Frank Rock

This war, you're gonna do some things the person you were might find damn hard to live with. So I'm doing him a favor, and leavin' 'im home.

[Frank Rock @SargeFrankRock]

“Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.” ~Winston Churchill, speech to the House of Commons, 20 August 1940.

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[Frank Rock @SargeFrankRock]

“You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.” —The Fault in Our Stars, John Green

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@FrenchResist he hands it to her. “Find a vent or something. Shove it in and then get off the roof.”

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June 5, 1944 2330 hours. Situation: FUBAR. Frank pulls out his Cricket Clicker, pressing it three times, waiting two seconds, then two more clicks. He waits. Nothing. The way the airdrop went, he wouldn’t be surprised if half of Easy-

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@FrenchResist the chattering of the weapons muffled slightly by the concrete. He can picture the Canadian troops being mowed down. Glancing up, the lip of the pillbox is about two metres over his head. “Anais, I’m gonna have to boost ya up.” Grabbing the grenade from his pouch, -

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@FrenchResist finally a row of concrete emplacements that ran parallel to the bunker. “Those should give us cover from the beach. It’d be a hell of a waste if one our boys hit us.”

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@FrenchResist a gnarled blasted thing that looks like it got hit by a shell. “Then there.” Further down the embankment was a rock. “There.” And, -

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@FrenchResist while he works out their move. “We gotta hit the pillbox. It’s the only thing keeping them from breaking through. What do you got left for equipment?” He’s down to his rifle and a handful of ammo.

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@FrenchResist the Canadian theatre. Fuck. Smack dab between the Brits two beaches. They were still miles from the American beaches to the west.

He pulls her to the side of the culvert, -

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@FrenchResist that’s how you get your ass shot.” He mumbles it to himself, low enough she doesn’t hear it. He knows things will change when he gets back to the beachhead. No way the brass lets her stick around. Well, he’ll argue for her, it is her country they’re fighting for.

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@FrenchResist He shakes his head, bewildered at the idea he’s following a dame into battle, but she’s no regular dame. She’s just as tough, if not tougher than any of his boys in Easy. Damn better shot, too.

“Enough wool gathering, -

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@FrenchResist “Alright. You good to get moving? Need a minute?” She smiles, nodding for the road. “Let’s go.” He climbs up over the sandbags, crouching atop it as he spins, extending his hand helping her up and over. “You lead? Is this area familiar to you at all?”

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@FrenchResist He motions her to join him at the sandbags overlooking the cobblestone road leading out of town. “Any idea how far the beach is?” They had to be close, the sounds of battle could be heard in the not so distance.

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@FrenchResist He crouches down, keeping an eye out down the road, waiting for any possible reinforcements. Hearing movement behind, his head jerks back, seeing Marie. “Great shooting there, Anais.”

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[Frank Rock @SargeFrankRock]

“Funny looking camo fatigues ya got there, Anais.”

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@FrenchResist motioning for Marie to move up and join him as he climbs over the sandbags, kicking the corpses, ensuring they are indeed dead.

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@FrenchResist nothing, no movement, no sound. He sees Marie’s head inch up slightly. Is that everyone?

Only one way to find out. He pulls his pistol, takes a deep breath and stands, spinning, sweeping his pistol over the sandbags. No movement. He exhales, -