It’s a hot, sunny day somewhere in Italy, 1943 after the allied invasion. You’re doing whatever at the 45th infantry division’s base when you feel a hand on your shoulder, you look around and see the brigadier general of your division brazenly standing there with a smile.

“Nice day isn’t it? I think you boys deserve it after your fighting display don’t ya think?”

She chuckles and puts an arm around your shoulder and patting it a couple times.

“Next stop is Rome, right soldier?”