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"I'll be back before you know it." a man named Henry Armer told his son.

"Promise?" asked 8 year old John Armer holding out his pinkie.

"Promise." assured the smiling Henry entwining John's pinkie with his. This, made the little boy smile as well as he wiped away his tears. Henry, after saying goodbye to his wife, Elizabeth, who was sad and angry at the same time, then left the beat up and tattered house. Henry, along with other men who were 20 or older, were drafted by Great Britain. 3 weeks before they started drafting, Belgium, along with all the other countries in Europe who weren't allies with the Axis Powers, were conquered brutally. Even nations who wanted to remain neutral and begged the Axis Powers to leave them be, were conquered. Hitler showed no mercy to anyone. Not even his own men who he cared not for even if they were officers.

After John's dad had left him, things in Great Britain became tremendously dangerous, as well as the scarce food and supplies. John's mother, had to home school him because schools were closed thanks to common bombings. Curfews were limited; doctors had to go often to their patient's houses due to common major power outages in the local hospitals.

For 7 years John had lived in his house not allowed to go out. (A/N: Time Skip) Then,when he turned 16, he volunteered to join in the British Army. His mom begged him not to go but he stood firm. "Mum, don't worry. I'll be back before you know it."said John who was hugging his mother.

"Yea...that's what your father said too, yet here we are...without him." John's mom said, here voice trailing off.

John left the house as he waved goodbye to his mother. He joined, because in the past few years, he had many friends who made presents for their fathers in Fathers Day. He, of course, had no Father; at least that is what he thought, he thought his father had died a long time ago...the war....it consumed everyone with fear. The bombs, The murders, The power outages, The economy problems, all of it, was insane. Order had been non-existent for almost 5 years in his home city in Plymouth. The bombs...all people talked about were the bombs. Winston Churchill had tried to calm the citizens of Britain many times, each which have always ended successfully. Each which have always started up again. It had started once more, no surprise; but this time, Churchill was unsuccessful. The order had been replaced by chaos, which had caused fires, droughts, outages, and so forth. Oh yes, The Blitz, was here indeed. Britain was no match for the over-experienced Nazi officers. The British Army, had only but 6 divisions; Germany, had about 89.

May 10, 1944 During The Battle of France

John went on a plane named 'The Iron Eagle' which had other military volunteers. It had been four years since Britain had learned that France was being invaded and failing to drive the Germans out of its territory. They were all sent to a British training camp under the command of General Oxis of the Allied Forces; he was a General that commanded 13 divisions. The ride took three days and three nights. On the third night, they approached German Artillery on the surface. One of the wings had caught on fire.

"BRAISE YOURSELVES!! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A ROUGH LANDING, WELCOME TO THE WAR, LADS!!" said a voice from a speaker.

It passed 5 minutes before the John had felt the loud *THUMP* under the plane, that shook the whole vehicle. The plane was landing, yes, but it had no control of its direction. The pilot was shot dead in the neck; the Co-Pilot had been flung out of the plane when the hatch in the cockpit broke open. Screams were heard as the plane ripped open in half as it stopped crashing into the ground.

"Shit..." muttered John.

John's P.O.V.

*John had blacked out*

Johns vision re-appears as he notices he is in a huge tent in a bed with white covers. His vision was still blurry but he could still see, sort of.

"Wh-Where the hell am I?" I asked looking around seeing nurses and men with huge bandages over their shoulders.

"Calm down, son. Your here in Camp Scabbard, the British military training camp..." stated a man with a thick British accent dressed in a green military suit with many badges on his chest.

"Wh-Wheres the rest of the guys...?"

"Guys?" asked the man shaking his head, "I'm sorry but you were the only man we found...you are lucky you had that belt strap on you, otherwise you would've ended up cold dead on that grass field."

Wh-Wha...happened...?" I asked as I suddenly had a major headache. The man must have noticed because he immediately ran next to me and pushed me gently back on the bed.

"Shh Shh Shh, easy son, you must not stir. You have a wound in your chest. That plane wreckage," Said the man shaking his head again, "A part of the wing went straight in your chest. It's stuck there real good." I looked down and my eyes widened as I saw a huge piece of metal with wires sticking out of my chest. Why haven't I noticed before? Then, I felt myself getting dizzy. I could hear faint yells of the man and saw two nurses running towards me; next thing I knew, I saw black.