Chapter 1 - The Heist of Innocence.

Aleo Eberly is eighteen. Instead of going to the movies with his friends. He is sent into a Bloody-Battle Field that is call World War II. He has one day to chose and one night to change.

The ashes burned my eyes. The smell of charcoal and gunpowder ate at my stomach. I herd voices, but couldn't make out the words. The only sounds I could hear was all the screaming and crying around me. I could make out the prayers of my fellow team mates. A Hawk screech zoomed thru the air. But what drowned out all of that was my heart beat.

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   My heart fell out my pant leg. The sound of the Soviet Aircrafts were overwhelming. I held onto whatever pride I had left, and marched on with some Boot Camp acquaintances. My body was ready for the damages ahead, but was my mind?

   It should have been. I spent the last three years in Hitler-Jugend. But what did that prove? That I can shoot an MP40? No it doesn’t prove anything. I’ve spent the last three years in “What ifs” and “Just in case.” And all that bullshit that came with it.

   At the age of eighteen I pretty much had no choice.

   My Father, he signed me up to HJ when I was fifteen, and personally…I hate Europe. Hitler also freaks me out. The way our country obsessed with Adolf, no wonder Hitler is bonkers. He was our new God, not our new leader.

   But was I suppose to say? “No dad. I hate our country, and Hitler is a crazy National Socialist.”

   I couldn’t, I wouldn’t dare. Especially since my dad was a War fanatic. His dad made him join the war in 1914, almost twenty years ago. The bad thing about it was; he liked it. He loved everything about holding a gun and feeling its power. People like that in our world is the reason we even have wars. After The Great War finished, Germany became disgraced. My father wanted honor. He wanted me, to follow his foot steps. So I couldn’t do s**t about it. That thought had paralyzed me. Me? Aleo Eberly…in War? Unthought-of, but I guess I had no say so…

 

   So I sat there, absorbing the atmosphere. I never realized, well no. I never appreciated the silence. It was the silence that helped my clear my mind, because right now…I needed it. I just didn’t want to die? Wasn’t that everyone’s reason…?  

   I wasn’t going to see my family any time soon; I was going straight into the bloody battle field. I couldn’t enjoy my last meal with them; hear their last words, nothing.    

   It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to it. My family has never been so close.

Once again my thoughts went no where as I a man came over to me; and my companions. He looked very intimidating with his funky face paint and bags covered in Swastikas. A small silver whistle hung from his big sweat neck.  He put it to his lips and with a loud, stinging sound we all jumped up.

“Okay, you little Horse S***s!” he said walking up and down examining us all with a discussed look on his face.

 

 

“Hitler-Jugend was for the pansies; and now happily you dropped your balls and are here! This is war gentlemen! You won’t be runnin’ to your Mothers anytime soon.” He walked by me, and he smelt like rum and dirt. I crinkled my nose lightly.  

 

 

 

Author's Note

Review and comment opening.

Reviews

[Through the Gateway]

Historical flaws:

1. Helicopters did not exist as a military tool until Korea.
2. M-60s are modern (1980s) and American (not German)
3. World War I was not called World War I until well after WWII was done. Prior to that, it was referred to as "The Great War".

I could probably also go into the Hitler Youth and the ideals of the German army, but I don't want to ruin your character.

Still though, remember that during WWII, many German-Americans returned to the Fatherland to fight on the side of the Axis powers. That should tell you how loyal and dedicated Germans are to their country.

[Pam]

So far I am liking where you are going with this. I don't know much about the history, but I like how you are creating the character and showing some of his family like. Great job!