A/N: i dont go for ordinary people.

"How you feeling Jazz?" he asked.

"Shut up Shaun," I grumbled. I hated the ocean even though I lived by it. Lakes and Oceans were a hell of a lot different. I had an overwhelming urge to throw up right now. The seas weren't exactly calm and I was supposed to be storming a beach in a few minutes. Yeah me.

"Don't make me tell your secret," he threatened even though I knew it was hallow.

"So what, I'm a girl," I said but was careful not to say it too loudly. Jazz can be short for Jasmin too. It actually isn't that hard to sneak into the army if you know how to shoot and curse. Actually, when the doctor who files the report is your brother, it's a helluva lot easier to forge papers. "We're already short handed, I'm sure they won't kick me out."

"Or so you think Jazzy," he raised his eyebrows. Shaun just liked annoying me. "Wanna play a game?"

"Like what?" I groaned as the boat lurched again. "Who can get onto the beach without drowning?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of who can kill the most Germans," he smiled. He had that God damn smile. Sometimes I just wanted to slap it off his face. Shaun was my best friend back home. Nice boy, a little annoying, was going to marry some girl after the war and have 2.3 kids in a suburban house. Yeah, that was Shaun.

"Go away," I groaned clutching my sides. With these baggy clothes it wasn't really hard to hide that I was a girl. I had cut my hair at the beginning of the war but seeing that my hair grew really fast and I hadn't had time to cut it, it was down to my jaw line in a jagged cut. I personally thought it looked cool when I didn't have to but it up in my helmet.

I was half Japaneses so I didn't exactly fit in. I had the black hair and thin face of my mother, but the height of my father. I had six brothers, the only girl in the family, and was amazingly fit. It was either learn how to fight or learn how to eat grass and cows just aren't my thing. That has to be the one thing Shaun and I have in common, we both have three (or more) boys in the family.

He knew who I was minus my blue church dress. When I told him that if he told anyone I would personally see to it that he was the first POW in the unit. Shaun thought that it was a nice joke but didn't tell. Our families knew each other but weren't the best of friends. I knew his brothers, Daniel, James, and Peter. They were pretty cute but weren't my type.

The other thing that Shaun was allowed to tell no one was that I wasn't even old enough to me here. I was still fifteen, fourteen when I signed up for the damn place. In fact, I wasn't even fifteen yet. Four days, June 10th, was my day. Right now all I was doing was hoping I lived to see it.

"Time to play," said Shaun as the front of our boat opened up. "Try to keep up."

Machine gun fire riddled the front men. Something exploded behind me and I grabbed the back of Shaun's gear. I pulled him out of the boat and into the freezing cold water. I remembered what it was like to fall through the winter ice of Northern Iowa. It felt like I was being stabbed by a thousand knives and the moment I tried to cry out my mouth filled with water.

Shaun dragged me up to surface. Sound faded in and out as I went back under water. My helmet came off and my foot caught on something. I looked down to see the dead body of a soldier, his gear caught around my boot. I tried to kick him off but felt myself being pulled down. Shaun grabbed my arm and pulled my up.

I stumbled to catch my footing on the ground. I ripped off the plastic covering my M1 Carbine and blinked the stinging water away from my eyes. Shaun and I went behind the nearest metal, docking block and I crouched down.

There was the sound of gun shots everywhere. A grenade went off by us and I lost my hearing. I didn't mind though, I just kept firing like Shaun. Shaun bent down to reload and I saw him fall back. I had no clue why he had fallen down and looked back to see him face down in the sand, red water lapping in waves around his corpse. I froze.

When the sound flooded back to me so did the war. A bullet caught the edge of my left arm and I snapped around. I rushed up and to the right. Grenades, bullets, hell, a flamethrower even went off around me but I still got to that little bunker next to the barbed wire.

"Who the hell are you?" the guy asked, he was a Captain by the mark on the back of his helmet.

"Private Jasper Fray," I shouted. "Who's in charge?"

"Me! Captain Miller!" he yelled. "Where the fuck is your helmet?"

"Um..." I grabbed one off the ground and put it on. Sand and bloody water clung onto my face. My left arm was bleeding but I was running on pure adrenalin and didn't notice. "What do you need me for sir?"

"How about staying alive?"

"Yes sir!"

He and another man started to set up a Bangalore Torpedo to clear the barbed wire. I scurried away and waited for the "fire in the hole!" I covered my eyes and ears with my arms. The copper taste of blood in my mouth and the bitter smell all around me. I had to train my mind to ignore it. I kept thinking about Shaun, lying in the sand. The bullet hole in between his eyes. My strategy on staying alive for way was not thinking about anything. So far I was failing so I started to identify the guys by the sounds they made. It didn't help seeing that what I heard wasn't sounding at all good.

"Hey soldier!" yelled someone turning me over. "Look alive, you made it this far!"

"Don't jinx it!" I yelled turning over.

"Fire in the hole!" I covered my eyes and ears and tried to ignore the sand pelting my forehead with all of God's wrath. We charged before the black smoke had settled. I just stay in back of whoever was in front of me. When they were shot I jumped over the body and felt another bullet graze the right side of my neck. I was just really lucky today. I only got shot twice.

We hid behind some stone or metal structure. I couldn't tell I was that focused on what the Captian was doing. He stuck a mirror on to a hunting knife and started telling people what to do with a kind of authority people dream of having. Capt. Miller moved a sniper forward and I helped with cover fire. Then I followed the six men who threw a granadeand waited for the Germans to come out. Someone named Doyle blew the place to hell with a flame thrower. We cleared out the trenches and the Germans there surrendered. I moved on, following the Captain.

When I reached the next trench I didn't care who I killed. I just killed them because they killed three of my brothers and my best friend. Even when we were told to seize fire I didn't stop. I actually jammed my M1 Carbine before I stopped. The man who pulled me up in the bunker, his name was Caparzo. He handed another guy a knife and he started crying and I was at a lose.

How did I, the little girl in the blue sweater from Maine, end up here?

"Fray!" Caparzo ordered and I snapped around. "How old are you?"

"Fourteen," I said not caring anymore.

He raised his eyebrows. "How old do you feel?"

"Forty," I closed my eyes but couldn't escape the pictures of Shaun. I tapped my breast pocket making sure the picture I had was still there. Yep, I could do this if I had them.

"Why did you sign up for this?" I guess he honestly wanted to know why. Stupidity I guess.

"Because," I said simply. "It was something to pass the time."

"Lost anyone?" someone asked at my left. Another soldier hit him.

"My mother, my brothers, my best friend," I closed my eyes. "And I think my fiance."

"Your name isn't Jasper, is it." Caparzo said. It wasn't a question so much as a statement.

"Jasmin Naomi Fray at your service," I said sitting down because I couldn't feel anything below my waist. The numbness of war had finally gotten to me. It also might have been because i had a piece of shrapnel in my knee. It didn't go deep into my skin but enough to be a minor nuisance. I pulled the scrap of metal out, hardly feeling it, and held it up at eye level.

"May God have mercy on our souls," said someone from behind me.

I went down into the trench and looked and one of the people I had helped kill. It didn't matter to me what we were fighting for. I was fighting for one more kill, one more day. I was fighting for David, Liam, Kevin, and now Shaun. I wasn't fighting to prove anything or to help anyone. I didn't give a rat's ass whether we won or lost the war today. As far as I was concerned, I lost half my family and my best friend.

I was no longer fighting for America. I was fighting for myself.

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