Call me Soldier

[2] Ow...ow...ow

So, training was painful. Very painful. So extremely painful. Ow.

It was hard oh so hard, but I was determined. No matter how many times guys laughed at me for being weak, I still pressed on. Practice makes perfect, right? Right.

It was hard being the only girl in sight for miles.

I was at the disadvantage of being small and fairly un-muscular.

I just couldn't wait for the day that I could meet Bucky. The thot of seeing my brother after so long kept me going.

Even though Bucky and I hadn't seen each other since we were kids, I still remember him playing with me, helping me do things, protecting me from the monsters in the closet. He was a great brother.

Time lapse to after training is over and such.

All of my hard work ended up paying off when I was assigned to the 107th-- Bucky's division!

Sadly, when I got to camp, Bucky had already left. He and some guy named Steve had gone off to fight some special Nazis or something. Apparently, they were some special team named the Howling Commandos.

After a week or so, I had juiced every other Soldier about the details on Bucky's detail. No one knew anything.

So I hatched a plan to find them and ask my commanding officer for a transfer to see if I could get in on the fun.

No such luck.

I found out that their next target was some one named Zola. They were going to ambush him on a train.

I gathered supplies and took a truck. Their mission was pretty far away, but luckily I was able to find a pilot that gave me a ride with him to Siberia where they were going to take out Zola.

As we were flying over the mountains, there was a sudden jolt. The plane sputtered out and we began to fall. The wind whistled as we went down, down, down. We crashed with a boom into an icy river.

I reached the surface, gasping and coughing and shivering. It was soooooooooo cold. I turned everywhere, looking for the Pilot, but he was nowhere to be seen. Panicking, I stumbled around. I was bound to die in minutes soaking wet and freezing.

Suddenly, I was able to make out a figure in the distance.

"Help! Please help me!" I yelled. The person started towards me. The wind was blowing fiercely and snow was blowing around. I squinted into the distance trying to see who the figure was.

Once he was close enough, I was able to make out the red swastica on his uniform. Oh shist.

I didn't have much of a choice, though. Freeze here. Go with him and die. Or die. Hmmm, decisions, decisions.

I picked the soldier.

A/N: I am truly sorry that this sucks so much. It is hard to write because right now I am pretty much just repeating what happened in the movie. I promise things get more original in the next few chapters.