The Western Front

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war_gamer
April 5, 1944

The Second World War appeared when the rise of a new war of everyone as the world poured in manpower, machinery and new tactics of war that make the combat more bloodier than before......now it's the Western front of American facing Germany. And it's one of their daily missions as some take to the sky airborne, on foot or simply a vehicle either or they will die most of the time

In a random village both American and German forces are having a heavy gunfight. The Americans were outnumbered but they have one M4 Sherman supporting them.

The tank fired at a house being used as a Hitler Buzzsaw nest for the german gunners.

"Boom! That'll teach him!Commander!!!" Said the beaming voice of the rider with a smile on his face armed with the M2 Browning Machine gun as his main arm.

" Henry, can you please shut up!" Scream the American commander a WW1 veteran now back in action for the Second  world war.

"Sure...Grandpa..." said the young soldier known as Henry Stryker.

"I'm not OLD!!!" As Henry teased his (somewhat) elderly commander, a Panzer suddenly comes out of the corner and steadily turns the to M4 Sherman.

"Shit!! Enemy tank!!" The Panzer fired, only hitting the tracks of the Sherman almost melting breaking the armor of the death machine .And a moment later Henry shot the enemy tank that exploded into pieces now turned to a burning heap of metal burning and melting to a crisp.

"Atleast you know how to do your job Henry" said the old commander who has to but hate to admit it that someone like him knows how to do a job of a soldier.

"Thanks grandpa!"

"I give up..." sigh the commander of the downside of Henry is his unrelenting ways of teasing

They then received a call from the EE-8 field telephone saying that the allied infantry are now retreating, this means the tank also needs to leave. But it has a broken track......making it as a heap of junk.

"Boys we need to abandon this tank now!" Scream the commander

"Aw but I love this tank..." he said patting the sheet metal of the tank as the crew also reacted the same since this tank was by their sides since the war opened up and they accepted it anyways, but what many says that 'Things you love wont last forever" as they get out from the tank, they receive heavy gunfire by several german infantry armed with Stg-44s, SMGs or the Luffare sidearms.

"Shit!" Scream the driver of the Sherman

"Not yet!" Scream the other who is the loader of the Sherman heavy guns. The squad who were firing were killed by Henry by using the machinegun since he was just about to leave the tank.

Enemy squads poured in are also starting to focus attacking the tank...since tanks are a threat to many infantry and are the first to be killed.

"Run guys! I'll hold them off!" Scream Henry that surprised most of the American Infantry.

"You might be annoying but no!" Said the commander who has a soft spot for him since Henry might be annoying as fuck but still he's just a kid in the eyes of him not wanting the young man die in action for his family to hear about it.

"Shut up Grandpa! You have grandchildren waiting for you, so go!" Henry no longer in a teasing voice as he was serious wanting to put his life on the line for them despite being young and annoying at times but he and a few other soldier has respect for the young man and nods.

"You'll be remembered kid..." The rest of the crew runs away as Henry provide cover fire.

He smiles as he guns down multiple enemy squads before another Panzer comes in from the front,Henry knew it was his time...know his fate in the world dying young and will be an unsung hero.

"Sorry mom and dad, I won't be coming home for dinner..." He starts shedding tears as he fired the M2 Browning non-stop at enemy infantry without removing his smile and everything becomes blank after the enemy tank fired as he wants to embrace the bosom of Abraham in paradise.

Somewhere

The accountant once again finishes another newspaper line in 1944 the Second World War and soon lay down the article once again and soon with the stroke of the pen he wrote the name of the young man

Henry Stryker

1925-1944

COD: Death by explosion

Serial number: 817639

World: Terra now

With swift movement the body was sent and disappeared in the eyes of some Germans causing them to look in surprise and shock at it thinking its magic.

The accountant lay down and read another article within minutes of finishing before saying the word.....

"Next" in an instant a stomp of a boot appeared on the white floor that has some dirt on it as it's a soldier from a different timeline

The soldier is wearing jungle boots, green worn out pants, with pouches and the upper body is wearing a uniform ripped of its sleeves showing his muscular arms a bit with a flak jacket and a steel pot helmet decorated with death cards and a cigarette and the soldier is African American and this soldier is from the Vietnam War.......
The young man eyes are cloaked in the shadows of his helmet it was silent........

"What the frick is this?" Said the voice of the soldier that he raised his helmet up and it revealed his brown eyes looking confused a bit while a sling shotgun on his shoulders.

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Another chapter completed next up on the list is my OC who's in the nam with the smell of napalm in the morning .

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