Hello everyone! If you happen to recognize this story, that is because I've put it up on here before! I changed profiles, but have no fear, I am the original poster of this story. I rewrote a few things and changed some stuff, but I am the same person! Anyway, thanks for reading!
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"Father, Father!"

"What is it Adriana?" her father asked.

"I just heard about Pearl Harbor! It's awful. Father what are we going to do about it? Will you declare war on whoever did it?"

Franklin Roosevelt opened his arms to his daughter who ran to him.

"Yes my darling. We will."

"I knew you would. I want to help."

Roosevelt pulled his daughter to arm's length and looked in her eyes.

"What do you mean my child?"

"I want to go to wherever the fight is and help."

"You mean as a nurse," he said nodding.

"No father. I want to fight. I want to learn how to shoot and fight!"

Roosevelt was taken aback by her excitement.

"That isn't allowed," he said lost for any other words.

"Who says?" Adriana asked. "Father you are the Commander in Chief! They will do what you say!"

"My darling, I appreciate that you want to help the cause, but you should do it from here, or as a nurse at an aid station. I don't want you fighting. You are hardly 20 years old."

"Bur father, you fought in a war. I want to help my country like you did. I want to fight for something! I want to be a part of something bigger than myself! If I was one of my brothers, would you stop me?"

Roosevelt looked into his daughter's eyes and saw the same spark he once had for war. The spark he had for his country. She was right. He would not stop her if she was one of her brothers. She knelt in front of him so she was eye level with him.

"Father, please give me a chance to prove I can do it."

He thought for a moment then he smiled.

"Adriana, you are my blood. I know you can do it. If this is what you really want, I will make some calls. You would like to train with the army?"

A smile then graced her soft features.

"Not just the army father. I want to be with best. I read an article the other day about a division. The 101st airborne. Father, I want to be a Paratrooper."

Roosevelt smiled and tussled her hair.

"Why do you know so much about the war and its companies?"

"It interests me father. Thank you so much. I will make you proud."

Roosevelt pulled her into a tight hug and a tear fell from his eye.

"You already have my daughter. You already have."

Months later, after several back and forth arguments between The President and Colonel Sink, Adriana was on her way to Camp Toccoa, Georgia. Adriana felt her face begin to flush as the truck she was on bounced along the road. Camp was 5 miles outside of town, and Adriana had just enough time to make it from the airport to the town before the truck left. She breathed a shaky sigh and pulled her pack closer to her chest. Her fingers found their way to a loose curl that had already worked its way from her bun. She thought perhaps she should have cut it shorter, but it didn't matter now.

They were on a dirt road covered in potholes and traded off between gravel and mud. The heat and humidity felt heavy on Adriana's covered arms and legs, and was making her previously light hair, stick to her face. She wondered whose bright idea it was to put an army training base in the middle of the Georgia heat. She was the only one in the truck. Colonel Sink had insisted it be that way. Adriana had discussed dressing as a man with her father, but together they decided it would be better to be who she was and let her actions speak for themselves. The sparse trees were slowly rolling past and the wind began to whip up as the truck crested a hill.

Adriana glanced over the side of the truck and around the cab and could see Camp Toccoa spread out in the valley. It was huge, yet held no airfield, like she imagined. Hundreds of barracks backed up to a fence closest to her. Across a field was a big building that could have been a cafeteria. Next to that was an equally large building and on the other side of the cafeteria was the training area. Adriana could see men running courses, throwing themselves over piles of logs, jumping across ditches and scaling tall walls. Others were swinging back and forth on bars, trying to get across to the other side without falling in the mud. Still others were doing jumping jacks and sit ups and pushups, all while their CO's were screaming orders at them. Adriana gulped and slipped down further into the back of the truck.

"What have I gotten myself into?" she whispered.

Almost half an hour later the truck pulled up into the middle of the base. Adriana shouldered her bag, picked up her rifle and swung to the ground. No one seemed to pay attention to her and the truck pulled away. She didn't realize how much the truck was serving as her shield until it was gone. She shrank a little as some soldiers passed by. When they didn't notice her she took a deep breath, adjusted her pack and got her bearings. She didn't see any officers, so she began walking, keeping close to the buildings until she came across an officer. 1st Lieutenant by her estimation and the bar on his chest.

"Excuse me sir," she said.

When he turned, she saluted. He smiled slightly and saluted back.

"Do you know where I can find Colonel Sink, sir?"

The Lieutenant looked her over and finally found her face. He regarded her with bright blue eyes. He was taller than her, but that wasn't hard. Still he had to be at least six foot. She took a step back to get a better look into his face. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he nodded.

"I can take you to him."

She nodded.

"Thank you sir. My name is Adriana Roosevelt."

He paused and once again looked at her. She pulled her helmet off and held it against her chest. His eyes flicked to her hair then back to her face. She suddenly felt very small.

"Lt. Winters," he said then he nodded for her to follow.

As he led on, she sucked in a deep breath and shoved her helmet back on her head. They walked across the field where a few boys were smoking. One of them looked twice at Adriana then whistled and waved. Adriana kept her eyes on the back of Winter's head, but he turned and eyed them. They darted in three different directions. Winters stopped outside a tent and opened the flap for her.

"Thank you sir," she said saluting.

He nodded and left and she turned her attention back to the man at the desk.

Captain Sobel was just leaving the mess hall when a runner stopped him.

"Captain Sobel."

The kid saluted.

"What is it?" he snapped.

"Colonel Sink wants to see you sir."

"Dismissed," Sobel growled.

The kid nodded and saluted, but not fast enough for Sobel.

"Get out of my way," he spat as he pushed past the him and headed for Sink's tent.

"Colonel Sink?" he said at the flap.

"Enter," Sink said.

Sobel did and saluted the Colonel who saluted back. Sobel noticed a short man standing in the corner, but didn't think much of him.

"What can I do for you Colonel," Sobel asked.

"Captain Sobel this is Adriana Roosevelt. She has just been transferred to your company. She wants to be a paratrooper. Adriana, this is Captain Sobel."

Adriana saluted Sobel.

"Nice to meet you sir."

Sobel frowned and looked at Sink like he was pulling a horribly disastrous joke. No one spoke for a long moment while Sobel looked between Sink and Adriana.

"Did you hear me Captain?"

"Sir I'm confused," Sobel said.

"What about?"

"Sir this is … she is … I mean … sir… "

"A woman," Sink finished for him. "Her father and I have an agreement."

"Her father," Sobel stammered.

They all waited for a moment for it to sink in.

"Roosevelt? As in Franklin Roosevelt?"

"Yes sir. He is my father."

"I don't believer I was talking to YOU," Sobel hissed, glaring at her.

"Yes Captain. FDR is her father and she will be training with Easy Company. Now if you two will excuse me."

Before Sobel had a chance to say anything else, Sink ushered them out of his office saying he needed to do some paperwork. He wished Adriana luck then shut his tent flap. Sobel started to lead her to the barracks then turned to face her when they were far enough away from Sink's tent that he wouldn't be heard.

"Do you think you are special because your daddy is the commander in chief?" he asked getting very close to her face.

"No sir, quite the opposite. I don't want any special treatment because of that."

"Good," Sobel said. "Because you will not be getting any."

He stayed in her personal space for a few seconds longer.

"We will see how long a woman lasts in training. Mark my words. A woman will never see battle. No matter who your daddy is."

She looked into his dark eyes for a moment longer.

"LIEUTENANT!" he yelled into Adriana's face.

She jumped and caught a figure moving to her left. It was Winters.

"Sir?" he asked coming up to them.

"See that she finds her bunk."

"Where will she be staying sir?" Winters asked.

"Where do you think?" he asked venomously. "With Easy."

Sobel glanced at Winters then back at Adriana.

"She doesn't need ANY special treatment."

Winters glanced at her.

"Sir she may be a distraction to the men if –"

Sobel rounded on him.

"No. Special. Treatment. Is that clear Lt.?"

"Crystal, sir," Winters said.

Sobel left without so much as a nod. It took Adriana a second to recover from his rude behavior, but she managed then looked at Winters. He nodded and turned. She fell in step beside him.

"May I ask something sir?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Is he always like that sir?"

She thought she saw a faint smile, but that also could have been a shadow.

"He is your Captain."

"Yes sir," Adriana said.

"May I ask something else?"

He glanced sideways, but nodded.

"Sir, I – " she paused. "Never mind."

"We are here," he said.

He opened the door as she took her helmet off again. As they entered, a rolled up sock flew past Winter's face.

"Oh easy Luz you almost hit the new guy!" said a guy who wore a goofy grin as he practically skipped up to her.

"And your Lt.," Winters said, tossing the sock to Muck.

"Hey new guy. My name is Muck. I – " but he stopped when saw he saw her up close.

"Boys," Winters said taking over for Muck. "This is Adriana. She is going to be joining you all in training."

No one spoke. They all just stared at her.

"Muck," he said. "Introductions."

He turned around and left. Adriana stood awkwardly in front of the door clutching her helmet. She was very conscious of her chest.

"So, uh, Adriana?" the one named Muck asked.

She nodded and shook his hand.

"Well, I'm Muck. That asshole who almost took off your nose is George Luz. He doesn't have the best aim."

"It's alright. I just got a fantastic introduction to Easy company by our Captain," she said putting her helmet under her arm.

"Oh so you met that sorry excuse for a soldier," a large guy with a southern accent asked.

"Yeah he basically kissed me he was so close to my face," she said scratching behind her ear.

"He is good at that," a tall, lanky guy said nodding to a cot next to his. "This one is open."

Adriana tossed her stuff down and sat heavily.

"Well let me introduce you to everyone," Muck offered.

He started with the guy sitting across from her.

"This here is-"

"Skip I can introduce myself," he said. "Joe Liebgott," he said and shook Adriana's hand.

She smiled timidly at him, to which he returned with a good natured grin. Muck continued on down the line of people.

"That red haired boy over there is Malarkey, and yeah he knows it means bullshit, so don't say anything."

Malarkey aimed a boot at his head but missed.

"Next we have Perconte, then you already met George Luz, and that there is Bull Randleman. Then Bill Guarnere, Joe Toye, Johnny Martin, Shifty Powers, Floyd Talbert and Webster."

"David Webster," he said correcting Muck.

"Yeah whatever college boy," Guarnere said, shoving past him.

"At least my nickname is not a sexually transmitted disease, Gonorrhea," Web shot back, and the room laughed.

Guarnere ignored him and sauntered over to Adriana. She let him pull her hand from her lap as he bent over and the waist.

"So nice to meet you baby-doll," he said smoothly as he kissed her knuckles.

Adriana blushed lightly and looked away and changed the subject when he let her hand go.

"So do I get a cool nickname?" Adrianna asked, trying to keep the conversation going to avoid awkward silence and to scan over the fact that it took all of five minutes for someone to make her blush.

"Oh trust me, if you're here long enough, you will get one," Perconte said.

"Often times it just ends up being some form of the person's last name," Web said.

"You see when you use words like 'often times' that is what gets you the nickname college boy," Malarkey said slapping Web's back then he looked at Adriana. "What is your last name?"

Adriana thought about lying for a few seconds but didn't have time to decide.

"Let's go boys on your feet! Sobel wants us all out for a weapon's check!" someone said bursting through the door.

There were groans throughout the group of men but they quickly grabbed their weapons and trotted outside. Adriana picked up her rifle, as heavy as it was, and followed.

"Don't worry," someone said behind her making her jump.

Adriana turned around and was met with the ginning face of Malarkey.

"Old Gonorrhea don't bite. He just likes everyone to think he's as tough as he wishes he was."

Adriana nodded and he took her hand.

"I'm Don Malarkey. Don't be nervous. These guys aren't as scary as they look. They are all big momma's boys."

He patted her shoulder.

"We take good care of our own."

She smiled, trying to look less nervous than her fluttering stomach said she was.

"Thanks Don. I'll keep that in mind."

Malarkey grinned and ran past her. Adriana let out a sigh and smiled. She thought perhaps, she had just made her first friend. She followed the last few men out, making a point to meet the Sargent on the way out.

"Adriana Roosevelt," she said shaking his hand.

"Cartwood Lipton," he said. "Good to have a new face. Watch out for Sobel though. He has the tendency to be a little rude."

"I've met him," she said with a laugh.

"Well then you know you better get out there or he will have both our asses."

Adriana nodded and ran out to where the men were lined up at attention. She slipped in next to Liebgott, Toye and Martin. Liebgott smiled at her just before Sobel came screeching around a building. Everyone stiffened up as he yelled about them not being at attention. Although she had not been at Camp Toccoa for more than ten minutes, she knew enough to do what the other men were doing. They stood patiently as Sobel paced back and forth until he spotted Perconte. He dashed over to him and yelled.

"Private Perconte have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?"

"No sir," Perconte replied.

"Then explain the creases at the bottom."

Perconte had no answer because from what Adriana could see, his trousers were not creased at all.

"No excuse sir," he said after a moment hesitation.

"Volunteering for the parachute infantry is one thing Perconte, but you have a long way to go before you prove you belong here. Your weekend pass is revoked."

Adriana couldn't see his face but from the way his back tensed she knew he was pissed. Sobel immediately moved on to Luz. Adriana would later find out that when he was around Sobel was the only time Luz was quiet and meek.

Sobel took Luz's gun and inspected it for three seconds before he said, "Dirt in the rear sight aperture. Pass revoked."

Luz let out a quiet sigh as Sobel moved on down the line. He stopped at Martin for half a second who stopped breathing until he moved on. He glanced at Bull then turned his attention to Lipton. Adriana figured he was safe because he was a Sergeant but she soon found he wasn't. No one seemed to be safe from the wrath of Sobel.

"When did you sew on these chevrons Sergeant Lipton?" he asked pulling at something on his sleeve.

"Yesterday sir," Lip answered.

"Long enough to notice this," Sobel said holding up a string. "Revoked."

As Sobel walked away, Adriana saw Lip glare at him out of the corner of his eye for half a second before returning his gaze forward. Sobel made his way over to Malarkey.

"Malarkey, Donald G," Malarkey said.

"Malarkey that is slang for bullshit isn't it?" Sobel asked snatching his gun from him.

"Yes sir," Malarkey answered.

Sobel looked over the weapon, then shoved Malarkey's gun in his face.

"Rust on the butt plate hinge spring private bullshit, revoked," he said while tossing his gun at him.

As Sobel walked away Muck glanced over his shoulder and gave Malarkey a worried glance the quickly turned back to attention.

"Name," Sobel was saying.

"Liebgott, Joseph D, sir."

Liebgott held up his gun, but Sobel seemed to know what he was going for. He pulled his bayonet.

"Rusty bayonet. You want to kill Germans Liebgott?" Sobel asked.

"Yes sir," Liebgott answered.

"Not with this," Sobel answered smacking Liebgott on the helmet with the knife.

Sobel continued as he walked back up in front of everyone.

"I wouldn't take this rusty piece of shit to war and I will not take you to war in your condition. Now thanks to these men and their infractions, every man in the company who had a weekend pass has lost it."

Suddenly his gaze was trained right on Adriana. He came up to her and said, "Name."

"Roosevelt, Adriana," she said, hoping to god she was doing everything right.

"Roosevelt," Sobel scoffed. "Is that Roosevelt like our President, Franklin. Delenore. Roosevelt?"

The last part he said loud and slow enough for the entire camp to hear.

"Yes sir he is my father," she said.

He seemed to mull that over for a second before he pulled on her helmet strap.

"Loose helmets will fall off in war Private. You don't want that now do you?"

"No sir," she answered.

"Then fix it private," he said. "Don't think the Germans will go easy on you because you are the President's daughter. I sure as hell won't."

Adriana gulped and averted her eyes. Sobel was silent for a second then said, "Change into your PT gear. We are running currahee."

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