The Zeppelin slowly passes over. My spotter and I make careful not to be spotted by the oncoming foot soldiers. I prayed to god that we would make it out of here alive as the tanks started to roll in, a few went right over our hiding spot and I caught my breath each time. I can hardly stand the waiting anymore, I either just want to die or get out alive at this point.
Noisily, I move about our hiding spot gathering up my things and tell my spotter he can come with or stay here and rot in the hole. He entergetically gets up and says it's about time that I got up and started doing something. I laugh, I go out first my rifle leveled at the door. I kick the door in and with stealth as my ally, I set off to the horizon.
Since the last time we had been out, three more enemy zeppelins had assumed random positions about the large city. Curios, I look at the biggest one only to find it isn't an attack zeppelin, but a transport zeppelin. Puzzled I look to the other two. My fears are confirmed when I see the other two are bombarding zeppelins and that they are bombarding the adjacent city. I once more pray that I'll make it out alive.
I look to my spotter and we take up into a new "nest." Feeling relatively safe, I pull out my rifle and begin searching about. I kill three stagglers and we procure their ammunition and rifles. Feeling a little better, I eat a Kit-Kat and go into a deep sleep. My dreams have never been good, up until now.. In this forsaken war. I dream of home, my wife and kid, both looking just as good as ever. But both crying, and I see my grave. I awake to hear my spotter saying something about how we should be moving now. I say something and agree with him, startled he looks back at me and apologizes. I start to speak but I'm cut off at the sound of a tank. I lay perfectly still and watch the tank roll through.
We begin to set forth when several men and tanks start to head our way. There's no cover anywhere and the nearest pile of rubble is over a kilometer away. I figure if I'm going to go out now, I'll take them all with me. Suddenly I realize they're turning and going down a different street block. I sigh with relief.
"Sir, with all respect in my mind, your going psycho on me aren't you?" the Corporal says with timidness.
"I would like to say yes and put your fears at ease." I whisper in a monotone. "But I can't lie to you Corporal, I just want to be out of here and back at home with my family."
I watch more shells drop and start forward. I level my rifle and being walking slower. Realizing my mistake of trusting the Corporal I spin quickly only to find three bullet wounds in my leg. In my blind anger, I shoot the man right in the head and fire a round into the Corporal's leg as to get revenge. Many soldiers are heading my way now. I drop to my bad leg and start picking them off. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. I run out of ammo. I draw my sidearm and start shooting again killing three more. I pull out my knife and wait.. The man lunges towards me and I roll out of the way and jump onto his back. Jabbing my knife into his jugular to make sure the kill is clean. I begin to worry about what God will think, then I stop and think to hell with it all and I throw my knife at the last guy hitting him square in the heart.
I start bleeding out and the cold in the air brings about hypothermia. I start to reminesce and being to cry. I remember my wife's last words.
"I'll be waiting for you when you get back dearest." she said. "Goodbye my love."
Aftermath:
Captain John Martin Vay was Killed In Action on August 23rd - a day before his birthday. Corporal Vance Ricardo was Killed in Action August 23rd by his own commanding officer.
The Allied forces retake several parts of the France border, the place where these men fought. The zeppelin the Genesis and her crew were labeled iconic heroes as they destroyed three enemy zeppelins before finally being "lost with all hands."
The Axis powers were disbanded and their territories divided up amongst the Allies. The Axis leaders were executed without fair trial and no one complained. Lastly, it was the war to end all wars.
Captain John Martin Vay's wife, Mrs. Vay, was given her husbands medals, belongings and dog-tags. She was given the full story and with nothing left out. Her husband is now buried in their back yard and their boy is grown up and off engineering medical equipment that could've saved his dad if it had been invented then.
Dedicated to the Fighting Men and Women who have served in any armed conflict. Also dedicated to the Airborne Troops of the 82nd and 101st who numerous times were sent into terrible situtations with which to work with. Lastly it's dedicated to my Great Grandpa who served in the 82nd and was K.I.A on D-Day.
May your soul and body rest in piece Grandpa.
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