all of this was happening now. She had just graduated OCS and was about to select where in the army she wanted to go. Only the top five in the class get that privilege. Rebecca had worked hard to get to where she was. She worked two jobs to get her through nursing school, dragged herself to the top five in her class only to be told "fuck it all" and go home.

Everything around her seemed to slow. The lights of Times Square suddenly blinded her and the air became suffocating. This was an impossible decision. Angry tears pricked at her brown eyes threatening to fall. Rebecca quickly wiped them away on her uniform jacket. She was supposed to be enjoying her time in New York with her friends before moving up in the army. Now, all she could think about was this.

She didn't want to go home and she certainly didn't want to leave the Army. Rebecca loathed that her father had done this to himself and she was pissed. He was so selfish. Ever since her mom died, all he did was drink away his pain as if he was the only one suffering. God, Rebecca hated him right now.

He wasn't always like this and it's not like he was an abusive drunk either. When she was younger her father drank at night when Rebecca was sleeping and only the next morning would she learn of his drunken escapades.

After being trapped inside her own mind, Rebecca realized how far she had gotten down 34th without even knowing it. She forgot why the hell she was even out tonight.

Stockings, that's right. I need new stockings.

Rebecca's uniform regulation stockings had a run in them and needed new ones before she returned to the army and received a uniform infraction. As Rebecca kept her goal in sight she couldn't help but wonder why the damn things weren't made with more strength; they ripped so easily.

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The white building of Macy's stood at the end of the street, it's distinct features illuminated by the neon lights of Times square. Rebecca approached the revolving doors, carefully entering the enormous shopping building.

She was taken aback by just how big the shopping store was. They didn't have anything like this back in Rhode Island. It seemed like the floor went on forever. Racks and racks of clothes, shelves stocked with endless ways to spend money.

Rebecca ogled at it all, not knowing where to start. She needed one thing and this place was like a maze. At this rate she would be there all damn night.

Across the floor a sales employee must have sensed her confusion. Locking eyes with Rebecca, the tall blonde strode over to her in her black skirt suit, long legs striding in heels that hit the floor with a clop.

"Miss, can I help you find something?" The fair faced employee asked.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Rebecca felt that she might actually get out of this place in a timely fashion.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm looking for panty hose."

In no time, the clerk pointed Rebecca in the right direction. She successfully grabbed the hosiery and headed for the checkout line.

The line was considerably lengthy given that it was 9 o'clock at night so with her item in hand, Rebecca waited. Her eyes scanned through the store looking at all the latest fashion picks of the year but it wasn't the flashy dressed and suits that caught her attention. Instead it the latest edition of Life Magazine that made her eyes do a double take.

On the front cover of the magazine was what looked to be an American soldier falling to the ground, a parachute attached to his back.

Rebecca picked up the thin magazine, flipping to the article and began skimming. It appeared that there was a new branch in the Army called the Airborne. Rebecca had heard of it and its prestige. Not only was it an extremely competitive program, but it also paid an extra fifty bucks a month. This was an extremely competitive group; only the best of the best were made paratroopers.

Finishing up skimming through the article a small paragraph at the end with Uncle Sam himself pointing at her caught her eye.

Attention all Army nurses! Your country needs you!

The Airborne is now accepting applications for an experimental program that will integrate nurses to become combat paratroopers. Fill out applications in your local recruiting locations. Only one woman will be chosen for this prestigious program. Good luck!

Rebecca stood in the line completely floored. This was what she needed, a godsend! It may be a long shot but if she is the one the Army selects, this could solve all her problems! The extra fifty a month would most definitely help her father and she could still stay in the Army and pursue her dreams.

The gears in Rebecca's mind turned; she knew exactly where she was going next.

Rebecca was suddenly overwhelmed with utter excitement. She didn't even realize the line had moved worlds ahead of her.

"Hey, lady, come on! The lines moving!" An angry man behind Rebecca shouted.

"Sorry!" Rebecca apologized quickly moving ahead, placing the magazine back on its shelf.

Hosiery in hand, Rebecca hurried out of the store and back to her hotel. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach with every step she took.

- End of Chapter -