(This books contain plenty Sensitive Topics about the 2nd World War, The Holocaust and many more. I do not support the actions of the Germans during WW2, I Don't support Racism, I Don't support Nazism. This book will try to divert as much of the sen...
A Seahawk can be seen above the Pacific Ocean in the night, earlier the F-35 that followed the Unidentified Aircraft, Marked as "Earhart." Seemed to run out of fuel and crashed in the Pacific.
As the Seahawk's lights shine down at the ocean. The Pilots and crew quickly notice a flare in the distance, lighting up the night sky.
"Visual On Flare, Visual On Flare."
The Pilot says through the Comms as the Helicopter proceeds to fly towards where the flare came from. As they reach said location, the Pilots see a small raft in the middle of the Ocean.
One of the Crew Chiefs, quickly Dropped a rope, Roping a stretcher towards the raft followed by a Corpsman. As the Seahawk's searchlights shine down on the raft, they could see the Corpsman treating a figure of an Unconcious Woman.
"Possible Eyes On "Earhart." Over."
The Pilot says as the crew notices something in the distance.
"We got a Japanese Patrol Vessel."
The Crew was dangerously Operating in Japanese Controlled Waters as the Small Patrol Boat approaches the raft.
"Engaging."
Two of the Crew Armed with the side gunners of the M240 Machine Guns quickly Opened fire, red tracers flying towards the Patrol Boat as it was suddenly lit up by the Hail of Bullets.
As the Rope quickly Pulls back on the stretcher and the Corpsman, the Crew Continued firing. As the Patrol Boat Stops moving, the Pilot checks on the Thermal Imaging Screen on the sea hawk, seeing the Japanese soldiers in the boat dead or not moving.
As the rope stops, the Crew Chiefs help the Corpsman with the stretcher, pulling in an Unconscious Woman with an Oxygen Mask.
"She's severely Dehydrated and got shrapnel stuck in her leg when her plane crashed. Passed out just as we arrived."
The Corpsman says as the Co-Pilot glances over his shoulder to see the woman with his eye's going wide.
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The Co-Pilot quickly snaps out of it as the Seahawk turns off its Searchlights and proceeds back to the carrier.
Adam's POV
It's been almost two weeks since we arrived and were already being briefed of a large upcoming Operation.
"Listen Up and Listen Closely, This Is Operation Broken Lord. Next Month, 82nd Airborne Units will be dropped behind enemy lines in France and Regrouped to the NATO Base after taking out AA Installations and Enemy Officers. They'll be also be parachuted with five Abrams from a Galaxy. After Two Days, We will storm the beaches Here, Here, And Here."
The Officer says, pointing towards Areas in Normandy Beach.
"From Given Date, we suspected the beaches to be less defended but we cannot let out guard down. We will be ashore shortly After An AC-130 Gunship and Bombers bombed the entire shore. Once we make a beachhead we will proceed west towards the Outskirts Of Paris while other Army Elements push South. There is also a rumor going on the 101st Air Assault Unit will be retrained this month for assisting the 82nd. Remember, Watch your ROE, there are civilians in the following areas. Your COs will begin preparing you all, Dismissed."
We all Exited Buckingham Palace, I stretched, in my MARPAT Woodland Cammies.
I yawn, tired from the constant patrols from last night. I felt a tap on my shoulder as I see Jessie holding a cup of coffee, one for her and me.
"Here you are."
She says as I gave her a nod with a smile.
"Thanks, Jes'."
I told her, taking the hot coffee as I took a sip of it.
I felt a tugging on my pants as I look down to see a small kid.
"Hello there Little One."
I say to the kid, giving me coffee to Jessie as I kneeled. The boy had a small smile.
"Candy?"
He asks as I just chuckle, remembering the stories where Marines in Afghanistan were constantly asked for candy by Kids. I reach out for my pocket, grabbing a chocolate bar as I gave it to the kid.
"Who you are."
I told the Kid as a woman quickly picked her up.
"Molly! What did I tell you! I am so sorry sir."
The Mother says as I just chuckle.
"No need ma'am, it's quite alright. You raised yourself a good one right there."
I told her as she smiles, she walks away, carrying the Kid as Jessie Gives my Coffee back.
"Your good with kids."
She tells me as I took a sip of my coffee while looking towards the Old London Bridge.
"Yeah, I plan to have one someday."
Unknown to me, Jessie Blushes as she coughs intentionally.
"R-Right, who with?"
She asks me as I ponder for a moment.
"Well, only time will tell."
Meanwhile...
All across the world, a broadcast can be seen made on Television, some of it may even come after the broadcast was made.
The Television shows a black and White Oval Office, being Recorded by British Television and Modern News Network as the President of the United States Can be seen.
"My Fellow Americans, and to the rest of the world. All of you may have heard a rumor, a rumor where giant cities appeared over small towns. Or a Rumor that the United States Time Travelled. Those two Rumors are true. As science cannot explain the incident, one thing is for sure. The United States of America will Not Abandon the Nations we have fought for. Hitler and his Allies are a great threat to our way of life. So this is my Message To Adolf Hitler, Surrender. Our forces may have not fought yet, but we are not the same United States Of America in 1941. We have been battle-tested, and we are determined to win. And...This is for the Oppressed People. Jews, Japanese Occupied Nations, and many, many more. If you are watching this, you weren't forgotten, we will Return. As the Great General MacArthur Once Said, "I Shall Return." And so we have! We will not falter in the face of tyranny, we will be United. May God Bless Us All, And May God Bless These United States Of America."
Location: Coast Of France
"This is the USS Douglas MacArthur Carrier Strike Group, we arrived at Destination and awaiting further orders."
