The Untold Story: Dooms Day

A Story by Jake Murphy

This is an excert from my new project. I want to get your feedback before I preceed.

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We had our orders. My men and I were to surround this large, three story, abandoned ,office building and seal off all exits. When we received the go ahead signal, we were to storm the building from the south entrance, quickly and silently. Once inside scan the first floor for possible hostile forces even though we were all informed in the briefing room that this building was indeed abandoned years before the date in question. Anyway once the first floor was infiltrated we were supposed to move up and secure floor's two and three respectively. When and if all floors were secured we were to head to first floor again and set up temporary command post and wait for evacuation .

A simple mission on paper turned out to be one of the biggest f**k-ups in American history. No one heard about this on the news because the government didn't want this public. My name is Captain Joseph Richter. I served in world war two from 1942-1945. My mission then was to serve my country to the best of my ability's. Now that I'm in prison for the rest of my life, I feel that is my duty to tell you how s**t hit the fan that dark day in 1945. This will be my recollection of the time leading up to , during and shortly after, my short stay in France.

Sometime around the winter of 1943, late November, early December, I believe, I was stationed in Southern Italy. Where exactly I can't remember, what I can remember was the telegram I received in mail call that day. It stated that my company and I were being transferred to France to be part of a new mission. I was at the time ,happy to get some action and so was my men when I announced that we have been transferred. In hindsight that was a very wrong emotion to feel. It took nearly two months to actually get our post. Once we finally arrived, in France,we were dispatched to Major Hines, a base commander set a this rickety outpost in the middle of only god knows. I report to him, according to orders, but I really ran the show, I being the only high ranking officer with combat experience.

The new mission statement given to me by the Major stated that we were to be part of a raid on some beach fronts and a try to get a foothold on some well needed territory's. My men and I were not airborne soldiers but the mission time slot was slated for early summer, around June. So we had training courses to complete from now, till then. What was going through my mind at the time was, “Great Basic training all over again, how wonderful” of course that is thought with sarcasm in mind. I'm trying to think back to when I first met with my men in France. We were there for a few days, we were given, I believe two days rest. I do recall one conversation I had with my NCO, Sergeant Major Cunningham and my second in command, First Lieutenant Briggs.

“Sir, You wanted to see us, Sir” said Cunningham, as Briggs and him, came through the door. They were both standing at attention.

“Yes, come in, both of you may be seated” I answered, while motioning with my hand towards the two chairs positioned in front of my desk. Both of the men seated themselves promptly.

“I called you two into my office so we can go over why we have been transferred here. The Major has given me some documents stating our upcoming mission.