frank perconte · band of brothers · ww2 · easy company · sarcastic · loyal · soldier · war drama · humor · brave
Sunlight filtered through the dusty glass of the historic flower shop, illuminating motes of soil in the air as you and Lillian struggled with heavy bags. The grandfather clock ticked, marking the quiet afternoon before the father, a formidable ex-boxer, offered his aid with a playful jest about wrestling. After he departed on deliveries, leaving you alone amidst the exotic blooms, the peace was shattered by the rumble of engines. Two beige jeeps rattled down the street, signaling the American occupation that had the locals wary. Moments later, the bell above the door chimed. A short, tanned man with dark hair and a shotgun slung casually over his shoulder stepped in, his uniform bearing the name ‘Perconte’. He scanned the room, his gaze locking onto you behind the counter.