This story contains ample swearing through dialogue, details and allusions to death and violence. This story is based on real events but is purely fictional and should not be taken seriously. I take the events mentioned during this story 100% seriously and have the full respect for the heroes who have fallen during war. Reader discretion is advised.

The year was 1957, there were five boys, they were closer than brothers, they were a family. Three Michaels, William and Jonathan. To keep their identities private, they will be mentioned primarily by their nicknames, but to give perspective I'll use their first names to differentiate. The oldest of the group was Michael, known as Navy, who was a military boy at heart, he grew up on an army base with his father being a Colonel. The second oldest Michael was Crack. As legend goes, he has never lost an argument, and only one man was ever able to hold his own against Crack in the most brutal of topics, Government and Politics. However that person has been lost to history. Then the youngest Michael, Jig, an egotistical loud mouth with a passion that rivals the sun itself. William, usually Will, was the laxed, median age brother of the group. As relaxed as any person can be, a calm voice, but is easily aggravated when someone tries to smack talk him. Few have ever survived his roasts. Last, but not least, Jonathan, or Johnny. The same age as Will, he was the glue that kept the brothers together, he was able to settle almost any argument and can talk his way out of any problem. While Crack and Navy were confirmed Catholics, they were essentially forced to go to Church. But out of all of the brothers Johnny was fairly religious. Generally he was just a regular Christian, the kind that doesn't get in your face about it. I am Jig; the runt of the group, and I will be writing our story mostly in the 3rd person, and these are the stories of MWG, what that means is confidential.

In 1957, they were all in the same high school, which the name of the school has been lost to time, but was located near southern New York next to the border of New Jersey and not too far from the Atlantic Ocean. Jig and Crack resided in New York while the other three lived in New Jersey. The school itself was in the southernmost part of New York, but due to hard times the school allowed students from New Jersey to attend. And it was here that the brothers began their lifelong bond.

At the time, Navy was a senior, Crack was a junior and the others were sophomores. The five boys managed to have lunch together every day, where all sorts of conversations would take place. Ranging from how we wanted four more years of Eisenhower, who was their grandfather's hero during the Second World War, even to debating whether Navy was going to get with that piece of tail across the room. Most of their time in school was average, but of course there were certain events that will always remain in their memory.

Speaking of World War II, as mentioned each of them had a grandfather who fought in the Second World War. Navy's grandfather was on the USS Indianapolis when it delivered parts for the first atomic bomb that would be dropped on Hiroshima, however he departed at Tinian to escort the bomb parts, and was not aboard when she was sunk by a sub. Will and Crack's grandfather fought together on the Pacific front in the Marine Raiders, they managed to reach Shuri Castle after Okinawa, about four months before the end of World War II. Jig's grandfather flew in a Catalina boat plane in No. 209 Squadron RAF, he was tasked to assist Her Majesty's Navy in hunting down a battleship most dangerous that was spotted roughly 700 miles from Brest. Then Johnny's grandfather was the pilot of a B-29 Superfortess and was tasked with breaking German lines with 20,000lb bombs in conflict areas. Of all the heroes, Johnny's grandfather was the only one to die in combat, and was shot down by an 8.8 cm Flak cannon somewhere over eastern France.

While still a blur, there were some times that will always live on in their memories. Gym class was a unique one. Navy, Jig and Johnny were in the same class while Crack and Will were in their own. The only memories that stood out from the past was the Football unit, which the three brothers had a bond that made them an army of three. Navy was the star Quarterback or Receiver, depending on who was able to either catch his shots or throw far enough to reach him. While he didn't look it, Johnny was a tank and wouldn't let anything past him. Navy was the arm, who'd unless blitzed, launched the ball to Jig, who ran almost through anyone that Johnny didn't make eat dirt. With the blitzing, Navy got tunnel vision frequently, sometimes he couldn't catch anyone flanking him, and one unit some big German transfer blindsided Navy as he was throwing the football down range, and ended up disabling his throwing arm for a week. But that didn't stop Navy from playing. So Johnny became Quarterback, Jig was his guard and Navy was runner. However, neither Johnny nor Jig could throw accurately, so Navy would just take the ball right from Johnny and ran. From either our end zone, their end zone or some arbitrary yard in between he would run. But this time straight through anyone in his way, and would run, and run and run and was never stopped.

Then there was Science classes, Jig and Will were in the same Bio class. Other than the occasional frog dissection not much was of relevance there. Jig and Johnny had the same Math class; Jig was the star mathlete in the class and Johnny never liked numbers unless they were from the girls he was seeing. In English, Jig was stuck with an almost-failing Navy who could barely pass anything handed out to him. If only he paid attention in third grade English… Last but certainly not least, History, or rather Social Studies.

Jig, Crack and Johnny were in the same US History class. Jig was able to advance to the upper classes due to his successful grades in his prior years. But a sophomore in an advanced junior classroom wasn't going to be able to breeze through. It was that class that Jig worked his hardest, not only for the grades but to beat his rival; Crack. If Jig was a prodigy, then Crack was the Master of history, especially American History with all aspects of Government and Politics. Johnny too was a sophomore, but when he transferred from another school, the classes he took allowed him to move up by default. Jig tried his damnedest to beat Crack at any exam, quiz or even questions to the class, but all attempts remained futile. Crack was the kind of guy to think far enough ahead to Checkmate the king before the Chessboard was even set up. Jig was always second to Crack in all but one exam; Midyear was the review of World War II, and World War II was Jig's specialty. On the unit exam, due to getting a perfect score on the essay part, Jig's score was pushed to a 99, while Crack got a 98, due to having only a semi-perfect essay. His only mistake, was that he misused a semicolon in his third paragraph, which he attempted to use with a conjunction.

While it was different times, none of the boys drank or smoked since that stuff was for the lesser class. Navy drank Dr. Pepper, Crack and Jig drank Coca-Cola, Will drank Fanta and Johnny drank root beer. They'd spit on anyone who was caught drinking Pepsi, but of course not with their drink of choice. They lived between three to five miles from the beach, and that year the waters started warming up quickly. Navy and Will swam the fastest, Jig can hold his breath the longest and Crack had more endurance. Their competitions was the stuff of Olympic Games. They'd always try to outplay one another, and by the end of their competitions it would be close to midnight.

Around the school, it was barely arguable that Navy was the biggest senior on campus. The only people who'd ever mess with him and live were his siblings, both blood, not, and his parents. Even more evident, was that no one was allowed to mess with any of his brothers either and live. Big brother was always watching out for his family and would never let anyone touch them with only a few broken bones if he was feeling generous.

Some time during the school year, two juniors came up to Jig with malicious intent. They wanted to see if they could bully him out of his lunch money, but Jig only used money to buy Coca-Cola. They attempted to force Jig to bring money just for them. The time was a little after 12pm, after lunch was over. Jig was about 5'3" and the juniors were each 5'6". As if they all sensed their youngest kin in danger, each of the brothers appeared like shadows right behind the juniors as they were about to give Jig a beating. They were all more than 3 inches taller than the miscreants, with Navy being the tallest at 6'2". Navy put his hand on the shoulders of the two juniors, where originally they assumed it belong to some hall monitor and were about to play it off as a little joke, left to find Big Brother Navy with a soul ripping smile across his mouth, and their skin toned turning pearlescent white.

Navy proceeded to grab the juniors by their necks and lifted them off the floor, forcing them to drop Jig. He then whispered in their ear "Heh, nothing personal kids-" and tossed them into the wall behind him. They crashed, and Navy looked them in the eyes and said "Oh wait, it very much is..." It was by this point they realized how badly they screwed up. Only then did they noticed that the rest of the brothers were already on standby ready to give them their peace. Crack kneeling down next to one, whispering "You dun goofed boy", Will going down on the other whispering "What-you-fundae-son?" Johnny was helping Jig off the floor, and now the brothers were towering over the two juniors.

Realizing their mistake, the juniors went to their knees and begged forgiveness for their insolence. Navy then recognized the miscreants, they were on the junior football team, which gave Navy an idea; to use his connections with the coach to have some 'personal' lessons for them, under the pretense of intensive training. Navy smiled, looked almost through them, and said "Oh, don't ask me for forgiveness, you'll pay your dues to me in blood." he says with a fitting soul ripping tone. "It's him you should be asking forgiveness from." motioning to Jig. Crack then intervenes with "I don't know, I'm late to my Trig class now because of this trash..." Will adding "And I had to get my brand new jeans dirty because of these fuck boys." In fact each of them wanted some form of appeasement. One junior pleaded "We can give you our mone-" where Crack immediately cuts him off with a raised hand in the bitch-slapping form, following with "We don't want your filthy pocket change you get from sucking dick for bus money and walking home. No, we need something more than that…" The brothers looked around at each other, nodded, then Johnny demanded to do all their homework for the rest of the year (which is about a month and a half), no matter if they knew it or not. They both immediately complied with their demands. But Navy had a different plan in mind.

"While you're doing that for them, for me, we're going to have very 'special' football lessons after school for… oh… say three weeks?" One of the juniors replied "But I'll have no way of getting home". "Oh? So four weeks? Yeah that sounds fine." Navy replied, seemingly mishearing their pleas. "But I'm busy all month" said the other junior. "You know… You're right… Five weeks it is! I'll go to the Coach and ask him right now!" finished Navy. The juniors then realized any back talk will make their situation worse, proceeding to accept their punishment in shame. It was sealed from then on that no one would ever mess with any of the brothers again.

June came around, and prom night was happening. Navy was drafted by the school to be a 'hall monitor'; badge, hat, everything. His voice seemed to change anytime he mentioned his title. Navy and Will didn't have girlfriends to take however. Jig has had a girl since early freshman year, Johnny met some 5'2" girl less than a month prior, and Crack recently got a girl of his own. And as most love stories go they met at a bowling alley after dueling each other at skeeball, but the winner of the duel was never confirmed.

Because Navy was that kind of guy, he asked the school staff if he could deputize Will, as to not have him feel embarrassed for his lack of mate. Together, they patrolled all corners of the campus for anyone committing acts against school rule, and were ruthless in their hunt. By the end of the night, they caught two groups with marijuana, three groups with alcohol and almost four couples taking it a step too far. Almost, because one pair escaped into the vents of the bathroom and were never seen from again… that night at least.

Jig never danced, Crack had a lead foot but Johnny flowed with music. When the soft, slow dance music came on Johnny took his girl right out onto the floor. While he was a transfer, most of the school knew him since he was an all around likable guy. Those two took center stage and everyone moved away to let them show off. Johnny knew both the staff DJ and the student one as well. When he felt it was time, he motioned to them to kick things up. The starter was Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley, the epitome of teenage rebellion through music. Everyone was grooving to the beat. Few in the school didn't know Elvis, and everyone loved him and his music. Navy and Will were also very tempted to join in when suggested "If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair" during the song.

Navy went over to Jig and told him "You gotta do that one song. You've been working on it for a while and now's your chance". Nudging Jig over towards the stage. "Man, I ain't got the stuff to do that now. I don't have the voice or the flow". Jig tried to reel back into the crowd before he would get noticed, but Navy was the personification of a Jersey Barrier. "If you don't do it now, when then? Don't let your work go to waste; just… do it". Johnny noticed Jig's attempt to escape and knew what Navy was trying to push him into. Johnny motioned to the DJ to pass the mic to him; "Yo Jig-" Johnny yelled preceding to toss the mic to him. "You got this bro". Jig crumbled to the peer pressure and decided to take the spotlight. "DJ, G.I. Jive, B side" yelled Johnny with clearing the way for Jig.

Smooth jazz started playing for twenty seconds, guitar, and now Jig. "I got a gal, who's always late~ anytime we have a date, but I love her, yes I love her. I'm gonna walk right up to her gate, and see if I can get it straight; cause I want her. I'm gonna ask her~ Is you is or is you ain't my baby~. The way you're actin' lately makes me doubt. You's~ is still my baby, baby. Seems my flame in your heart's done gone out." Jig's been singing that song in the shower and to himself for few years, and hasn't had the courage to sing it in public until now. Rhythm N Blues was Jig's third favorite music genre, under Rock N Roll and Classical. Whilst the thirty second solo hit, Jig kept his eyes locked on his girl throughout. Most would think Jig's voice wouldn't mix well with Louis' style but he did surprisingly well for an amateur. Three minutes has passed and now Jig's on the last verse. "Is you is or is you ain't my baby~ Maybe baby's found somebody new~ Or~ is my baby still my ba-by true~". Jig got his share of applause and whistles, and his girl came to give him his own earnings. For about ten minutes the DJ played regular music for the crowd to dance to, but the brothers has other plans.

Finally, Navy went up to the DJ and gave him one last track. The song was just three months old and the brothers were waiting for the perfect moment to play this, and now was the time. A certain guitar rift hit, and the song was unanimously recognized as Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry. Unironically, it was Johnny's favorite song. He took his girl out onto the floor for one last groove in the spotlight and had the whole room shaking once more. Johnny was always the life of party and could make and boulder groove with just some finger snaps. As the song hit its lyrics, Jig took the mic and started singing with perfection. Swinging his girl in one arm, Johnny motioned to Crack to pass his guitar to him. Johnny spun her over to the sidelines, caught Crack's guitar and began rifting to the song.

The volume of the actual song was lowered so Jig's singing and Johnny's guitar overturned it, but the background music was still there. Johnny was keeping with the song, following Chuck Berry's style of movements with knee bends and guitar lifts. Jig and Johnny had the whole room at their mercy, having them under the spell of Rock n Roll. "He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. Oh, the engineers would see him sittin' in the shade. Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made. The people passin' by they would stop and say. Oh my but that little country boy could play. Go go; Go Johnny go go…" Johnny and his guitar were one in the same, he hit every note in the solo without fault and kept going, occasionally adding his own bit of spice into it. "His mother told him 'Someday you will be a man, and you will be the leader of a big old band. Many people comin' from miles around, to hear you play your music when the sun go down. Maybe someday your name will be in lights~ saying 'Johnny B. Goode'' tonight. Go go. Go Johnny go…" The roughly three minute song finally ended and you could practically smell the endorphin everyone gave off. Johnny and Jig came in for a one handed hug and peaced it to the crowed. They returned to their brothers and lovers and continued dancing the night away.

It's now the end of June, and senior graduation was closing in. Navy was planning on staying on base for basic training after graduation, but not before he was sent off in style. The other boys scraped enough money together to order a limo, and with a little help from Navy's father, in secret of course, they pimped out that ride. Navy's outfit was that of any student going into military, and his ride was no different. They gave it a camo paint job, an M60 mounted on the top in front of the moon roof (they had to take out the firing pin because Democrats) and American flags on each corner of the limo. They rode into the lot in style with the US Navy's anthem Anchors Aweigh playing, less for his occupation more for his nickname. Jig went towards the stage, since he was in the orchestra that was playing the graduation music. Crack brought his Fender Broadcaster with him, since he was going to solo the National Anthem on stage. Will and Johnny were as close to the front as they could be, but since they weren't graduating they were behind the seniors.

Navy was a part of the class of 150 seniors who were graduating, somehow. The orchestra played Fanfare, the Processional and then it was time for the National Anthem. Crack walked up on the stage, plugged in the Broadcaster into his Tweed amp and rocked the entire amphitheater. Three measures in and the brothers were already tearing up over the beauty of the National Anthem. It was one of the longest minute and a halves they all wished could experience again. It was as if the United States, Liberty and all the Bald Eagles were throwing in their energy for Crack. After Crack's amazing playing he received a standing ovation. Then the orchestra played the Recessional for the seniors to start walking and receive their diplomas. Cheers and jeers were mixed between each person on stage, some loud and some quiet. Then Navy's walk came up; hooahs could be heard all around the amphitheater, they were immediately in sync as he walked up the steps. The cheering and chants continued even after he stepped off the stage back to his seat. After everyone received their diplomas the orchestra finished with the March of Carmen and then it was time to leave. However, it wasn't a limo that came to pick up the brothers. It was a Willy's M38 utility vehicle that was used in the Korean War. The Colonel had some extra connections for his son, and they rode them around town in style. They stopped by a McDonalds, back when they were good, then went to the bowling alley for one all night game. The owner was tipped to keep it open for longer than normal. By 3am, they finished with a hunger for more burgers.

Summer time was a time for the boys to lie around in the sun for hours, search for any suitable mates, if lacking any, on the beach and play card games with the utmost seriousness. There were the regular casino games of blackjack and poker, but Go Fish was where it was at. At no point did the intensity of the game rise lower than that of an atomic bomb, any player could make or break their chances of winning. On occasion, a game could go just one turn, and on others could last twenty minutes. They eventually had to play Go Fish by winning with the most pairs of cards, instead of who could get rid of their hand first. The brothers were all very conservative about how they used money back in those days, so there were no monetary bets during games. Instead, they used bottle caps. Coke caps were worth $20, Dr Pepper caps were worth $10 and Root Beer caps were worth $1, comparatively to regular betting chips. Since Jig and Crack drank a lot of Coke, they were the high rollers, however Navy drank Dr Pepper in excess and since Fanta wasn't Coke itself but a brand of Coca-Cola, Will's caps were still worth $10, therefore having more lower valued caps they could spare, making the games interesting. Johnny's family had a friend who worked for Stewart's Fountain Classics, so they had a lot of Root Beer to spare, and therefore a ton of caps. He'd bring in a carrier's bag full of them, so much in fact they all couldn't fit on the table.

Of all the holidays in the US, the 4th of July was their favorite. Fireworks, American Flags and radios playing the Star Spangled Banner on repeat all day. During the 4th of July, they'd take a road trip to Pennsylvania since they had few restrictions on fireworks. There were numerous places to find fireworks being set off, but they knew of a secret spot in a field where they could watch three different groups of fireworks being set off at the same time. And they didn't take no truck with them to get to their spot either.

The Colonel checked the rule book, made a few calls, informed the Highway Commissions and, under the guise of War Games testing, they were loaned a weaponless M59 APC to reach the destination. It was painted as if it were a patriot vehicle commissioned by the Army to spread patriotism, but in reality it was filled with five boys, their designated driver and a ton of supplies. The Colonel's top Major on base had a license to drive heavily armored vehicles for personal use, and was also like their Godfather in a sense. Whenever they were pulled over, he'd punch open the center hatch, leap out right into the officer's face and metaphorically cook them in a frying pan. Any Major can discipline troops, but it takes a real man to be able to talk down to officers like grunts and stand them at attention. As they noticed his Major Insignia they had no choice but to lament their error while being burned out. Twenty or so seconds would pass if it was a male officer, and twenty minutes if it were a female unless the Major smelled a butch. He'd order them off, jump back into the APC and continue driving.

There were crates stocked with sodas, a large tent with a moon roof; rather a cut off top with a transparent cover, their bags, mini-grill, propane and meats of many variety. Will was Top Chef, and had the ability to hear whether the meat was too raw, rare enough or medium rare. Anyone who wanted anything beyond medium rare, like well done, were asked politely, yet firmly, to leave. Jig was Sous Chef since he was the only one able to keep up with the orders, preparations and Will's cooking prowess. Crack and Navy were to set up the tent and Johnny was unloading the rest of the supplies off the APC. The fireworks always start at 1700 hours sharp and lasts for two hours, and they'd spend every minute eating, drinking and watching the fireworks. The radio was always playing, the fire was going and the food kept circulating all night even after the fireworks stopped. Crack also brought his Mossberg, since coyotes frequented the area, and the loud noises might run some of them right towards them, but there were never any encounters. Most nights go by without much trouble, and only one night in particular was the most memorable.

The Major forgot to apply the parking brake for the APC, so when they were packing up the supplies back, enough force was applied so that the APC started rolling, and the only one in there was Johnny. He had to drop the grill and reach the stick, with an empty crate blocking his path. Johnny, supposedly, leaped into the front despite the rumbling of the APC, and managed to push the stick into the back and push it into the braking position. By the time the APC fully stopped, it was halfway into the road, but surprisingly no one was driving on the road at the time. They had to spend an extra hour cleaning up the floor of the APC unless they wanted to face the Colonel's wrath.

Hello readers, I'm Emperor Moon and this is a story I've been working on this story for about half a year now. I wanted to publish this today to see how much attention a story like this could achieve. This is my first story on Fanfic. I was very thorough in my proof read but if anyone spots any grammar mistakes, has any writing tips or just personal opinions on the story go ahead and comment. I'm fully open to public comments and will not turn anyone away if they have genuine constructive criticisms. I have other chapters already done, and will release them depending on the number of views I get. I estimate the whole story would consist of roughly 7 to 9 chapters, but that's only an estimate. Thank you for reading.