• March 23,1941




    The sound of the ground and rocks flying through the air as i rolled over to take cover behind the crashed air plane. My rifle was in my hands and my team slowly following me firing at the enemy up by the farm house. "Patterson!! Move your men next to the hay stack!" I shouted taking a shot at a German soldier who fell to the ground. Patterson's men followed him over to the hay stack. A airplane was flying above us. The bullets shot through the air as fast as lighting from the turret inside the airplane. Patterson and his team were dead within minutes. I raised my rifle and took one shot at the person mounted at the turret he fell to the ground hard breaking his arm. The man was dead instantly. I took a shot at the man flying the airplane. He died right there in the pilot seat and the airplane spun like crazy eventually crashing through the windmill behind the farmhouse. I placed my rifle on my back and pulled out my machine gun. I ran across the clearing unloading a full clip at some men stationed behind a water barrel. I rolled behind the hay stack where Pattersons men had died. Where was Pattersons body? I looked around for Pattersons body i saw him over by where the farmer kept his horses firing at the Germans. I reloaded my machine gun and pulled out my 9mm pistol. I ran up to the farmhouse behind a water barrel. There was a faint silence. Patterson came up behind me. I continued forward into the farmhouse. I saw a woman hung by a rope inside the farmhouse. A man was limping over to the back entrance to the farm house. I ran up and tackled the german to the ground and pointed my pistol at his forehead. Angered filled my eyes...neither of us said a word. "Youre...going...to...die" The German said blood dripping from his mouth. I shot him and blood filled the floor. I got up and holstered my gun. I turned around and saw Patterson aiming his 9mm pistol at me. I raised my hands as if i were under arrest. "Patterson...what are you doing?" I said waiting for Patterson to pull the trigger. "It's for your own good." Patterson said. Patterson then pulled the trigger. I fell to the ground and blood flew threw my head and mouth. I fell to the ground hard and started coughing up blood. "Patterson...why...?" I said coughing up some blood. "The world needs a better hero...and that hero is not you..." Patterson said aiming the pistol at my forehead again. I drew my pistol and shot him in the stomach then the head. The farmhouse filled with blood. Patterson died instantly. I slowly spoke my final words..."The world needs a better hero....",I laughed coughing up some blood at the same time...slowly my eyes closed then i spoke "The world would be better off...without them..." I spoke then turning my head...death filled my thoughts...and i blacked out...dying...


    A week later...


    Loud chatter filled the room. I woke up feeling wierd. I touched my head i hade a headache. "Am I dead??.." I spoke in pain. "Far from it" The doctor spoke. "I survived the gun shot..." I questioned. "Yes...barely though Patterson is dead we've confirmed." The doctor spoke to me. I smiled and then said "I guess the world does need a better hero...and that hero is me..."