"Minato-Kun please don't do this! Just seal him inside me again! This is our son's future you're gambling with!" The forth Hokage's beautiful young wife pleaded. Her long red hair was ruffled messy, Her breathtaking peach colored skin was now very pale, sweat was pouring down her face at a frighting rate, her breath taking aqua color eyes were tearing up, the effects of giving birth mere hours ago were clearly visible. Her legs were barley supporting her, her Uzumaki clan's large amount of chakra was only thing that kept her from passing out but even that was dwindling killed the forth to see his wife in such a state but he sucked up any emotions, he needed to be clear headed. The young blond haired leader of the most powerful ninja village in the elemental sighed while he cradled his new born son, Naruto closely in his arms. A towel was wrapped around him to keep the Namikaze-Uzumaki from getting sick. They just only minutes ago washed the afterbirth off of the five hour old. Do to the fact some crazy man in a spiral mask attempted to kill him, Minato free the Kyuubi and then kill Kushina. Thankfully Mikoto, Kakashi,Rin and the the former third hokage himself Hiruzen Sarutobi were hiding in the back parts of the cave they had selected for Kushina to give birth in; Just in case Something went wrong while she was giving birth and the seal somehow weakened.

The three manage to take the mask man by surprise when he grabbed Naruto and threatened to slit the newborn's throat. The hidden four managed to incapacitate him with some trouble but during their brief battle it turned out the masked stranger held the sharingan but it turned out he was new using it and since Kakashi Mikoto were experts on the sharingan they quickly over powered him and brought him to I.T where they threw him in the darkest but most secure cell they had and they also put his hands in a special type of cast that stopped him preforming any jutsus and chained up his legs too just to be safe. Minato sighed while looked at his little Naruto. His was not even a day old and he already had a mop of blond hair on his head. Minato smiled at the little angel in his arms; Naruto was practically Minato's clone when you looked at him, big spiky blonde hair, deep ocean blues eyes his facial structure was an exact copy. The only thing that wasn't was three distinct whisker like birth marks on each cheek of the infant's face. Not even tearing his gaze off his son, he answered his beloved wife.

"I am, Kushina. Only an Uzumaki can hold something as powerful as the Kyuubi inside them and you're too weak to reseal the Kyuubi into yourself; you won't survive the process. Kushina, honey... Naruto needs his mom more then he needs his dad. I'll always love you, hime (Princess). Please forgive me for what i'm gonna do." With that, Minato disappeared in a yellow flash of light that made him famous in the elemental nations but infamous to Iwa ninjas. Kushina was about to use her remaining chakra to catch up to her baka (idiot)-husband and beat some sense into him but was halted by Hiruzen Sarutobi; the third hokage himself.

"Out of the way, old monkey. Baka-Minato-kun is gonna get himself killed." Kushina snapped at him but unlike the other times she called him that, this time it lacked any spite, resentment or usually affection( oddly enough) it sounded desperate and tired. Hiruzen sighed as he took his pipe out of his robe and lit it. The smell of of burning tobacco entered Kushina nose. Her face started to cringe and she started coughing; no doubt of the awful smell the pipe was letting loose. The old hokage took a few puffs of his pipe before taking it out so he could answer the newly young mother.

"Kushina-chan, what Minato's doing is necessary for the safety of the village but I know that fact will not swade you. I'm sorry Kushina-chan but what we're about to do is an act of our love towards you and your family." With that Hiruzen made a motion with his free hand. Before Kushina could even contemplate on what he meant; the voice Mikoto Uchiha her best friend since the ninja academy suddenly was at her side. the Young Uchiha clan matriarch had tears streaming down her face.

"Please forgive me Kushi-chan." The eighteen year old woman whispered before she put the nineteen year old redhead in a sleeper hold technique that they taught all ANBU agents their first year for a non lethal way to deal with combatants. Kushina started to thrash around under her best friend's grasp, desperately clawing at the arm around her neck in an attempt to escape. Kushina's eyes got heavier and heavier until exhaustion and the need for rest claimed gently put the young mother on the ground. Kushina's snoring was as quiet as a mouse was the only noise heard in the room.

"Take Kushina-chan to the hospital Mikoto-san, she lost a lot of blood during child birth." The young ANBU bowed and picked Kushina sleeping form in her arms.

"Hai, Lord third." Mikoto soon left with Kushina sleeping calmly in her arms. The old hokage took a few more puffs of his pipe. The smell and taste of burning tobacco calming his old worried nerves.

' I hope you know what your doing Minato-kun. I don't think Kushina's heart could take losing you and Naruto-kun the same night.'

"NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!" The fearsome ninetails shouted. He was clawing at the ground in a vein attempt to stop himself from being sealed in some-some snot nose brat. NOT AGAIN! The demon fox was not some plaything!The destruction of this pitiful village was not his fault. It was that ass humping Uchiha in that fruity mask's fault. If that ass-hat wasn't there, he would have just left this little piss-hole behind. But instead was about to spend the next eighty to a hundred years in some brat's gut. The fourth hokage was holding his infant son by the armpits. The god of death; the shinigami was towering over the fourth helping the forth with the sealing process only at the cost of the nineteen year old father's soul.

"KAMI-DAMN YOU, FOURTH HOKAGE!" The fox screamed his last words before his whole world went dark. With the sealing completely Minato gently set the young infant in the ground. Minato should have figured he was heavy sleeper like his mother. Uzumakis could sleep through a thousand bijuu rampaging and just roll over to the other side of the bed and fall right back to sleep. A tiny smile appeared on his face as he though of all the times he had to wake up Kushina for a mission and she would do one of two things. Land a punch that sent him flying to the other side of village or grab him by the scruff of his shirt, pull him into the bed and cuddle up to him. for Minato it was about fifty-fifty. Minato's thoughts was interrupted once a serious of violent coughs rocked his system. A little bit of blood escaped his mouth. Wait? Why was he still alive? When somebody offered their soul to the shinigami for something in return their death is usually instantaneous. The god of death seemed to understand what the young man was thinking.

"You're not dead Minato-kun; for the fact that I can tell you still need me for something. Am I wrong?"

Minato let out a dry chuckle. Serves him right for hiding things from the god of death. He hoped in the end that it wouldn't come to that. That he could put faith in his village, that the village would treat his son as a hero for being a jinchuuriki. His hopes were destroyed once he got a good look at the hidden leaf. Nearly half of the financial district and suburbs were completely destroyed; He could still see a few fires still going. With sad eyes he cast his gaze on his mere six hour old son; the young man instantly knew what type of life his son would live. One of abuse,neglect, loneliness and heartbreak. He couldn't do that to his own son. Not in a million years. No this was best course of action for everyone. He'd just hope Kushina would forgive him.

"Yes... my...son's f-future." Minato managed to cough out. Talking was starting to hurt. It felt like someone stabbing him in the lungs with broken glass. Blood was slowly leaking drown from his mouth to his chin.

" Your worried that the village will vilify him?"

"Y-yes"

"What do you need from me then Minato-Kun"

Minato looked the shinigami in the eyes.

"I-i-i h-h-ha-a-a-av-e-e f-found a ne-e-w j-jutsu t-that will s-send him a-away f-from the e-elemental n-nations. A-all I n-need is s-some c-chakra." Minato now sounded like he was just seconds away from dying. He quickly explained the abilities of the jutsu to the death god the best he could which was difficult since his throat felt like sand paper and his tongue was dryer then the harshest deserts of Suna.

"Hmmmmmmmmm. Very well Minato-kun but his stay there will not be permanent. Iv'e seen what's to come in the near future. The tragedies tonight are just the prologue for things to come. Your son becomes the hero you want the world to see him as but you're fears are correct, his childhood is filled with abuse, sadness and neglect. If you agree there is a chance he will have a happy childhood...But once these lands need him I will bring him right back. Do we still have a deal?"

"D-deal" Call him selfish if you want but Minato couldn't do that to his own son knowing there was a chance that Naruto would become the village escape goat. Never. Not in a million shinigami snapped his fingers and like that Minato felt the pain melt away. Minato wiped the blood from his chin and sighed. This relief was just temporarily. He looked at his son with nothing but unconditional love in his gaze. Without looking at the death god Minato spoke

"Let's get to work." Minato quickly made the proper hand signs and prayed to kami nothing went wrong.

"Sunpō suwappu no jutsu!" (Dimension swap Jutsu) Minato called out. For almost fifteen seconds nothing happened but then the earth beneath them started to shake and unsettle the newborn Naruto who let out an ear piercing wale. A thunderous boom echoed through out the sky; A green spiral shape appeared in the sky. Little Naruto was suddenly levitating towards the portal, his cries were getting louder and louder the closer he got.

"Naruto...Daddy loves you." When the child disappeared from the portal; The shinigami snapped his fingers and in sync Minato fell on the floor lifeless. Tears of joy stained the late father's face with a small smile that the shinigami did not miss.

"I'm sorry Minato-kun"

With that the shinigami faded out of existence. His work here was complete. Now all he had to do was wait for Naruto's return home.

1925 USA-Wisconsin -just outside the milwaukee area

"What the bloody hell was that!? " A gruff english man with deep brown hair leaped out of his rocking chair and straight into the road that lead to his house. The thirty eight year old Daniel Travers had seen many things as a royal marine in the great war from brutal to down right despicable before moving to the states. But babies falling from the sky... That was new. Daniel picked up the screaming infant. Unsure what to do, he brought the infant closer to his chest and started to gently rock the baby. That somehow seemed to do the trick as the crying was replaced by a gurgling sound. The baby attempted to cuddle up to Daniel. The baby's tiny hands grabbed the dirty white shirt and attempted to pull the man closer. Where the hell did this baby come from. Daniel wan't religious by any means so it being a gift from God was out of the question.

"Daniel, Sweet heart? What's that noise?" A feminine voice with a midwestern twain called out from the screen door.

'Oh, Bollocks... Janet' Him and Janet met each other in England three months after the war finally came to a close in some piss-hole bar That Daniel couldn't remember for the life of him. She always wanted to come to Britain; see Big Ben and the like. When peace finally been declared it seemed like the perfect time. When news broke out in the states that Germany and what ever was left austro-hungarian empire surrendered' She hopped on the first boat to England. Daniel just got out of the hospital when some lucky german soldier gut shot him back in the trenches in france five months ago. He would have gotten out sooner since the bullet missed anything serious. But Daniel suffered a pretty serious mental breakdown. Woke up in the middle of the night screaming, seizures, hallucinating; that type of thing. The only reason the doctors didn't throw him in the looney bin was the head of the hospital was a family friend. Once he was out he actually wanted to leave England. Before he and his brother John got drafted in the great war he wanted a job in engineering while John pursued psychology. Sadly because of the draft he had to drop out of London University. Not two years later his brother succumbed to trench foot while stationed in France. He died on the operating table while the doctors attempted amputate the infected limb. Daniel blinked away any tears that were about to form. No need to open closed wounds. When him and Janet first talked to each other at that little piss-hole bar they just couldn't stop. They talked about everything. Politics,sports, culture..the war...his brother. She was the only person he showed the pain in him. She was the only person that saw him mourn. Nobody else saw that not even his own parents. They started dating days within meeting each other. When she found out he wanted to leave England;she enthusiastically suggested that he move back to Wisconsin with her. Three day later he packed his things, said his goodbyes to his friends and family, hopped on a boat with his beloved and didn't look back. Now he has a small but very comfortable house with his now wife Janet, Got a well paying job in a steel mill in town, not to mention the fact that his house was surrounded by the beautiful wisconsin wilderness. The only thing they wanted but didn't get was a baby. They tried multiple times but nothing. That was the only aspect they weren't compatible with. The screeching of the door opening snapped out of his thought. Standing between the doorway was his lovely wife Janet Travors. She stood about five'eight feet tall, has chocolate brown eyes, almond colored hair that just barely touched her neck. She was currently wearing a red colored silk sleeping gown that wrapped around her skinny peach colored frame. Daniel's gaze kept on switching back and fourth between his wire and the infant in his arms that currently had a small portion of shirt in his mouth and was now suckiling on it.

'Ah, screw it.' Daniel turned to face his wife, a nervous smile etched on his face. His wife gasped when her eyes landed on the infant in her love's arms.

"Honey, would you like to meet our son John Travers?"

the twenty four year old women promptly fainted right there in the doorway.

Chapter 2: A day that will live in infamey

sixteen years later

December 7 1941 Milwaukee WI

"John, Lad. Time to get up and get to work" The fifty two year old man said while knocking his teenage son's door. A low and tired grunt echoed out through the room. John slowly tossed off the "bed sheet" which in reality was their houses window curtain that had no less then thirteen small holes in it. When the depression hit in 1928 everyone felt it. The factory that Daniel had worked at for nearly thirteen years went bankrupt and laid off everyone who worked their. Without a job Daniel had no choice but to sell the small cabin and take his family into Milwaukee and bought what was a pathetic excuse for a house; it was barley even a shack! Daniel eventually got a job moving small boxes on truck at the miller brewing company.

'Heh. Job? me and my boy get paid a bloody penny an hour!' Daniel thought with a sneer.

Despite all that his family still loved and supported him. John sat up slowly; his unnaturally spiky blonde hair and ocean blue eyes are the most colorful things in this pathetic excuse for a room. Every wall was either grey or really faded out green; John could never really tell. His dirty white t-shirt was clinging on to him like a baby gorilla would to his mother; His jeans were the same deal except for the fact that it once a beautiful shade of blue. Now the fricking walls in his room had more color than it. Grumbling more to his self at the idea woking in that miller factory again. Ever since the eighteenth amendment was repealed The brewing companies were pretty much the only factories that are still open and hiring. Which was a good thing for the state since it's famous for two things great dairy products and beer. John was happy that his Dad had some passion in his life again since he had fallen into a deep despair and had nightmares every other night since he was laid off at the steel mill. He's a working man simple as that. The good thing about this damn depression is that pretty much everyone in the country is friggin' poor right now. The teen blinked any sleep out of his eyes and opened the door.

"Damn, already." John's thick accent was very typical for someone living in the midwest. John continued wipe away sleep from his eyes. He knew they needed the money but damn he really fucking hated working for damn crumbs. He would write to his congressmen or to the president but the shipping cost is half what he earns and plus all those new deal programs that the president kept on pushing through were helping but they were so small that barely anyone noticed.

"Watch your language young man and yes already; It's 6:00. You better say goodbye to your mother because we're gonna be gone all day. Adam forgot to lock the gate so a couple of violent idiots managed to get a handful of crates with them but not before they smashing up the loading bay. They were probably totally drunk both then and now. We're on clean up. They apparently smashed up the place real good while they were in there." John sighed very deeply. When ever his dad said he was gonna be at work all day he really meant that. John should know since he's been working with him for the past year and a half. John nodded sadly and made his way to his parents bed room. John turned the knob very slowly not wanting to disturb his mother. Though Janet and Daniel told John he was adopted when he turned twelve when he asked them why they look nothing alike. Both Daniel and Janet have the same almond colored hair but Janet has chocolate brown eyes while Daniel has hazel colored eyes. They sat down and told him the whole truth. That they just found him in their yard one day as an infant wrapped up in a blanket but nothing else. No note, no name, nothing. Afterwords when it was done the young John had tears leaking down his face. The couple feared the worst. Which in turn did not prepare them when the boy launched himself at them and captured them in a hug. The boy managed to choke that they are his parents and he will always love them as such. The couple soon broke down into tears themselves and hugged their son.

John snapped himself out of the memory and quickly wiped away any tears and ventured into the dark room. His mom didn't need to see that otherwise she would have leapt out of bed and coddle him like he was a toddler. The loving mother was lying in bed with what can be only be described as a rag blanket covered her body. Sweat was trailing down her face like bullets, her beautiful short cut chocolate colored hair was moist and was soaking the pillow she was resting on. She was out knelt down and placed the back of his hand on her forehead. John's eyes went wide. Her forehead was giving off heat like a damn furnace. John grabbed the bowl of water from the nightstand and pulled out the lone grey rag that was floating in it. John gently placed the rag on top of her forehead hoping that would cool her was like this for the past week. They couldn't go to the doctor; hell they were struggling to get non stale bread on the table; they had no choice but to keep working and hoped she kicked whatever she came down with. It was cruel but that's the reality of the situation; there was no point dancing around it. He leaned up close to her that her ear and his mouth were almost touching.

"Me and Dad will be gone all day. We'll be cleaning up some mess a couple of drunken morons made. We'll probably make it back in one in the morning if we're lucky. I love you." John gently messaged her cheek with his left hand. His thumb gently rubbed the soft skin back and forth. John hesitantly sat up, left and quietly closed the door. Janet opened her eyes and stared intently at the door with an unreadable expression on her face.

"My Baby." Tears were streaming down her face a mile a second.

John and Daniel left immediately after John said goodbye to his mother. Make shift shacks and tents littered the city. The streets of milwaukee were crawling with people just Like John and his Dad; heading towards work or looking for work. The latter is pretty much impossible these days. Any business thats in the city that's still open mind has a sign that says 'we can't hire anymore workers.' but it was either stay here and tough it out or leave the city and most likely the state and look for work elsewhere. But who had enough cash and food to leave? John looked around and his eyes landed on two men fighting over half a loaf of what was most likely stale bread in an alley. One tried to land a punch but the other one swayed to the right. John tore his gaze away and landed back on his father who was slightly ahead. He had seen too much of is this for the past thirteen years. The only good side to working at the factory is that it keeps him and his family from living like that. He wanted to help but how could he when he and his dad are earning pennies to the dollars. The gates of the brewing company approached the two in a flash. The father and son sighed in unison. It wasn't a glamours job in fact it was down right shitty but it was theirs. Beggars cant be choosers after all. Entering the factory; it appeared as worse as they feared. Crates were scattered on the floor, some completely destroyed and the alcohol was leaking on the floor. Others had the tops ripped off and all the beer in them missing. John bit down on his mouth to stop himself from letting loose a string of fowl language. When he gets his his hands on Adam he's gonna shove his foot so far up his FUCKING ASS THAT HE'LL FUCKING TASTE IT FOR A GODDAMN MONTH! Daniel saw the down right sinister look on his son's face he instantly knew what his son was thinking. He put his hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed snapping the the teenager out of his thoughts of all grizzly things he's gonna do with his co-worker's corpse.

"Relax, son. He most definitely got fired." Not a big shocker there. It wasn't like there wasn't anyone else available to do such a simple job. Half the country would eat through solid rock if it meant getting a job that pays so why keep him around. This was no means his first offence. Not two months earlier he verbally assaulted two of his co-workers because they were Irish. A few weeks before that;caught snatching a bottle of beer from a crate and tried (But failed miserably) To blame it on John. Yeah so this was most likely the final straw. John took a deep breath to calm himself. His Dad was right; Now he may finally see why his dad loves the work force. Daniel patted his son on the back.

"Come on, Lad let's get to work."

John nodded slowly and bent down to pick the shattered crates.

'This is gonna be a long ass day'

Monday, December 8, 1941, 11:32 Am

Daniel and John were currently sitting in the dining room chairs completely glued to their seats as the radio on the table was the only thing that was making any noise in the entire room. They didn't blink, they didn't talk, they didn't even flinch as time seemed to stop as no one other then the thirty second president of the united states relayed the shocking news.

Yesterday, Dec. 7, 1941 - a date which will live in infamy - the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.

"The United States was at peace with that nation and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with the government and its emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific.

Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in Oahu, the Japanese ambassador to the United States and his colleagues delivered to the Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message. While this reply stated that it seemed useless to continue the existing diplomatic negotiations, it contained no threat or hint of war or armed attack.

It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time, the Japanese government has deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.

The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. Very many American lives have been lost. In addition, American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.

Yesterday, the Japanese government also launched an attack against Malaya.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked Guam.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands.

Last night, the Japanese attacked Wake Island.

This morning, the Japanese attacked Midway Island.

Japan has, therefore, undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area. The facts of yesterday speak for themselves. The people of the United States have already formed their opinions and well understand the implications to the very life and safety of our nation.

As commander in chief of the Army and Navy, I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense.

Always will we remember the character of the onslaught against us.

No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory.

I believe I interpret the will of the Congress and of the people when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost, but will make very certain that this form of treachery shall never endanger us again.

Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory and our interests are in grave danger.

With confidence in our armed forces - with the unbounding determination of our people - we will gain the inevitable triumph - so help us God.

I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, Dec. 7, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese empire."

When the address finally ceased. John couldn't take it anymore and stormed out of the house.

"John! Where are you-" The older man Stopped when he realized his son was already out the door. He knew that John couldn't be reasoned with when he was rounded up like this. All he could do is hope that he didn't something would regret.

"Are sure you about enlisting in the army, Mr. Travers? This can be a life changing decision." The recruitment officer said with an even voice. He knew that the boy was sure. Given the tragedy that happened yesterday. He just wanted to make sure. This is this young man's future after all.

"Yes" John gave the Sargent a monotone response.

"Alright, let's begin. Whats your date of birth?"

"October 11 ,1923" John lied with a blank expression. He hated to do this to his Mom and Dad but he couldn't sit on his ass for the next two years. He needed to do this. Now. He is going to war. and nobody is gonna stop him.

Chapter 3: Basics

Fort Bragg, North Carolina December 11, 1941

John stepped off the bus stretching his limbs after being in that tin can for nearly 38 hours going as fast as a slug in a hurry.

Meanwhile all the slug summons did the slug equivalent of sneezing.

John reached into his nap sack and pulled out a picture. It was taken when was two years old. John was lying comfortably in his mother's arms with his head buried in her chest while his mom and and dad stared lovingly at him. John sighed and put it back in the sack. Happier days then this one. He knew his mom must be having a heart attack or something right now out of pure worry. His dad on the other hand most likely knew what he was doing the second he stormed out of the house like that. He knew John too well. A few seconds later a mountain of of a man olive green shirt and pants and the black boots approached him.

"Private Travers?" The man said with a thick western accent. His brown hair appeared to be shaved to the point the hair was nothing more then fuzz. The man's four 'o clock shadow is darker then the boots they're wearing. The man reeked of cigars and discount cologne.

"Yes." John replied. Resisting the urge to plug his nose and make a smart ass comment towards the smell.

"I'm corporal Roebuck. I'm here to tell you to you've been assigned to the eighty second airborne at camp delta. I'm also eighty second so just stick with me."

"Uh thanks?" John responded. He could tell that the corporal was a good man despite looking like he could fend off an army of hungry lions with a pocket knife. The corporal laughed clearly knowing how uncomfortable the boy was.

"Relax, kid. My bark is worse then my bite. Just ask my brother; he joined the marines a week ago and he looks like if I ate you. But he's giant teddybear once you get to know him though." Roebuck said with a throaty laugh. John continued to stare at the man like he just escaped from a nearby loony bin. Roebuck let out another laugh at that look.

"Here I'll show where our barracks are."

Thirty minutes later.

John rubbed his scalp for what seemed like the million time. The second they entered the building; roebuck immediately shoved him into what looks like a mini barber shop after that he was gently pushed into a leather chair by an elderly man man wearing a white trench coat andpulled out a straight razor. Realizing what was going to happen John shouted.

"GODDAMN YOU ROEBUCK!" So loud that all of Fort Bragg seemed to shake. John glared at his new hair cut in annoyance. Well at least the military garb was comfortable. After Roebuck came back John suppressed the urge to strangle Roebuck until he turns blue and purple. After Roebuck stopped laughing at the pissed off expression on John's face they continued with the tour; after about fifteen minutes showing where things were like the latrines,cafeteria and so on. They finally stopped at the barracks. John looked around the bunks and found he was the only one here. John looked at Roebuck.

"Am I early?" John asked a bit nervously. Roebuck shrugged his shoulders and said

"Probably, go pick a bunk and just wait for them." Roebuck extended his hand to shake. After John shook it; Roebuck straightened his legs and saluted the young man. John copied his movements. Roebuck left immediately after that. John shrugged and picked the bunk closest to the exit. John just laid on his bunk while he used the nap sack as a pillow. He tried the one that came with the bunk; felt like his head was getting massaged by rocks. After fifteen minutes of staring at the back of the bunk above him the doors of the entrance were slowly pushed open. A man only three years older then John walked over and took the bunk right next to Bryce. The man had bright red hair(Emphasis on had thanks to that butcher of a barber). He sat down on the bunk and pulled out a bible from his nap sack. John stared at the man strangely. Even though John wasn't exactly a believer he knew a couple of devout Catholics like live die by the book kinda guys but even they didn't carry the bible every were they went. The man caught the look the teen was giving him and gave a tiny chuckle. He'd seen that look before and to him it never got old.

"I'm a priest in training boyo." His think irish accent seemed to echo throughout the walls. John shrugged in understanding.

"You get drafted,"father"?" John asked. Genuinely curious. From what John heard on the radio on the ride over here, congress immediately approved of the draft after Germany and Italy declared war on the USA.

"I enlisted my "son". My name is Patrick Mcreary " The priest answered with a genuine smile. John raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"John Travers; I enlisted too...From what I understand doesn't the Bible have pretty specific things to say about killing a man?"

"Quiet specific, but it gets a little hazy when war is declared." He said while he continued to read from "the good book" as many called it.

'Oh yeah the whole "I don't bring peace, but a sword" segment thing' John thought. He'd thumbed through the bible on occasion. Even though it didn't really speak to him; he did remember all the parts that he did read. John sat up when he heard the door swing open. This time instead of a one person; eight walked in. The one that stuck out the most was a young blonde haired buzz cut recruit that was borderline anorexic. His simple folk glasses reflected the sun into the entire room. It was clear that he passed the physical by a fraction. They all assigned themselves bunks. The skeleton of a man chose the bunk right next to Mcreary and Travers. The two looked at the young man with sympathy while the others tried conceal their laughter. Then a deep southern accent presumably from Louisiana shouted

"Holy virgin mother of christ kid, I've seen more muscle on steamboat willie! Somebody needs to get you sandwich! " The skinny recruit bowed his head a little in shame. John glared at the large man. The man was the very definition of burly; The man's disgustingly large muscles were clearly see through the olive green shirts all the men in the room are wearing. His deep brown eyes were filled with a delight that only someone who speaks everything that comes to mind man saw the way John was glaring at him and he threw in hands up in defense.

"Whoa, don't shoot the messenger, blondie. Dear old Jebidiah is just teasing! Everyone in the Gibson family has a odd sense of humor." He said with a clearly fake innocent look. John and Patrick both gave him skeptical looks. The both walked up to the boy with glasses. John put his hand on his shoulders. This action startled him. His eyes landed on John and Patrick.

"You okay, man?" John asked. He seen and dealt with half-assed bullies all his life; still most of the stuff they say and do still hurt.

"Tak (Yes) I..mean yes." He corrected himself. He inwardly scolded himself for accidentally speaking in his polish tongue. John and Patrick's faces went from concern to sympathy having heard what the Nazis did to Poland.

"What's your name young man?" Patrick asked.

"I changed my name to Paul Mathews, My real name was Anatol Grubber. My father was Austrian while my mother was Polish. Both were Jewish." They didn't need to ask what happened to them given how much emphasis he put on were.

"Well hello Paul. I'm Patrick and this is John. Sorry about that guerrilla Jebidiah." Patrick said while pointing his thumb at said man. Paul smiled at the duo.. And then a loud shout entered the room.

"ATTENTION!" everyone got out of their bunks and stood straight as possible as their Drill instructor walked down the hall. He was a man easily in his fifties. His cold hazel eyes locked on to the recruits in the room as if they're the scum of the earth.

"I am drill sergeant Arnold Blake. You will call me Sir. If I ask a question you will finish it with either sir, yes,sir or sir, no, sir! we clear, maggots?!"

"Sir, yes, sir!' Everyone said at the same time.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU USELESS FORESKINS!"

"SIR, YES,SIR!" They responded louder this time. The drill sergeant grunted in acceptance.

"Well, Then. The time for puss-dicking around is over! I have been assigned to whip you little cunts into shape!" Everyone glance at each other not sure what they're in for.

Three hours

most of the squad was trying to continue to breath as their drill sergeant instructed for them to do laps around all around fort Bragg. The were clutching their guts and their faces were blood red as they made clumsy attempts at jogging. The only ones keeping up with the bitter drill sergeant is John, Patrick and Jebidiah. Though Patrick and Jebidiah are sweating like they're in the Mojave dessert and they're faces were turning a little red. Only John and Sgt. Blake looked completely fine. In all honesty John as a kid used to run back and forth in his neighborhood from he was seven until he was twelve. When his mom found out she was really glad they didn't have any sugar products at home.

Three days later

The drill sergeant and the squad were currently outside the shouting range while they stood in a perfectly straight line while Sgt. Blake was holding a strange looking rifle. Most of the squad never seen any firearm before while the others only seen bolt action hunting rifles.

"This maggots is the M1 garand. it's a semi-automatic rifle chambered for the .30-06 Springfield rifle M1 is an air-cooled, gas-operated, clip-fed, semi-automatic, shoulder-fired weapon. This means that the air cools the barrel; that the power to cock the rifle and chamber the succeeding round comes from the expanding gas of the round fired previously; that it is loaded by inserting an en-bloc; into the receiver; and that the rifle fires one round each time the trigger is pulled."

The Sgt inserted an eight round clip into the weapon and pushed the bolt forward. He put the stock of the rifle against his shoulder. He lined up the sights with the wooden target and squeezed the trigger.

BANG!

First one hit the "gut" of the target

BANG!

BANG!

The next two took off both arms of the target.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

the next three hit dead center of the chest. If was a real person; the heart and lungs would now resemble mashed potatoes.

BANG!

BANG!

PING!

The last two rounds took the left and right side of the head. When the rifle made the ping sound the metal clip shot out of the rifle and onto the ground. The Sgt loaded another clip into the rifle and pushed the bolt forward again and handed it to John.

"Your turn, cupcake."

John ignored the surprisingly clean insult and copied the drill sergeant and lined up his shot at the next target. No one seemed to notice John's eyes switch from blue to demonic red back to blue in seconds. John squeezed the trigger.

BANG!

Everyone stopped breathing with they're eyes wide as tires and their jaws slack. Wooden target suddenly exploded into a thousand wooden pieces that landed all over the training field. John looked back towards his rifle and the smoking crater for several seconds and then he turned to the drill sergeant

"Umm, beginners luck. Sir?"

APRIL 30 1942

For this training they were gonna jump in full combat attire. The 82' airborne logo on the left shoulder which was two AA's on a red block and the american flag on the right shoulder. The standard issue combat helmet had a fishnet cover on it. The parachute was around twenty pounds and covered his entire back. The plane roared across the sky. You could still hear the wind whipping by even in the incredibly thick haul. Right above the door to the cockpit was a light bulb that's glowing neon red. Paul was fiddling with a lighter that John got him when they were on leave, Jebediah or 'Jeb' as most of the squad started to call him was humming some sort of country tune. Suddenly the red light turned green.

"GREEN LIGHT, THIS IS IT PEOPLE!" John shouted. They made their way to the second door on the plane. John being the first one there looked out the door. They were a good twenty stories high. John choked back any doubts and fears and jumped. John could have sworn he was now floating in a sky. The wind seemed to massage his skin. Soon the electronic cord was pulled from the plane and the chute shot out from the pack and John grabbed onto the handles of the chute as it slowed down his decent. The training ground started to came into view The green colored flares signified his designated landed. John used the handles to steer it into the correct direction. a few minutes later he landed just ten feet away from the flare. John tossed of the pack on the floor now useless. John grunted when he realized this particular experience was gonna happen a lot in his military career.