July 9th, 1944. The lot of Easy Company including yourself had finally made their way back to England after stationing in Normandy after the jump. You’d been fast asleep in your cot in the barracks with the rest of the others having it be the evening, getting the sleep you weren’t able to get weeks prior.

Yet with a firm shake to your side you wake with a jolt, eyeing the pair of eyes that stared back directly at you. Donald Malarkey and Alton More. Never getting the chance to ask for what they were doing, you're yanked out of bed, stumbling forth as you make your way outside to find Malarkey cracking open bottles of beer beside a stolen military motorcycle with a sidecar. Alton looks at you, smiling with his hand reaching out towards you. “You joining us?”