Militia

Prologue: Kokoda

The shell of the empty bullet spiralled out of the chamber of the rifle, spraying small amounts of mud in every direction. A bullet whirred past my head, striking the dirt wall built up behind me. I aimed my rifle once more and slammed an enemy directly between the eyes. The enemy soldier's body hit the ground, presumable with a thud, however with the distance it was hard to tell. I kept firing as bullets went near my head. Thankfully the few enemies in this sector had bad aim. I kept at it, doing the job I had signed up for, shooting the Japanese soldiers in the head whilst trying to keep mine.

I was part of the Kokoda campaign, fighting on the Australian's side. I was in the Militia, part of an untrained group of soldiers. Our commander took it lightly, telling us to take our tennis rackets and get ready for some dancing on the beach. No one knew how violent it would actually be. The harsh trails and rough weather conditions created stress among the soldiers. We climbed up the impossible hills, only to climb back down and start it all again. It didn't help that we were on the defensive, we had a lack of supplies and we were outnumbered heavily, starting this campaign with only 1700 soldiers, the Japanese having 6000. We were being pushed back constantly, still are at this moment. The Australian Imperial Force (AIF) were no where in sight, due to being held up in Africa and Europe, fighting against the Germans. The situation was dire.

We kept fighting hard. We had no training and under the Japanese mentality of 'kill or be killed' we were having a tough time. I kept sinking shots in the heads of the Japanese soldiers, barely dodging their bullets. I tried my hardest to support my fellow Australian's, my brothers. We had been through thick and thin, retreating and trying to protect out country. It was hard stuff, and many had fallen. The American troops were no good, too scarred to stand and fight for the better of the world. I was sick of it. I kept shooting and shooting, protecting my home land.

*BANG*

I watched as a bullet hit me directly in the head. Why was I watching in a third person perspective?

"So how do you feel at this very moment?" I was familiar with this voice. It was the voice of god. Long ago I was feeling empty. I didn't have much to do and I wasn't helping anyone. Then god fell down and talked to me. The useless me, living in the 21st century had a chance to be useful. She sent me back in time, back to WWII, the Kokoda campaign. My name was to go down in history as one of the brave defenders of my country. I took her up on her offer and she took me to the front lines where I proceeded to die.

"So, do you wanna live again?" She asked me.

"Sure, but I'm sick of Earth. Everyone is just so fickle, and they live safe lives in the 21st century. The past ain't much better. They all just fight and fight." I replied, with a serious tone.

"Good answer. I'll take you to a world of magic and dragons. And I'll give you some fun things too." She clicked her fingers and there I was. I was sitting near a lake against a tree, in a world unknown. I leaned at the edge of the lake and stared at my reflection. I had short black hair, blue eyes and a rather slim face. My height was roughly around six feet and I had pale white skin. My appearance was similar to my previous life. I was wearing a brown hide cloak, grey denim jeans and a white button up shirt, similar to that of a Japanese High school uniform. I also had some knowledge that I didn't previously, such as that of how to access the most famous game feature. 

Inventory!

The inventory contained many things, most of which seemed out of place in this world. Mostly it was the inclusion of the WWII rifle I had used in my most recent life. Most of the Australian's used Vicker's medium machine guns, despite their weight. I managed to ask the god for a Type 38 Arisaka due to preferring the way bolt action rifles feel. That being said I had this rifle, along with an unlimited supply of ammunition in a world I probably shouldn't. I also had an M1911 pistol with unlimited ammunition as well, along with a holster to keep it by my side. I also attached a sling to the rifle so I could carry it on my shoulder. With all of this I had no choice. I was in a new world of magic and dragons, with a rifle in my hands. It was time to leave.

Time to go on my journey. One to change the world, and make my life have worth.