Mike, Miles away from Japanese territory
"Alright boys, we're about to be dropped into the enemy lines, the navy is hitting those gooks hard. If I don't see you back at base I will attend your funeral yelling at your fucking coffins until you get back up! Gear up check static lines!" yelled the Sargent over the loud roars of the engines, explosions can be heard popping near us, ahead of us, and behind us. As I got up with my M1 Garand I checked my squadmates equipment as I had mine checked, I checked static lines to see if they were secure, and we were ready to go.
I stood there waiting for the man in front of me to get moving, he turned his head to look at me and said in a Southern accent, "Let's put on a show for these gooks, the niggers back home will be jealous when they hear our stories." The line began to move and jump, the instructor instructed us to get a move on.
As I stood in the door, I didn't think twice about jumping, I didn't even think at all, my legs, rubbery, moved on their own blindly. My parachute deployed once I was airborne. The immediate speed reduction was enough to kick my stomach in downwards, it hurt.
Once my squad and I landed, I picked up my Garand and rushed to a rock where my squad took cover behind. "Get your fucking head down private!" I did as told "コトーばんざい!" (Jap-Eng: Kotō ban zai!)
"Shut them the fuck up!" yelled corporal Davidson, after poking his torso out a Japanese soldier jammed a bayonet into his heart, without hesitation we shot the Japanese bastard, explosions blew up around and near us, and after we loaded a magazine and clip in the soldier he fell to the ground with his gun and so did Davidson. "Davidson! Talk to me you fuck!" nothing. "Don't you fucking die on me!" Hemingway's bloodstained hands gripped a breathless body, Davidson's eyes stared into the sky not blinking. "Motherfucker!" Hemingway yelled, he gripped he gun angrily and before he can get up to fight back the Sargent dropped him onto his knees, "He's gone, get it through your fucking head! He would want you to stay alive!" I heard all this as I was firing at the enemy as the rushed us. I popped a head shot off of the enemy and across the way, a trench lined with Japs ready and waiting for us to rush them. "Hey they got a trench across the way!" as the rest of my squad looks at what I saw, one of my men picked up his Springfield praying before a shot. "Dominus Iesus Christus in caelum in toto corde meo rege rounds hostium nocere me, quod vis ut faciam, quia non credidit ipse et magnitudinem tuam narrabunt." (Lat-Eng: Lord Jesus Christ in Heaven guide my rounds into the heart of my enemy that wish to do me harm, for he is not a believer of your greatness.) after he says this he pulls the trigger and hits his target. "Hanc creaturam feceris, sperantes in interitum disperdens aedificatam." (Lat-Eng: For this creation you made, was built for destruction amongst those who hope to destroy you.) and once again a bull's-eye.
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The Jumps for Victory: Soldiers Stories
Action3 Brooklyn Brothers on three fronts, fighting against three of the main Axis leaders. Mikey in Imperial Japan Tommy in German occuupied France and Henry in Sicily All part of Divisions unknown they tell us their stories of how they helped take dow...
