Audie Murphy was a war hero from world war two and was a legend to many, so what happens when this hero ends up in another world with three other soldiers from both world wars?
1945. The war is over. The Krauts have surrendered after Hitler went and shot himself in the head.Now, here I am, on a plane headed for my home of Texas. The names Audie Murphy. I am a soldier and I just got finished fighting in the war. Just yesterday was the ceremony for our achievements and it would seem that I earned a bunch of medals for valor. Currently I'm nineteen and I'm just ready to get home, see my Ma, Pa and older Sister, then get some actual food. We're about halfway over Arkansas when the unthinkable happened. The engines on our plane blew out. The plane shook violently as civilians and soldiers alike started to panic. The plane was headed in a downward spiral and, within seconds, I was out cold. The plane crash took the lives of a little over 200 people with only eight survivors. I am among the deceased, but I'm not dead.
I feel warm, there's grass on my back, sun on my face, and the wind providing a nice calm breeze. My eyes open to the sight of a forest filled with pine trees surrounded by bright flowers and luscious green grass. This has to be heaven because there's no damn way the world would look this beautiful after the hell that just occurred during the war. This thought was only dashed by the sight of an M1 Garand and an M1911 sitting by my side, along with a small pack with MRE's and some supplies. This was my stuff back from the war. I was still wearing my combat uniform, save for my medals which were also on the uniform instead of my pack where I last put them.
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I collected my pack, secured all the supplies, and put my weapons away before I started to trudge through the forest. When I awoke the sun had been in the middle of the sky, now, It had to be past six as the sun was gone and the moon was up. Oh, yeah, about the moon, It's in Fucking Pieces! How'd that happen? Finally though, I made it to civilization. I had decided to try and find someone to see if I can get the hell out of here. After a good hour of searching and questioning I find my self in a store called 'From Dust Till Dawn' questioning the owner. He's looking at me like I'm some whack job that escaped from a nearby asylum. Yeah sure, I may be a little shell shocked but I certainly ain't crazy. Finally, I relent and decide to look around instead of talking to the guy. The shop is filed with crystals and powder of different colors. By the time I get to the back, I notice the only other customer in the shop was a short girl with back hair that seemed to be accented red, she was reading some sort of magazines about gardening tools from the looks of the scythe on it. I looked at the magazines and found one on what seemed to be models and figured, what the hell, I did my time, I should get to enjoy my self.
After maybe four or five minutes, someone else entered the store and I didn't pay attention 'till I heard the phrase. "Shh, we're not here for your money. Grab the dust." A robbery. Great, first day back from a war and already, got into a plane crash, woke up in some random forest, spent hours trudging through said forest, and wasted an hour trying to get answers. I put down my magazine, catching the attention of the girl next to me, and started to hide within the isle while I pulled out my M1911. I watched the men steal the powder and crystal stuff while the ginger guy was just watching. I was waiting for the perfect moment to strike, only for one of the goons to go flying through the window of the store. I was shocked still, only for another one of them to go flying because the girl from earlier just drop kicked the hell out of him. As she landed some red metal box on her back unfolded into some huge ass mechanical scythe thingy. I shook the shock out of my system and decided to jump into action. I jumped from my cover and shot two of the goons closest to me in the chest. The group noticed me as the ginger dude sent half his men at the girl and the rest at me, three each from the looks of it. Two of the goons came rushing at me with swords. I caught the arm of the one on my right and used it to block a strike from the guy on my left, I then tripped the guy whose arm I still had a hold on, kneed him in the face, and kicked him into the legs of the other guy who hit his head on the floor, knocking both out. The final guy aimed a gun at me, and me being the tactical genius I am, threw my pistol at his face, causing him to drop his gun. I bum rushed the fucker and as soon as he opened his eyes, I jabbed my thumbs right in those suckers and delivered a swift kick to the nuts, leaving the guy on the ground, incapacitated.
