The Beatles Through History

Chapter 1

“That finishes it up.” George Martin, the producer, told the four musicians; John, Paul, George, and Ringo after they had finished their song, A Hard Days Night.

“I'll get some tea.” Their producer got up and left.

           John Lennon flung his guitar over his head and laid it down gently on the floor, and started talking.

“Ssh,” Paul McCartney said looking around. “Do you hear that?”

John looked in the same direction as Paul. “Nope.”

Paul sighed and looked at John. “George, Rings. Do you?”

George shrugged.  Ringo listened. “I do here somethin’ and it sounds like its…”

Suddenly there was a loud crash and both Ringo and his drum set fell through the floor. The other three looked down.

“Ringo!!”John called.

Paul ran over to the hole Ringo had fallen in to.

“Funny. It looks like a deep hole.” George Harrison stated.

“That’s really strange.” His eye brows crossed. "It doesn't seem to come to a stop!"

                    ~*~

Ringo was falling through darkness. It never seemed to stop. Then suddenly he hit a soft, yet rough suface. He opened his eyes. Scared of where he was going.

"Who?...Where...Where Did you come from?!" demanded some one with a French accent.

Ringo turned around quickly. "I-Well I fell...you wouldn't believe what I've been through!" He put his hands on his head.

"Who are you then? A spy?" the French man infront of him demanded.

"Ok well Im Ringo Starr. And who are you, if I may ask?"

"Your British, nevermind. I'm Corporal Louis LeBeau. You must be the man they sent to us, right?"

Ringo looked confused. "who's 'they'?"

"England. The Royal Navy. Our con..." Lebeau was cut off.

"Louie what's goin' on down here?" it was an American who entered. "who's this?"

"His names Ringo. Weird name huh?" Lebeau said getting up.

Ringo got up as well. "Where am I?"

"You are in our tunnel and above us is a POW camp. I'm Colonel Hogan." he reach his hand out for the Beatle to shake.

                     ~*~

George leaned in a bit more. "Hey Ringo you down there?" he yelled as loud as he could.

"OW! George! Don't..." John began to fall down the hole.

"NO JOHN!" Paul yelled and grabbed John's shirt. Only to fall in after him. George grabbed Paul.

All three fell into darkness.

And landed next to...

     ~*~

Hogan stared and Ringo and Lebeau turned around to see, three other people.

"Colonel, what's goin' on down 'ere?"

"Oh Hey Newkirk. These are...ermm this is Ringo. And they..."

Ringo told them the others names.

"Yeah. And this is Cpl. Newkirk of the Royal Air Force."

"Funny hair cuts." Newkirk said, puffing smoke out of his mouth.

"Their what WE wanted, corporal. For our band!" John said angrily. He brushed the dirt off his trousers.

"Can you all come with me?" Hogan asked.

"Sure." they all said in unison. They followed him.

"You all can stay here. Till I figure somthin' out." he frowned. "Wish I new."

"Colonel!" A man called from above the ladder. "Klink and Hocksteter are comin!"

Hogan rushed up the ladder leading to their barack's above.

        ~*~

"Rings, what'd you get us into!" John asked.

"I don't know! Why ya guys..."

 The hatch re-opened.

The senior POW officier came quickly down.

"Kinch," Sgt. Kinch is the radio man, "get four uniforms, not German. We're going to have to move barracks." Hogan said and turned around.

"Again?!" Kinch sighed and came back with four uniforms.

"Ok, now, put these on." he handed each a uniform.

After they finished everyone went up stairs.

                      ~*~

"What are we doing?" John asked, putting on a cap.

"We're moving to a new Barracke. We might have to do somethin' bout your hair." Hogan said while thinking.

"No!" John said curtly.

"your not convincing..." Hogan replied.

"As What?” Paul asked.

"Soldiers, or POWs."

"Ah govn'r it's fine. They look like I would if I didn't cut my hair." Newkirk said smiling at John. Who smiled back.

Ringo looked around. "Where’s George?"

"Here!" George called and continued his conversation with Sgt. Andrew Carter.

"**Achtung, achtung!" A fat Sargent commanded, as he entered through the baracks door.

"Yeah Schultz we're coming." Hogan waved a hand. They all followed Schultz out the door.

**Attention, Attention.