A young woman rested on an oversized armchair. It was made of cherry wood, and the cushions were a deep maroon. She was inside a study, and across from where she sat was a cherry wood bookshelf. It had six shelves, all filled with books ranging from medical to fictional. Four of the shelves were neat, the books in order by size, and each shelf had a marker in between each genre. The other two, although had the markers for each genre, were out of size order, and some books were stacked on top of the books that were standing. On the opposite wall sat a sturdy desk. This desk was also cherry wood, and on it rested a neat stack of papers, an ink bottle, four pens lined up neatly in a row, and a lamp. There was also a picture of a young couple, smiling brightly in a vast meadow. They were clad in wedding outfits, and held each other very comfortably. The other furniture in the room included one love seat, with the same deep maroon cushions, a chandelier hanging gracefully from the ceiling, a card table, with four chairs, and a locked cabinet.

The woman breathed silently as she flipped the page of the book she held in her delicate hands. Her fingernails were perfectly trim, and painted a deep red. Her skin was soft, and pallid. Raven black curls cascaded around her shoulders, her full lips parted slightly as she mouthed the words from the page. Her vibrant, sea-green eyes darted back and forth as she scanned over every word. Her legs were curled up under her, the book inches from her face. Inside the world of the pages, she was lost, wandering through a sacred forest. Warring elves darted this way and that, shooting arrows at their enemies. The sound of clashing swords echoed in her ears as she dove further into the book. Suddenly she was yanked from her fantasy as the face of a brooding man hovered centimeters from her own. "Hallo dear." She said brightly, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

"You know, I should have married that meek young woman from down the street. She would have put my books back properly," he said, looking at her seriously. The woman frowned slightly, as she glanced at bookshelf. She began to form an apology before the man chuckled low in his throat as his face erupted into a smile. "I am being facetious, Ana," he assured her, before he turned to his bookshelf. He began rearranging the books as his young wife picked up the remaining stack off the floor. "I just don't see why you have to get so many at a time." He said over his shoulder.

"So that I can travel to different worlds Sven, the books you bring home are so captivating!" She said, her excitement growing with every word. "I can be in a mythical forest, or be a traveler to some foreign land," She continued, her hand gestures becoming wild, "I can even be a famous actress!"

"I often wonder of our joining. You are so…. theatrical and I am analytical." He said, choosing his words carefully, so that he would not be offensive.

"I think it is because I add spunk to your dullness," she said, jumping up before she ruffled his hair. She giggled as she run from the study, through the dining room, and out into their garden. She ducked behind a statue, and heard his boots stomping quickly through the garden. She held in her laughter, as she continued to remain hidden. Sven's polished, black, leather boots clacked past her, and she ducked down a little further, causing her white dress to become blotched by patterns of brown dirt. She let out a squeal as she was suddenly lifted into the air.

"There you are!" Sven said, as he spun around in a circle with Anastasia clinging onto him. "I almost passed you completely, until I smelt your perfume." He added, before he kissed her gently.

Anastasia laughed whole heartedly, before she looked up at Sven. "I love you my dear," she said so that only he could hear her, "and I am glad you chose me over that meek little woman." Sven smiled brightly, before kissing her once more…

Anastasia now looked up at the sky as it burst into shades of red and orange. The sound of machine gun fire echoed around her, the calls of her native tongue clashing with the calls of "the crazed Americans." She crouched low in a bush, grasping a Lugar pistol tightly in her hands. She felt as if she was on fire, but the pistol was so cool between her fingers. The smell of dirt floated into her nose, the leaves tickling against her face. She maneuvered out into the grass field, glancing all the ways around her as she moved slowly. The hair stood up on the back of her neck, as she felt something press into the middle of her back. "Stop right there you dirty Kraut." A gruff voice snapped at her quietly.

She raised up her hands to show him the Lugar before she set it on the ground. "I am an ally." She said back quietly, turning slowly to face the American behind her.

"Jesus… You're a woman." He said to her, his face softening up before he growled, "How do I know this isn't a trick?"

"I promise." She whispered back, reaching towards her pocket. She gasped as she was pushed backwards, and let out a louder gasp as her back hit the ground.

"What do you think you are doing?" He asked, the barrel of his gun now glaring down at her face.

"I was reaching for a letter to show to the American I am supposed to meet." She said, yanking it from her jacket pocket. She held it up, her hand shaking slightly. He looked at the white envelope before he snatched it from her hand.

"Get up and start walking." He snapped at her. She got up slowly, and grabbed her Lugar before they began to make their way through the field and into a row of bushes. She walked slowly a head of the American as they continued on. The American suddenly put his free hand on her shoulder, and they both crouched. He made a gesture towards bushes across the way from him. He pulled out a metal clicker, and clicked it twice. "Click-clack, click-clack," the same sound answered back. "Jesus Toye, I almost shot you." The American said, as another American approached them.

"I'm real sorry about that." Toye answered, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Who's that?" He asked, gesturing towards Anastasia.

"Some Kraut who says she's an ally." The original American explained.

"I am holding the upmost honesty with you sir. My name is Anastasia Fuchs, and I am in resistance against my homeland. I wish to help you Americans and your allies," She began, "I have given your friend the letter I am supposed to give to a Lewis Nixon of the Americans."

"Lieutenant Nixon?" The original American asked, looking at the envelope.

"You know of him?" Anastasia asked, brightening up. The original American nodded, then gestured for them to continue. After walking for what seemed like forever, they ran into more Americans. Anastasia now knew the name of the original American, Bill Guarnere, and met others such as Carwood Lipton, Don Malarkey, Joe Toye, Popeye Wynn, and Richard Winters. The Americans took out a German transport on their way to the town of Ste. Marie-du-Mont. Once they entered into their destination, Anastasia was in awe the amount of Americans in front of her eyes. She followed Guarnere, annoying him with the way she pronounced his name.

"Just call me Bill. It will be easier for the both of us." He once snapped at her, as they headed to the town of Carentan.

"If that is what you wish Bill." She said, as she looked around her. She now grasped an American machine gun in her hands, with her Lugar at her hip.

"Miss Fuchs, you should give me your Lugar. I'd really appreciate it." Malarkey said from behind her.

"I will once I complete the mission I have set out to do with it." Anastasia said, her words full of bitterness.

"What mission is that?" He asked politely, as they continued on.

"It is none of your concern, and I will ask of you to not ask again." She snapped at him, as she stepped over a stiff German soldier's lifeless body.

"You sure have a way with the dames there Malark." Guarnere said over his shoulder, laughing.

"We are noise and light discipline." A shorter, curly-haired man said to the three, as he walked up towards the front of the line.

"I apologize." Anastasia said sheepishly.

The man looked at her in shock. "So there really is a woman?" He asked out loud. "My name is Lieutenant Harry Welsh." He said kindly, as the line abruptly stopped. "What in the hell?" He asked, quickly walking to the front. He sent two scouts ahead to find the company they lost in front of them. Nixon and Winters also walked to the front of the line. After a few moments, the line started up again, and they continued marching towards their destination.

"When will I meet Mr. Nixon?" Anastasia quietly asked Guarnere as they continued on.

"Right now." A voice said next to her, making her jump slightly. "Lewis Nixon at your service Miss Fuchs." He said, holding out his hand.

"Anastasia or Ana please." She said, shaking his hand. He kissed the top of it, before she asked the question that had been on her mind all day. "How am I to help the Americans stop this awful war?"