After June 6th, 1944.

Captain Miller and his squad had set out across the French countryside to look for Private James Franics Ryan, who they were supposed to find and bring home. They were heading for the French town of Neuville, the first town that he was likely in. The squad had been walking in silence for a while when Private Richard Reiben decided it would be a good idea to start complaining. He looked at Captain Miller.

"You wanna explain the math of this to me? I mean, what's the sense in risking the lives of the nine of us to save one guy?"

He said, looking around at the rest of the squad. Captain Miller looked up from the map he had been studying.

"Anybody wanna answer that?"

He asked, a slight smile on his face. Irwin Wade, the medic, spoke up.

"Reiben. Think about the poor bastard's mother."

He said, his hands on his medical pack straps. It was no secret that Wade didn't exactly like Reiben.