Rewritten on 4/27/15

A/N: Welcome to the first installment of the new and improved, re-written Feet First Into Remnant

Name: Robert L. Paterson

Rank: Sergeant

Bio: Robert grew up in Wyoming on his family's farm. He had no siblings and found this quite annoying at times. But now, he suddenly found himself in the most intense and gruesome time in the worlds' history, World War II. He wanted to serve like his father who had served in the US army during the First World War and was injured. Despite this, he held his head high, knowing there was nothing more to give. However, Robert had a different idea. With his dad's permission, he went on to join the Airborne in early 1942. Experiences included but were not limited to; jumping out of airplanes, killing Nazis, Defending the Mother Land, and last but not least, danger pay. What was there not to love about it? Well that's the thing, he outright hated it. He would never do anything like this ever again. The war however, was far from over, and the Airborne were gearing up to jump feet first into Nazi held territory across the English Channel for Operation Overlord. The Airborne were tried and tested by fire and had helped accomplish many tasks that normal infantry simply couldn't. A fresh Sergeant, he was going straight into a shit-storm that would see him tossed into an alternate dimension.

Chapter I

Where Am I?

Dawn over Omaha

Operation Overlord

Allied Forces Estimated 1.5 million

Axis Forces Estimated 380,000 + Defensive Structures and AAA

Well, Robert had never been one for speeches but he could lead a chant.

"We're nearing the DZ!" The pilot of the C-47 Troop Plane yelled back to Robert.

"10 Minutes until we reach the DZ!" Yells one of the pilots.

"OK that gives me some time to get us started in a little chant." Robert clears his throat and raises a hand to quite the men.

"Who does the Army trust the most?!" Robert yells out.

"Airborne!" The Airborne yell back.

"Who do the ladies love the most?!" Robert yelled.

"Airborne!" The troops yelled, louder with each echo.

"And who do the Nazis fear the most?!" Robert yelled, with all the force he could muster.

"Airborne!" The soldiers screamed, with a cumulative thundering roar of clapping hands, as the light to jump turned red.

"Red Light!" Yells Robert.

"Stand up!" Robert yells and motions with his arms for the Airborne to stand up. Everyone stands and puts their chute cables in their hands.

"Hook Up!" Robert again motions with his hands but now he has his fingers in a hook and pulls downwards slightly. The rest of the Airborne secure their hooks.

"Get read..." A loud boom and a piece of shrapnel tore through the soldiers Neck leaving a 3 inch slice across his artery. Seconds later, German Quad 20's tore through the plane. Robert leaned out the door and saw that the plane was pulling nose down.

"Jimmy, Left engines out!" Robert yells as the floor slicks with blood from the dying trooper.

"May day, May day. Flight lead this is plane 146, we are hit and going down at 40 feet a second and increasing." The copilot yells into the radio.

"Sergeant, the pilots dead, you guys got to jump." The now pilot yells to Robert. There are assorted reactions from "What the hell are you thinking" to "Screw this shit I'm jumping right now." The floor by now was red with blood from not just the solider with the 5 inch piece of shrapnel in his neck but the assorted arms and legs that had been separated from their owner courtesy of the Wirbelwind's 20MM shells.

"OK let's go, Jump, jump, jump, move your ass or I'm pushing you out" Robert yelled. Two soldiers had left the plane. However, before anyone else could jump, there was a loud bang and a bright white light, brighter than anything Robert had ever seen.

When his vision cleared he was met with a sprawling forest as far as the eye could see going on and on in all directions.

"I don't care what the hell just happened, you and your boys got to jump this bird is still going down!" The pilot yelled as the plane re-entered its steep dive.

"Go, I'll release the Storage crates, remember the green smoke flares, you all need to converge on them once you land. It was an honor." Robert saluted as he and the 8 others jumped out of the plane.

Unknown Location

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Robert's parachute opened and it jerked his harness in the most satisfying way, because as he said 'If you never feel your harness jerk, you a goner.' As Robert was floating down he saw the C-47 catch fire in the main fuselage as the plane crashed into the forest. The snapping of trees in the distance along with the black smoke now rising from the wreck. Robert looked up and his eyes shot open when he saw a hole in his parachute which was gradually getting larger with every tug on the straps.

Robert had only one thought in his mind 'steer for the thick trees' because if his parachute ripped he would tumble through the branches and not fall straight to the ground. 'Just a little further' he thought and then a loud ripping sounded and he saw his chute tear apart and he started falling. Mind that he wasn't just 40 feet from the ground he war around 200 feet from the ground. He closed his eyes and fell. He felt the snap of branches against his thick airborne clothing. He kept smashing through branches and then his chute snagged on a branch.

"Aw Christ!" He said as he saw he was around 20 feet from the ground. He sighed "Well… there's no easy way out of this. He grabbed his harness buckle to only see that it was jammed closed. He cursed under his breath and pulled out his combat knife which he then started to saw away at the restraints of the harness with. It took a few minutes but he did it.

He yelled as he plummeted to the ground, his heart rising into his throat from the sudden drop. He was relieved that he heard no crunching but only a loud thump as he hit the ground. He pulled out his M12 Trench Gun and checked it, pumping the grip he saw the shotgun was loaded with slugs. His Thompson was also full along with his M1911 pistol.

As he did so he heard a crunching behind him and dove into the bushes to hide. All he could see from his position were tan boots.

"Flash" He said and held his breath hoping that the person said thunder.

"Thunder" Came the reply.

"Holy shit I thought I would never anyone anytime soon Sir." Robert nodded at the airborne and started walking when he heard another crunch, this time to his rear.

"You hear that" Robert raised his Shotgun and aimed it at the bush as the other airborne trooper moved towards it. Then there was a roar, not that of a machine but that of a beast followed by the rapid patter of a Thompson.

"What the hell Sergeant" The solider looked pale as he locked eyes with Robert. Robert turned back around and scanned the tree-line with his Thompson.

"I don't know son, this isn't France I know for sure." Robert turned back to where trooper was and froze.

He wasn't there anymore. All that remained was his helmet and his blood soaked gun.

"Private?" Robert wasn't normally scared but, now, his blood was pulsing through his ears. He didn't know what had gotten into him but he ran. He ran, and ran, and ran, until he reached a small clearing.

"What the hell was that, He couldn't have just dis…huh?" Robert felt a wetness on his shoulder and looked up to see a soldier with his insides torn out, blood pooling on the ground beneath him. He looked at the soldier and saw that the Private had a Thompson strapped across his chest and down on the ground were several dozen cases of .45 ACP rounds from his Thompson's drum magazine. He started backing away and saw green smoke around 400 feet away. He didn't dare look back at the young soldier hung in the tree like some ghastly decoration.

Roberts mind was spinning as he slowly walked up to the solider, tearing one of the two dog tags from his neck, putting it in his pocket. The blood still pulsing in his ears as he hears a growling from his right. Not daring to turn in that direction he starts sprinting in the opposite direction.

A futile attempt to escape what lurks in the forest with him. Seeing as what has become of the rest of the squad, he may be the only one left.

A/N: New rewrites coming soon...