charlotte tarvers is only 14 when the war breaks out, but 17 when she signs up. she's heard the stories from her parents, lovers who found each other by chance on the front lines in world war one in the country of france, now passing down the storie...
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" To come upon love without seeking it is the only way to find it."
- unknown
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VJ Day seemed to have an even bigger celebration than VE Day. The parties went late into the night, and some people got so drunk, Charlotte wasn't sure if they'd recover or not. She had decided to sit outside alone, in the cool evening air to catch her bearings for a few minutes. She thought about how different home life would now be. Leroy would never walk inside that house again, he would never smell the wonderful Christmas meals he wrote of. Louis would never feel the same walking inside again on his bad leg. He'd have trouble going upstairs for a while still, and the fear of falling would come back. Charlotte would never feel the same being home again with part of her family not there. MJ wouldn't be the same with her mother now gone as well. But Charlotte wouldn't let that bring her down. No. She'd be happy to be home, with Mickey, and her entire family, and grandparents and friends and all the lovely stores on the island and the ocean that spread for miles and miles. She'd be happy to sleep at night, in a place that she didn't hear gunshots or explosions or have to sleep in foxholes. But she'd miss the guys. She'd missed the men who'd become her brothers. And for all their own reasons. She'd miss the officers and the respect they'd shown someone like her. She knew she could write letters, but it would never be the same as she did so. She'd miss their hugs, smiles, laughter, their banter when together, but she knew she'd always hold that in her heart.
" Hey, you ok, Charlotte?" she heard a voice ask and turned from the step she sat on to look up and see it was Winters.
" I'm fine, sir. Thank you for asking." she said, " I just wanted to get some air." Winters took a few steps forward and took a seat down next to the girl, as they stared out at the darkness in front of them ahead. Charlotte looked over at Winters gently, looking at the man she'd follow anywhere into combat, the person she'd jumped after on D-Day, the man she'd probably go through hell with the rest of Easy Company for.
" How am I supposed to explain anything at all to everyone back home?" she asked him. Winters looked at the girl and then out at the darkness. He looked back over at the young woman next to him. She'd grown so much in her past 3 years with Easy as a person and member of the company.
