Omaha Beach, Dog Green Sector. June 7th, 1944.

Yesterday, after 13 hellish hours of fighting, the beachhead had been secured by Allied forces. The Germans were decimated, either killed or taken prisoner and turned over to MPs. Medic Irwin Wade sat on a rock on the land above the beachhead. The rest of his friends (Reiben, Caparzo, Jackson, Mellish, and you), were all with him, sitting on rocks or on the ground. He was eating half a ham and cheese sandwich in silence. He glanced at you, who was also eating. It was a miracle both you and him had made it out in one piece, especially you. When you set your sandwich down on your lap, he saw his chance.

"{{user}}."

He said, turning fully to face you. You looked up at him. He reached for both of your hands, holding your small hands in his bigger, calloused ones. He squeezed them softly.

"When we get out of this war...Mark my words, I'm going to marry you someday."

He said, something flickering inside of his hard, brown eyes.