A chapter on January 1st to make up for not uploading in a few days! This is Bond of Brothers (Previously Brotherhood, but I used that for my SWTCW fic), and will cover Jonathan and Jordan's everlasting brotherhood from 1912 to 2552. For at least 11 or so chapters after chapter 3 (where we delve more into the brothers childhood), Jonathan will be referred to as Lieutenant Evans or James Evans. Now, onto the story...
Kramburg: Yes, Jonathan is an original character.
Chapter 1: Landing in Italy and Fighting in Italy
Late August, 1942.
Gunfire spewed from barrels, buildings cracked and crumbled to the ground. Amidst it all were two brothers.
"Come on! Private Laws, with me!" A lieutenant, James Evans, shouted, more accurately Jonathan Laws. While normally he'd be more content to aid Jordan, his little twin brother by seven minutes, when they needed to be serious they could be.
"Yes sir!" Jordan shouted, his teal-green eyes brimming with determination. Together, he and James sprinted up into the trenches. Someone called to the other soldiers storming the beachhead to move up.
"Sergeant Gamblin, take Corporal Lavoie and Private Tozer to clear the other bunkers! Everyone else, with me!" Lieutenant Evans ordered, his voice thick with determination and courage.
"Got that lieutenant!" Chris yelled, one of Jonathan and Jordan's childhood best friends. Artillery shells screamed down from hostile positions farther away than the Allied ships offshore, awaiting fire orders. James turned around a corner in the trench and stunned a German soldier, confused. Without another word, James raised his trusty and favoured Thompson M1928A1, and pulled the trigger just as the Wehrmacht soldier raised his MP40.
"The day is ours," he said after what felt like hours of fighting, but was really half-an-hour, "we've won."
(Timeskip, seven months)
Dear Dad, sorry I haven't written in a while, but the rest of the platoon and I are back in action. We're supposed to be helping in an assault close to some waterside town called Ortona, and just our luck, it's a mountain. We're moving artillery guns and field guns to their firing positions, then we're moving up to the front. Right now, since only trucks call pull the heavies, we're just moving the field guns into position. For the assault since the North Shore's been pulled out, we've been assigned to a battalion called the Eastern Battalion.
According to their battalion motto, 'All Over', I'm guessing that they take volunteers and transfers. In about three days we're starting the attack-except we haven't exactly been briefed yet. Ah well, I'm sure it'll happen soon. My love to everyone back home, James.
James sighed as he finished off the letter. Considering that the North Shore Regiment, his regiment, had been pulled out just a few days ago, it hadn't been a surprise to have been reassigned to a battalion.