My friends call me Patty.ĭo you know why no one remembers your name? It's 'cause no one wants to remember your name! There are too many Smiths, DiMatos, and O'Keefes and O'Briens who show up here, replacing Toccoa men that you dumb replacements got killed in the first place! And they're all like you. Hey O'Brien, relax, would ya? I'm trying to read. One chunk in the face, the other chunk nearly took out his nuts. Hey, even First Sergeant Lipton there, he got a couple of pieces of a tank shell burst in Carentan. Yeah, kind of an Easy Company tradition, getting shot in the ass. And, uh, Buck got shot in his rather large butt in Holland. He got shot in his scrawny little butt in Normandy. And right next to him, the other skinny little guy, that's Popeye. Now Leibgott, the skinny little guy? He got pinged in the neck in Holland. he got a piece of exploding tank in Holland. He landed on broken glass in Normandy, and got peppered by a potato masher. Almost every one of these guys got hit at least once. "Injured" is when you fall out of a tree or something.ĭon't worry, there so much crap flying around, you're bound to get dinged sometime. Joe got hit in the arm? New Year's Eve gift from the Luftwaffe. You should get the official notice in a few days. Winters put you in for a battlefield commission, and Sink approved on your behalf. Oh, and you're not going to be First Sergeant much longer, First Sergeant. Ever since Winters made Battalion, you've been the leader of Easy Company. You don't have any idea who I'm talking about, do you? all the things a good combat leader does. Every day, he kept their spirits up, kept the men focused, gave 'em direction. Led them into the Bois Jacques, held them together when they had the crap shelled out of them in the woods. I've been told there's always been one man they could count on. Well, from what I've heard, they've always had one. They're happy to have a good leader again. Sir? These men aren't really concerned about the stories. Well, maybe that's because Tertius knew there was some value to the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest son of a bitch in the whole Roman Legion. Well, maybe they kept talking about it because they never heard Tertius deny it. I bet if you went back two thousand years, you'd hear a couple of centurions standing around, yakking about how Tertius lopped off the heads of some Carthaginian prisoners. But then when you ask *that* person, they say *they* heard it from someone who was there. Did you ever notice with stories like that, everyone says they heard it from someone who was there. Well, I'd better get back to Battalion before they disappear.
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