This is not a crossover. It tells what World War II would be like in the world of PJO. Speaking of that, I don't own PJO. The entire story will be in one POV so you guys won't have to worry about POV switching... unless you want me to.

Another thing: I do not wish to offend any religious people due to the presence of Nazis in the story. It's how people thought of things back then. Later in the story, I might add the famous Invasion of Normandy (D-Day) and it will be intense.

September 14, 1942

I was sleeping soundly in my bunk when the alarm sounded. We were on the USS Suburbia in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean with the rest of the battleships. Everyone, including me, immediately woke up, strapped on our suits, and rushed to their positions down the corridors of the carrier. My duty was the gun cage with a son of Ares named Desmond Lance, but I like to call him "Des" for short.

I tore through petty officers and privates, and finally arrived at the armory. Desmond was too busy handing out Thompsons (loaded with mortal bullets, of course) and celestial bronze swords to realize I was standing right next to him. His muscles bulged underneath his white t-shirt and his face looked brutal as if he'd been through several fights with a chicken or some other kind of poultry.

"Damn it, Lieutenant," he said. I guess my cover's been blown already, "You're still bad at being Hermes' kid."

"One could ever know," I sighed, "Is this a drill?"

"No! Admiral Carthage spotted Heinkel He 50's on the radar."

Heinkel He 50's were a type of reconnaissance plane. They were designed to drop bombs and shoot from equipped machine guns. I walked into one of the sword aisles, "Did he say how close?"

"Find out for yourself!"

That's Des for you: always leaving it to me who makes things complicated. By the way, Admiral Carthage was a son of Poseidon (and it wasn't him that started this war). I sheathed a bronze dagger and flew out the door before Des could realize I'm gone. At the end of the steel hallway, I climbed the ladder to find at least a dozen fighter planes in the distance, but to me they looked like flying ants. The battleships in our fleet slowly took formations and primed their artillery cannons.

A yell echoed below me, "Get down here, Alex!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," I irritatingly replied. Before I could climb down the ladder, I decided to grab the nearby pair of binoculars. Through the lenses, the planes had Nazi symbols on their wings. I could even spot a few bombs from the underbellies of the planes too if I looked carefully enough.

Then, someone snatched the binoculars out of my hands and I realized that it was Des. It's a miracle that I even get along with him when he's such a kleptomaniac.

"I was looking through those!" I complained. He ignored me and stared through the binoculars.

"Oh Styx," he cursed, "They're coming alright."

"Major Lance and Lieutenant Wilson, why might you two gentlemen be doing up here when you're supposed to be in the gun cage?" a voice boomed from behind us.

"Damn you, Des," I whispered to him, "You got us busted again."

"Hey, it's not my fault you wanted to see the Germans," he said. We both turned around to face Admiral Carthage, our hands crossed behind our backs. Carthage had his jet black hair gelled sideways as he always had it when he was seventeen, which was thirteen years ago. His gloved hands were firmly clutching the ship railing like he was going to bend it in two.

"Sorry sir," Desmond spoke, "We were...um, distracted."

"Distracted?" Admiral Carthage asked, "I can't see how views of the German air force can keep sailors distracted."

"It won't happen again," I said, tugging on Des's hand towards the ladder. Carthage eyed us the entire way down.

Once we were inside the hallway again, Des said, "You really need to stop doing that."

"I am majority and majority is just a prediction," I explained, "You can't predict when I'm going to do something stupid."

He started walking ahead of me and snorted, "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious!"

Des stopped and turned towards me, "Do you have any idea what war we're in?!"

"World War Two."

"All you do is act funny about it! This is serious and you're not."

"You're a son of war and blood lust, Major," I said, "You should act grateful."

"Times change when duty calls."

I dropped the subject and enter the armory again. This time, I didn't run off to anywhere in particular and continued to hand out weapons. I hate the gun cage. It's annoying and boring and all you do is sit around fixing guns and sharpen swords. It sucks. If you get landed in here, it is actually Hades with incandescent lighting. Why did I even get assigned this in the first place? Oh, right.... never mind.

Before the cage, I was assigned the engines with a Hephaestus guy. He'd told me to shovel it in the furnace and I started to argue with the captain. And when I wasn't looking, I accidentally shoveled coal into the wrong furnace and it exploded. I guess that's the whole story.
The intercom blared, "German air force—ten minutes before arrival!"

"You best suit up with the best weapons you can get, Lieutenant," Desmond said.

"Since when are you giving advice?" I asked.

He growled, "Maybe it's just the right time to."

I put my hands up in surrender and started rummaging through drawers for a pistol but none held any. Then I just gave up and left myself with a celestial bronze dagger. Suddenly, I heard an explosion from below us.

"What was that?" I asked, feeling like a fool as usual.

"The explosion was caused by a torpedo," Des said, "But... there weren't any U-boats on the radar..."

Another explosion almost caused me to fall to the floor. Major Lance rose from his seat and walked into one of the aisles and came out with two M1 Garands, a type of rifle, handing one of them to me. We both ran down the steel hallway of the USS Suburbia and climbed the ladder again.

The afternoon sun blinded me for a second and my vision showed three buoys in the distance. Wait... they weren't buoys. They were the tops of German U-boats, but to me they looked like gray bumps in the water. U-boats are like submarines, except more brutal. Some things that are large can deceive the mind into believing it's small. I dashed across the catwalk of the battleship, not caring if Major Des would follow, and raced to the command deck.

Finally, Admiral Carthage came in view. I climbed up the ladder to find him arguing with one of the seamen. The argument stopped when the seaman noticed me. Carthage turned around. His blue suit had five military badges on his left shoulder.

I saluted to him, "Admiral, German U-Boats are sighted."

He saluted back to me and his face turned confused, "I never saw any on the radar."

I pointed out to the north where the U-boats were surfacing. Carthage immediately grabbed a pair of binoculars from the seaman and stared through them. After a while, another explosion boomed from below us.

Desmond finally caught up with me, "Do you have any idea—" he stopped himself and saluted when he noticed the admiral. Standing straight, Des was a head taller than me.

Carthage slowly returned the binoculars to his comrade and stared overseas.

"Orders sir?" Des asked over the sound of whipping waters. The sun was beating down on us like Apollo wanted us to die of heat stroke. The German planes were flying closer by the second.

The admiral shifted his white military cap, "Blow τους σε όλα τα Τάρταρα."

"Yes sir!" Des saluted. He went to the artillery deck to order the engineers to prime. As for me, being a child of communication, I ordered all the ships in the fleet (via radio) to attack any plane or German U-boat in sight. People scrambled to their positions.

I kept my M1 Garand close to my side. They weren't really the best weapon but they sure did the trick when it comes to brutal fighting and medium range. Unfortunately, the Nazi's had the better weapons.

One of the U-boats in the distance started to rise above the surface of the water. Smoke bellowed and antennae stuck up from the top. The steel covering is literally bulletproof, but not good enough for a ten ton artillery bullet to punch through its hull. Railing formed a perimeter around the top of the submersibles. A Nazi symbol and and identification were printed on their sides.

"Πυρ κατά βούληση!" Major Desmond called in Ancient Greek. Bone-shattering BOOM's echoed for miles on end. Some of the planes in the sky sputtered with smoke, even a few managed to crash into the water. I had to plug my ears with my hands because the sound was so loud.

Heinkel He 50's started to dive bomb and shoot at us, and I knew the battle had begun.

Greek Translation 1: Blow them to Tartarus.

Greek Translation 2: Fire at will!