The brown uniform fit her well and it suited her too. To make things even worse, she had the body to match. Her round face, large eyes and full, painted lips made her look like a doll. His eyes got caught on a woman at the other end of the room. “All major steps are verified by an in-process inspector, the men with the red caps, who-” Don let himself be pushed along, still listening to Simmons’ lecture as he went. Like an excited school class, Easy Company formed a crude line of multiple rows in front of the doors and gazed into the building. It’s crucial work that decides over your life or death, so try not to disturb the ladies while you look inside.” He tore the large doors open, “This is where parachutes are packed, as the name suggests. “This is the pack shed,” Simmons explained. It consisted of one large building like a barn and multiple smaller ones. Simmons led the company across the grounds, past the mess hall and towards the building complex the WACs had been spotted walking around. Immediately, excited whispers travelled through the rows, only for them to be silenced by Sobel. I’ll now be taking you to where they work.” They’re a unit of riggers, meaning they’re in charge of packing and maintaining parachutes and preparing supply drops. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that a company of WACs has joined you here in Aldbourne,” he remarked, “and I’m sure you’ve been wondering about what exactly their work here entails. A man with a red cap approached Easy Company and introduced himself as Captain Simmons. What seemed like a surprise inspection or a lecture at first soon turned out to be something else: A tour. On the fourth day, Sobel summoned Easy Company to the main courtyard in front of their barracks. Their break times had to be far off from the men’s. However, they were never seen inside the mess. During this time, WACs could sometimes be seen walking around HQ and in and out of a building complex not too far off from the mess. Those questions would remain unanswered for three days. What were these WACs doing here? What were their jobs? Where would they be staying? And most importantly of all: Would they be allowed to mingle with soldiers? Once the run was over and everyone was dismissed, wild speculations started to arise. Every now and then, a man in a red cap was with them. WACs in their service uniforms, overseas caps on their neatly styled hair. These trucks didn’t carry cargo, they were carrying women. Now, trucks were nothing too special, but what was on them was. But that was bound to change when one day during a run, trucks brushed past Easy Company. Days consisted of various forms of training and some evenings at bars and not much more. ![]() Life at Aldbourne could be monotonous sometimes.
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