𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚞𝚝𝚢: 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍

An Idea...

Lieutenant Y/N L/N lay in his hospital bed, the wound he had sustained in Tobruk keeping him immobile for now, during that time he had began to think, what if he took the concept of the SAS, a squad designed to go beyond enemy lines and disrupt operations, and made it an open matter for the entire allied forces. A multinational unit with one purpose, to disrupt the enemy war machines in any way possible. He wrote down an outline for the idea on a piece of paper, his Father, a general, Harry Y/N, had yet to even indicate that he had noticed his son was injured in combat, thus he had not even visited. The only home comfort Y/N had while he was in hospital was letters from his girlfriend from London, Deirdre Knighting, she was the daughter of a rich aristocrat, Lord Edward Knighting. Before Y/N knew about her father he loved her, after meeting her father and seeing how far the apple had fallen from the tree, he loved her even more. Her father was a pompous man, the type Y/N despised, the type who if he was a general, would keep trying the same tactic over and over again even though it failed miserably the previous four times, the kind to waste men's lives over an inch of ground, the kind who insisted that the war could be won by fighting the same way they had been for years, armies of men meeting on the battlefield and taking turns to fire volley after volley at one another until one side surrendered, a piggish general.

Deirdre was a few months younger than Y/N, they were both 22, she was the picture of beauty in the eyes of Y/N, who had promised her he would return to her when the war was over, he had promised to use some of his art talents to paint her a portrait for her house.

Y/N had asked her father for her hand in marriage. Her father saw little merit in him, and made a deal with him, if Y/N received a commendation of any sort, he would be allowed to Marry Deirdre, the next day, Y/N was volunteered for the British Commandos. He spent weeks in training before being sent to North Africa, since his arrival however, Y/N and his men had been constantly stood down by Generals, or had encountered problems because of higher ups foolishness. His transfer to Tobruk gave Y/N a spark of hope of finally doing something to help, but instead, he was shot in the leg, when moving from cover to cover, falling and hitting his head on a rock, when he woke up, he was in the hospital.

Four weeks had passed since Y/N was taken to the Hospital in Cairo, he was able to hobble around on crutches at the moment, he was being sent to Europe by command, both him and his father were being reallocated to the European theatre.

As he hobbled out of the hospital, Y/N spotted his father, General Harry L/N.

"Ironic, you visit me on the day I get out of here father." Y/N said as he hobbled over to the car waiting for him.

"Just get in, your belongings are in the boot already." Harry said as Y/N got in the car.

"Lovely to see you too Father." Y/N said as he held onto his crutches. "So, why are we being sent to Europe?"

"We're not, not yet. We've been asked to attend a gathering in London, a lot of High Command will be there...as will the Prime Minister."

"Prime Minister Churchill is going to be there?" Y/N asked in disbelief.

"Yes, word is he's looking for someone to help take Europe back, so don't cock this up for me." Harry said as Y/N looked at him.

"I would appreciate a little respect father, I am your son after all." Y/N said as Harry looked at him.

"Like you've shown respect to your officers, every time you're not on deployment you're at the race course, or the local bar, getting drunk or gambling away our fortunes." Harry said as Y/N chuckled.