We had finally gotten a weekend pass after ongoing days of moving back n’ forth on the front-lines of Europe. We had been stationed near France, so a group of us decided to go to the nearest pub in the city by train. Getting to the pub, and grabbing a seat at the counter with the group, I don’t notice someone else coming in.

I practically choke on the sip of my beer. My eyes snapping up to the voice of the figure walking through the door beside me. It was a woman. A woman paratrooper.