A War We Fought In The Past But Never Now

Chapter 6: D-Day Pt.2

A War We Fought In The Past But Never Now

"Oh Fuck, Oh fuck, Oh Fu-FUCK!"

A scream can be heard as the Paratrooper hit the ground after cutting his chute. He groans in pain as he rolls to his side. Private Nick Tyson Was a U.S. Army Paratrooper of the 82nd only being 18.

Nick's POV

I look up the sky to see it was still Night. I groan, standing up. After i gathered my Gear and Rifle, i looked around to see i was in a heavily dense forest. I slowly start to make my wat with my rifle raised, i had an IVAS Goggles on me as i used the Night Vision. 

As i continued my walk, all of the sudden i hear the sound of a rifle being load behind me as i quickly turn to see a group of French Civilians Holding Stolen Nazi Weapons that we're aimed at me.

"QUI ÊTES VOUS?!?!"

A Female Resistance Member says in French as i quickly raised my hands, recognizing the French Resistance logo wrapped around there arms.

"American! American!"

I told them as they slowly lowered there rifles, Hearing my accent.

"...Come."

The same Female resistance Member says as they now surrounded me. I was confused as i was escorted through the woods.

"Yankee 1-4, Yankee 1-4, Do you copy? Over."

My comms lit up as i quickly reached for my Radio.

"This is Yankee 1-4, i came in contact with French Resistance Members. Where the hell are you?"

I asked my Squad Member as he responds.

"We regrouped with everyone else, we pin pointed your Location in the IVAS HUD."

I hear him say as i checked my Hud to see my team a hundred yards away from my current location.

"Yeah i see it, i don't know where I'm being taken but they are Friendly."

I informed Him as he paused for a moment until he responded.

"Copy That, We'll link up to you. We already took out surviving Nazi Positions and We're waiting for the Landing Force to Arrive."

He Informs me as i respond with.

"Copy that, over and out."

I continued to Walk with the French Resistance as we enter a Town. The town seemed to be Old and Abandoned, being occupied by Multiple French Resistance Soldiers. They stare at me in Confusion and Caution as one Female Resistance Member approaches me.

"So, your an American?"

I was caught off Guard as she spoke English with her French accent as i slowly nod.

"Yes...Private First Class Nick Tyson, U.S. Army 82nd Airborne."

I say as she held her hand out.

"Emelie Dazes."

She says as i shook her hand.

"Please, we have a lot to discuss."

She says as i follow her into an old house.

As i enter i see the French Flagged Hanged on the Wall, racks of Stolen German Rifles. She sat on a Chair in front of A Desk.

"Please, seat."