You embrace your siblings as your mother falls down crying as your father squezzes your shoulder, not one of you say a word to eachother until your father broke the silence.
"Son, make me p-proud."
You nod at him, knowing that you are unable to do anything
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Friday 11:00 am
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You stand infront of your house encased in the feeling of anxeity, with sweaty palms and your heart pounding as you see the army truck roar towards your house.
Your father grips your shoulder turns you around and then locks his eyes with yours.
"Son, promise me, you will come back home."
You almost cry as you throw yourself against him
"I promise! I promise, I will come home!"
Soon after, a booming voice calls your name
"(Y/N) (L/N), BRING NOTHING WITH YOU AND GET ON THE DAMN TRUCK"
You feel a lump in your throat as you hear the booming voice and the rattle of the truck engine. You peel your self away from your father and then quickly run towards the truck that has the infamous U.S. Army star painted onto it.
"COME ON HUSTLE! HUSTLE!"
You reach the back end and then hurl yourself onto the truck. The back gate is shut as soon as you are on.
"Welcome to the army"
You get pulled up by a pair of hands then dusted off and you are then turned around to see a young man with chestnut colored hair and soft light brown eyes with tan skin
"My name Mason Rackhelm, its a pleausre to meet ya. Whats your name?"
You could tell Mason is a very approachable person, his soft eyes demand answers and attention.
"My name is (Y/N) (L/N). . . "
You dont know what to do as you breifly introduce yourself to everyone else before taking your seat and lose your self in deep thought about the possible outcomes for your unknown future.
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Fort Burningham
>Enter Perfered U.S. State<
07/24/1943
2:00pm
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You wake up after a short nap on the truck to lots of yelling and the crackle of gunfire. You jump off the truck as drill sargents yell at everyone to do so. Before you know it, you are all in lines and being marched in a line through what looks like a small medical building.
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3:15 pm
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After going through a quick and through medical examination, you are then marched to another building, you see guys just like you being marched in and while others coming out in full combat gear with weapons varrhing from M1 Garands to M1A1 Thompsons to M1 Carbines and some even coming out with springfeilds, hell, you were gonna look just like them.
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3:56
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After finally gettung your combat uniform on, you are finally able to go to the armory section. You were some what excited and anxious as you marched your way in to the armory.
When you entered you saw a huge line made for the M1 Garands and other weapons, as you wandered abit, . . . then you came across a line for another leading into another room of the building. The sign leading in read.
"B.A.R"
You had no idea why they would put a BAR where recruits can see it but, a cold beer sounded great so you got in line and waited.
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4:23
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You felt like a idiot for actually thinking you were entering a bar, you did find out that "B.A.R" actually stood for Browning Automatic Rifle, well either way, you still felt like and idiot. But that. Doesnt matter, you have to focus on what lays ahead.
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Heyyyyooooooo welcome to the end of the story, i hope uou enjoyed this one, i know that this chapter is starved of dialogue, but i had no idea how i could inplament dialogue in this one.i also apologise if this one is kinda of all over the place with its timeskips. I am truely sorry! Thank you for the support!
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Love ya guys (no homo)
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Word count 699 (nice)
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The White Spade
Historical Fiction(Y/N) is a from US Army trooper who has nothing really going for him, he is just a regular man. . .or so he thought. . . he is actually. . .
