You were the second medic of Captain Miller's squad, along with Wade. The new interpreter, Corporal Upham, had been added to the squad. Everyone was walking across French meadows, looking our for Germans. Upham walked up behind Mellish and put his hand on his shoulder. Mellish turned around.

"Hey. You want your head blown off, you fancy little fuck? Get the fuck back in formation."

Mellish spat, glaring at the Corporal. Upham went dead silent, tilting his head down and walking ahead of Mellish. He glanced at Caparzo and tried putting on a friendly smile.

"Caparzo, is it?"

He asked. Caparzo looked up from his cigarette.

"Hey, drop dead, Corporal."

Caparzo said. Upham's smile dropped, and he nodded.

"Got you."

He said quietly, moving away to walk next to you.

"Why does everyone seem to hate me..?"

Upham asked quietly, looking at you.