I figured it's about time to do that WWII era story I had been advertising. Just as a disclaimer, none of the ideas or movements in this story represent my own. I own nothing except my own OCs. PJO, HoO, and all of Rick Riordan's book series belong to Rick Riordan. To make it easier, all of the dialogue will be in English. Hope you enjoy. All criticism accepted.

Weiluń, Poland, 0400 September 1, 1939

St. Chor. Szt. Jęderzej Wieluński, Wojska Lądowe

Despite the earliness of the shift, the men were all antsy. St. Chor. Szt. Jęderzej Wieluński couldn't blame them.

Everyone had heard the news. Germany would attack at 0440 in the morning. This morning. It all seemed like a bad dream, no one knew where they would strike, but it was going to happen.

The Army had been spread around Poland to defend cities, but Weiluń, Jęderzej's hometown, was sorely understaffed and underarmed.

Indeed, the men stationed here had only a few AA guns to protect themselves against an onslaught. It seemed impossible that the Germans would attack here.

"Sir," yelled one of Jęderzej's subordinates, "all of our defenses have been set up. What should we do?"

"Take me to one of the guns. I might have some luck if they want to test the skies. Otherwise, wait."

Indeed, Jęderzej was a demigod, son of Jupiter no less. The German leader, Adolph Hitler, was said to be a son of Pluto, and Neptune and Jupiter were having a huge disagreement with Pluto.

With Jupiter on their side, the Polish would certainly be able to repel any air invasion the Germans would throw at them.

0430.

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes until the world comes crashing down.

Ten minutes until they met their fates.

Ten minutes until all Hades broke loose.

The troops tightened their defenses. Jęderzej yelled to them, "For every offender you take down, I'll give you a pay raise! Let none get through!"

0440.

Stillness. Then a low drone. Suddenly, what looked like the entire Luftwaffe instantly materialized in the air.

So they did fancy their chances. And they decided to attack here.

Let them come.

The defensive AA weapons lit up the night with tracer fire.

One enemy went down. Then another. More and more, but they just kept coming.

Then it started to rain on the defenders. Not water. Fire.

The first bomb was dropped and Jęderzej realised that they weren't going to get the extra pay he promised. They weren't even going to go ho. At least he got to die in his home.

He continued to fire into the morning sky, barely able to see the fighters and bombers camouflaged black. He could see explosions from bombs and enemy aircraft.

Jęderzej had felled his fair share, but wasn't fast enough. The last thing he saw was the black-painted underbelly of a Do 215 as it flew directly overhead, then away into the night sky.

He had enough time to shout up, "I'll see you in Hades, Fritz!"

Then everything went black.