This story was written in honor of all the brave souls who fought to save the world in World War II and all the victims of the Nazi's "Final Solution" living and dead.
DANNY PHANTOM
VS.
THE GHOST REICH
Remote Castle Germany-January 6 1945
Night fell in the remote German county side, an ungodly dark night, the night of Phase One Projekt Phantom Soldat (Project Phantom Soldier); the project had first been suggested after the fall of Paris and now with the Unternehmen Wacht am Rhein (Guard on the Rhein) known to history as The Battle of the Bulge a complete loss and the total failure of Operation Bodenplatte (base plate) to crush allied airpower and save the German troops in the Ardennes, Project Phantom Soldier had been given the full go ahead by Hitler to go from planning to implementation, the plan was simple, if that is you believed in the occult like Hitler and most of the Nazi brass did, there was zone in-between the world of the living and that of the dead were those who had not crossed over, ghosts, drew their power, the process of coming from this Ghost Zone to the world of the living drained them of some of their strength, if one could punch a hole in you could bring forth an army of ghost with power to do far more than just moving some tables, this army would be all but unstoppable, they would role through the Allied lines with in months Paris would be retaken and within a month of that London, then Moscow, and with in the next year the Nazi flag would be flying over New York City and Washington D.C., as the clock twitched towards midnight the ancient dinning hall turned lab was being prepared for Phase One, ancient runes where drawn on the floor in a intricate patterns on the floor, candles were lit and mages took there positions, as the Witching Hour of January 7 began so did the chanting a slow chant in a mix of Latin and old Norse tongs, calling on the spirits of the bravest, most loyal, and most devoted soldiers that had given their lives for the Nazi crusade of Aryan purity. Calling on these dead souls to gather in the Ghost Zone and prepare, prepare to return to the Fuehrer's war on the enemies of the Reich. As dawn approached the ritual completed and setup began for Phase Two, machines and material were being moved into place to rip a hole in reality and bring forth an army of ghostly Nazi warriors.
That army would not save the Third Reich, for the code breakers at Bletchley Park had intercepted some of the Nazi reports, and while they still weren't 100% certain of what was going on at that castle what they had said that it was a war winner, and after the Ardennes Offensive they were not taking any chances, Allied high command sent in a flight of B-17 to turn that castle into a crater. The lead plane, the Lady Luck cut through the clouds, followed buy a flight of 50 identical green warplanes. The mission was simple the, fly in blow the place to hell and fly out, but as always things didn't go as planed, it started in a flash, one B-17, the Southern Dream, was flying in formation on the far right side when it's wing exploded as six ME-262 jet fighters, came roaring in armed with the R4M air-to-air missile, a new addition to the 262s, these dumb fire missiles pack more than enough fire power to kill a B-17, a fact which was insinuated when two more bombers were clamed in fire. The ME-262 was the first jet fighter to see combat, faster than anything the Allies had and also packed four Mark 108 30mm Cannons, but even the power of these planes would not save the ancient fortress, for before the smoke cleared one of the 262s was hit by a stream of gun fire before rolling over in a death roll as 12 P-51 Mustangs came roaring in from out of the sun, each of their nose painted blue, the sign of the 352nd fighter group, the Blue Nosed Bastards of Bodney, the veteran fighters where some of the best the Allies had to offer and had faced ME-262 before, they knew the great fire power and speed, nearly 100 miles-per-hour faster than that of the P-51 but she was less maneuverable and had a lower service ceiling, all this was going through the pilot's minds as they pounced on their enemy. The German pilots were forced to break formation and turn left and right to avoid the gunfire and smoke from their dieing comrade. The turn was just what the Mustangs' had been waiting for, rolling over and doing a split S, a high speed and sharp turn that got them on the same plain as the as the 262 and pulling lead on them as they turn, with in a minute 2 more of the German jets were consumed in flames, but this would not be a easy victory for the Bastards of Bodney, for at that moment the three remaining 262's had managed to slide in to the 6 o'clock of three of the P-51's and opened fire on their tails, taking out two, the third ether through luck or skill managed to dodge to the left, causing the 262 to over shoot, the jet had not been going full speed so the Mustang was able to draw a bead on it and open fire, destroying the jet, the last two tried to make a break towards the bombers, only to be engulfed in smoke as the 50 caliber rounds from the American planes tore though there engines. Meanwhile the B-17 flew on, maybe it was luck, maybe it was the Will of God, what ever the reason they had avoided detection until they were with in 400 miles of the target and all the Nazi's had had time to scramble had been those jets, unfortunately the deadly German 88 mm gun had been placed all over the mountain that had become the laboratory for the Phantom Soldier project. The 88 mm was one of the most versatile and deadly weapons in the war, capable of killing both tanks and aircraft it was the bane of many a Allied solider, and now 30 of these guns were opening up on the advancing Bombers turning the air into a kill zone, wings were torn of planes, engines sputtered and died, fuselages were torn apart, but still the bombers came, Roaring forward like an unstoppable wave as they flew on towards the castle, their crews steeled by the sight of there friends deaths, each one was a new reason for the mission to succeed, as they flew over the target, the belly the great planes opened up and over 1,000 ponds of high explosives came fourth from each plane like the wrath of an angry god. The ancient castle had once been a major part of the defenses in the region and it's builders had built it strong, its thick walls could stop all infantry attacks, and take a direct hit from a catapult, its heavy door could hold a battering ram for over half an hour, but it's builders had never imagined the kind of damage from the bombs the B-17's where raining down on them, towers exploded outward, walls shattered, buildings disappeared in a wall of flames, and Hitler's dream of a 1,000 year Reich disappeared with it.
Washington Dulles International Airport Virginia-Present Day
Daniel "Danny" Fenton walked into the mobile lounge, the trolley car that was used to transport people from the new terminals to the older main terminal, and in a few cases from the main terminal to there planes, he was here with his class to visit DC. He looked around and spotted his two best friends Samantha "Sam" Manson and Tucker Foley and moved to take his customary place in-between them, as he sat down he smiled it was good to get away form Amity Park and all its ghost for a few days, little did he know that this trip would lead him into the middle of a war between good and evil.
Meanwhile in the ghost zone the Nazi ghost army waited, ready to take up arms in a fight everyone believed had been over for over 60 years.