Going My Way?

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50 favorite Band of Brothers Scenes (in no particular order) | [11/50]

Nix welcomes Lieutenant Jones to E Company; Part 8, The Last Patrol

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DICK.

HE WOULD LIKE TO SEE HIS FRIEND HAPPIER - but in times like this happiness was wearing thin and he knew that there were problems back home for Nix. Those problems he didn’t bring up , just waited for Nixon to bring them up himself. Besides, his drinking didn’t seem to get in the way of the job so Winters wouldn’t push or pry or make any further commentary on it. He would simply just give a faint smile as his friend spoke of the woman in which he was sharing correspondence with.

“ She didn’t get to me. It - “ He paused, clearing his throat. “ - It would just be nice to have a conversation face to face, not just through letters.” but oh, what a fib that was as it was obvious that somehow she managed to get under his skin. He couldn’t explain it but just by reading her letters he felt like anywhere, any place could be home. 

A BRIEF CHUCKLE ESCAPES HIM AS HE TURNS HIS ATTENTION BACK TO THE BOTTLE IN HAND, closing it before sitting it down on Winters’ desk. 

     ‘ Yeah, wouldn’t that be nice to have a conversation face to face with a woman you fall for. ’ Just another tease, ‘cause Nixon wouldn’t just let it go. That wouldn’t be a favor he would do. In this case, merely to distract himself from his marriage with Kathy.  

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DICK.

THEY WERE LIKE BROTHERS - no, they are brothers which is why they can banter like this without fear of any reproduction. “ What ever will you do if suddenly your beloved whiskey became something of the past, hmm? I can’t see you moving on to a new brand so easily.” He knew then he should bite his tongue. To live in a world where Lewis couldn’t get his hands on his beloved whiskey was not something Winters wanted to imagine. He’s seen Nixon without it and while he did wish his friend didn’t drink so much so often he wouldn’t take the pleasure away from him.  What else does he need? Winters smirked up at him. “A healthy liver, perhaps?” but that’s where he’d stop. He didn’t want this conversation to go sour. “Yes, you could say she’s my pen-pal. We write letters back and forth so I suppose that’s the right thing to call her.” though he could call her so much more than that. 

“Maybe once this is over I’ll pay her a visit.” Assuming there was anything left after all of this. 

A SHRUG WAS HIS ONLY RESPONSE ON THE MATTER. His alcoholism was a problem, a problem that ran through the Nixon family. Not that Lewis wasn’t aware. He had already drunk before the war, loved to party excessively. Without his beloved whiskey it was impossible for him to function. The war, the thing with his wife, knowing it was only a matter of time till that would break into pieces. How much faith he had left was reflected in his attitude.      “ Wow... ” a pause to express his speechlessness, “ That Frenchwoman really got to you. ”

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WINTERS.

WINTERS KNEW THAT MENTIONING NIX’S WIFE was no way to start off a day, a conversation, or anything of the sort. They seemed to be … Richard instead kept that thought to himself and chuckled faintly as he seemed to hold some envy in learning about Cassandra - what little Richard would give.  “ She struck up a conversation with me , decided we’d correspond with one another. She tells me about civilian life and how it’s fairing and I try to avoid telling her the travesties we’ve seen.” It was just that simple, wasn’t it? 

“Maybe you should find yourself a pen-pal. Might be a better friend than that.” he pointed to the bottle of Vat knowing he may catch a bit of hell for that statement!

ALWAYS SO QUICK-WITTED WITHOUT GETTING OUTRAGEOUS. Winters wasn’t even the kind of man you would hear swear like Nixon did. It would take a lot more, a real lot more to get under that thick skin of his. One of the reason he showed the best examples of leadership in the field.     Knowing the truth behind it, a light chuckle left Nixon at the given advice, licking off a drop from the whiskey on his thumb. But it was Nixon he was talking to and a proper response wouldn’t take long to come from him. Cynical and sarcastic as always. “ Probably, but it’s what I live for and aside from that I have you. What else do I need in this goddamn world? ” No, he didn’t given Winters a chance to answer that question. This wasn’t about him and he had no interest to go down that road and talk about his alcohol problem.     “ So she’s your pen-pal? Good for you. ” he shrugged.

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DICK.

IT’S NOT LIKE HE TRIED TO HIDE THE LETTERS FROM CASSANDRA, though a small part of him wished he had the moment Nixon is asking about her. He couldn’t very well ask how he figures it’s a woman when the evidence is right there. Too late to hide it, though he would casually brush a loose piece of paper over Cass’ letter as though it were simply on reflex and not on purpose. 

Though he wouldn’t never deny Nix the lighter moments where they could find them. After all, the man has his own demons as well as a war to fight in. But he said nothing of the sort as to not bring the moment down in any capacity. 

Winters shrugged as he thought of what to tell his friend about the woman he’s corresponding with. “ She’s from France…” was the first thing he managed to get out, halting his tongue before he could find himself gushing about her and the way she writes. How she manages to take this dark world and paint it golden with just the stroke of her pen. He didn’t want to risk sounding like a love-struck teenager. He’s simply just mesmerized by her words.  “ What else is there to tell? “  Plenty - but he didn’t want to give NIxon ammunition to pick on him further. Not when he had so much already. 

WINTERS  DIDN’T  HAVE  TO  SAY  MUCH  MORE  for Nix to see what this was. In fact, even if he had said nothing at all it was clear enough what the correspondence with this woman meant to him. Perhaps, in some sort, Nix was envy him. The exchange between his current wife and him wasn’t actually rosy. Mostly because it didn’t happen on a regular basis and she took her time as much as he did to reply.    “ Back in Paris, huh? Unbelievable. ” Nixon teased as he opened the bottle before filling up his flask without spilling a drop. “ My, my...how did that happen? ”

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GUTS AND GLORY HERE.

He would appear un-phased as he heard Nix’s voice break through the distant sound of everything on the other side of the walls they were currently in. A sigh, though heavy also radiated a hint of humor toward his friend’s words. Pen back down , hands folded to hide what he was writing like a school boy hiding the ‘check yes or no’ letter to his crush. His head would cock to look up at Nixon from his seat and present him with a chuckle of his own. 

“ We take the moments where we can get them, Nix. But sadly it seems my moment is over.” He cut a playful, amused glare to his best friend before letting out a hearty laugh that quickly dismissed itself but his smile remained. “ Besides, one of us has to be more aware out there.” He shouldn’t poke fun at the moment a bullet nearly swiped at Nixon, but it was better than thinking of the alternative what could have been. 

“ Did you come in here just to poke fun at me? “ 

NIXON  IS  NOT  SORRY  TO  HAVE  INTERRUPTED  HIS  MOMENT. Clearly as the day remains his smirk on stubbly features. It’s a going back and forth between the two of them, maybe to keep up their own moral. After all, it is Winters’ whom he trusts with his beloved whiskey which Nixon would find hidden in the footlocker in his friend’s room. The very reason he has come here and not to poke fun at him. The opportunity was merely given when he saw him sitting there so preoccupied.      » No, just looking for an escape from the regiment because you know how I like it up there. « sarcasm is not to be missed. There’s no reason for him to lie to Winters. He knows him best.      As Nixon sits down in the armchair across Winter’s desk with a bottle of Vat69 in hand, his eyes briefly dart to the letter. » So, you wanna tell me about her? « While Winters’ was lost in thought, Lewis had the chance to fly over the words that looked much more like woman’s handwriting.

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War takes more than it gives. Winters had seen what it does to the strongest of men. He has seen the toll it’s taken on soldiers and the cities that surrounded them. The lines on the faces of those who had to survive various forms of causalities be it loss of home or loved ones but to see the marks left behind on someone Winters had come to care about was a new view. One hard to take in and one even harder to remedy as the strain isn’t easily fixed over night.

He imagined, no, he knew that it would be something years in the making and even then the scars would be a painful reminder of what they’ve been through and the world forever changed in a way that will leave history books without empty pages. Yet it did not compare to seeing it on her face, in her eyes, in her words. 

How to make it better, he wondered. How to tend to her pain even for awhile so that it would feel like nothing more than a distant memory rather than a current overwhelming feeling. Fingers pressed gingerly against the skin of her cheeks as he brushed away tears with his thumbs. 

He knew her in letters, in words he had written so vivid and sweet telling him of herself and her adventures. A get away from the chaos he had sworn himself too. How could he - a man of action - do the same for her ? 

Fingertips brushed along her hair and placed the loose curls behind her ear. He would pull her into an embrace he imagined giving her under different circumstances. Under different circumstances there would be smiles and a sense of relief. They would share parfait and he could hear her stories from her lips instead of the pen against paper.

But that was another time, another place.

The imagery he saw before his eyes faded away with the noise of his squad as he looked up from his paper, a blotch of ink where his pen rested as he thought of how to reply. A sigh escaped him as he looked at her letter again and he carefully took hold of the now fading imagery he conjured.  

Considerately he wrote hoping she could hear his tone in the words he offered though no way profound like her own.

“ There is still time, though it may not seem as such. Have hope, keep faith. You’ll see. When this is all over forever will still be an option. Hold me to it, you’ll see.” 

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IT  WAS  NOT  A  RARE  PICTURE  TO  FIND  DICK  LIKE  THIS.  In every quiet moment they could get, he would sit there with pen and paper, no matter if it was in a foxhole or in a warming ambiance. But today his friend seemed to be more occupied than usual. The flow of his writing seemed interrupted for a moment as Nixon came closer to his desk, boots made a creaky noise, but neither Nixon's presence nor the frolicking of the squad outside seemed to have an effect on Winters. And there a deep, commanding voice made the attempt underscored with a light chuckle. » I am really glad your awareness in compact is more reliable. «

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“Lewis Nixon was the finest combat officer with     whom I served under fire. He was utterly dependable                               and totally fearless.” — major richard d. winters

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Going from one extreme to another – War changes expectations and the ways of living. From a calm to a chaotic, back to a certain undefinable calm wasn’t easy. It was going to take time for them to find their road back to what the rest of the world – those untouched by the chaos in it’s entirety – would consider normal. But having familiar faces around helped ; even if that familiar face just happened to be Nixon. 

Friends became  brothers. Hard not too with how long they’ve been in each other’s company and the trials they faced. Winters was happy that they both made it out of that war alive. Though they certainly could not say that they were unscathed. Just some scars were deeper than those on the surface. 

But it was time to move past that, back into normalcy. Which is why Winters had but one question to pose to Nixon, and only one.

“ So, when are you going to see her again ? “ 

     FOR MANY, it was hard to find their way around, or the way back to normality — whatever that meant. It was not like coming home and simply living the life you had. For more than a year war was their life, from the training to the day they shipped out. And it would forever be a part of them, something they would remember back through all stages of life. Every single soldier who made it home had his own way of dealing with it. Some would withdraw for a while, as Winter had done. Others, like Nixon, stuck closer to bad habits. He seemed to be fine, had not to worry about his existence because he came from a good home. But he had gone through much. The fact that his parents were divorced, his own divorces. His drinking problems spoke more than words, even though it constituted his character. Nevertheless, he was always ready for a good time. That never changed, not during or after the war. But what seemed to be different was the smile on his freshly shaved face. Shaving hadn't been what he did regularly during the war. ( With good reason they called him Black Beard ) Perhaps the missing stubbles were the reason Winters came up specifically with this question. “ No idea what you're talking about, ” he smiled gently, lips squeezed together before lifting his glass, taking a sip.

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“ Say you’ll be my baby and I’ll be your girl – and you can have this heart of mine ‘cause I would walk a thousand miles just to make you smile. “ 

       SUCH SWEET WORDS EVEN MAKE HIS CYNIC HEART MELT. Not from anyone; only from her. Thank God, she doesn’t have to walk a thousand miles. He always keeps her close. Takes her with him whenever he has to leave town. Consider him old-fashioned but that is who he is and always will be. Her presence gives him the kind of happiness he’s been missing out on. Everything about her is what completes him. Therefore, he always wears a smile when she’s around, even on bad days. So, haven't his efforts been obvious? “I have considered you my girl for a long time now.”

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I could lose my heart tonight If you don’t turn and walk away ‘Cause the way I feel I might Lose control and let you stay 'Cause I could take in my arms And never let go I could fall in love with you -Selena “ I Could Fall In Love ”

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GRACIE.

She loves the way he moves to hold her, even more when he kisses her. As he mentions getting a tree as big as the house Grace looked up then she turned back to Lewis with a light laugh. “ As beautiful as that would be, we don’t need one that large…I don’t think we have enough ornaments to decorate anything that large. Do we?”  Grace turned back to the smaller tree and she would swear it had character in it’s own special way. But in their home it did seem so out of place. More like the dogs would think it was something to chew and then they’d have no tree whatsoever. So, for her class it’d go. Until he mentioned he had a better idea. “ Oh? What is it? “ 

        ‘ How about a tree for the whole school and not only for your class? Why not bring the Christmas cheer to all of the kids? ’ His fingers delicately brush down her arms and he gives her his typical smile with one side of his mouth crooked while he is looking at her with so much love in his eyes he‘s still isn‘t certain where it all comes from. However, and with no doubts plaguing his mind, he will cherish her and the feeling every single day of their life together. On the day of his marriage, he’s sworn to do anything in his power to make her happy — and that's the intention of his proposition.

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“What the hell kind of Charlie Brown Christmas tree did you buy?” 

“ You don’t like it?” Grace looked offended as she stroked the branches of the small tree she purchased, now sitting on the dining table . It wasn’t perfect, but with a little love and care, and some decorations Grace was certain it’d make a lovely tree. But soon her expression changed and she laughed lightly. “This one is for my class. Since I can’t take in a big tree I thought this would bring in a little Christmas spirit. I thought I’d let the kids make their own decorations to put on it.” Once she was done tending to it she moved over to Lewis and put her arms around his shoulders. “I thought we’d go get our tree together…unless you want to adopt the Charlie Brown Christmas tree as you called it..?” 

        Nixon can’t help but chuckle at the question and he closes the book he holds in his hand, laying it down on the commode next to them before sliding his arms around her waist to move her closer toward him. A delicate kiss on her lips, he hums. ❛ I think...we can purchase one as big as the house. The high ceiling should serve a purpose except giving me hell when I have to replace the bulbs. ❜  Without a doubt, to him, this tree looks just miserable in their spacious living room. But he is in line with her idea for her class. After all, having done and still supporting all kind of charities, he has to be supportive. After a pause, he looks over at the tree. ❛ You know what? I got a better idea. ❜

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      She couldn’t fully explain the sudden shift in emotions as to why she once cared and started to do so again. “ I’m trying, believe me. “  her hand resting over her stomach as she closed her eyes for a moment. Maybe she knew the reason why she was suddenly so afraid - Grace lacked a mother figure for so long she wondered if she was going to do right by the child growing inside of her. Would she have a clue where to begin on being a good mother when she has no examples for herself? 

           At her words, Lewis takes her hands in his, planting a kiss on the one that had rested on her stomach before his rough thumbs brush along her knuckles. His eyes are intense as he looks at her face as if trying to read it. Not that he has to, but he carefully considers his words, knowing why such feelings haunt her.  ❛ I know I haven’t been the easiest man but with your care and patience... no doubts that you’re going to be a wonderful mother. You got the right instincts already. ❜

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             His rested features break into a smile when she randomly brings up the compliment. Random because it is late in the evening and they’ve been lying in bed in complete silence for half an hour. Ordinarily, Nixon fell asleep without much time passing by and slept like a log. But here, with his beautiful wife, he has let go of most old habits. Even has become the first one to be up in the morning, not wanting to miss a minute with her. ❛ How do you know when my eyes are closed right now? ❜ he exhales with a soft chuckle, a hand caressing her hair as his chin rests against her forehead.