Well it all started on December 7th 1941. While I was getting my haircut, I heard on the radio: "all active military personnel report for duty." We had been attacked by Japan. We were at war.

I originally signed up mainly to fight the Japs, but then Germany declared war on us. I was still in school when I signed up, and I didn't have any time to finish either because they plucked every able bodied American to go fight the war.

I sat on a bus taking me to a camp for training, that's where I met one of my best friends, his name was Richard everyone called him Dick though, nice fellow. I made many friends in the war…most of them died, my friends, my family, my brothers, dying for some war I wanted nothing to do with.

Richard sat down next to me. "I hate buses, don't you?" He asked

"Yeah, I hate how bumpy it is." I responded.

"Yeah, you would have thought they would have fixed that,oh by the way my name is Richard."

"I'm Edward, nice to meet you Richard."

"Nice to meet you too Edward."

Oh, by the way, my name is Edward Hanson. And this is my story.

July 15th, 1943

"MY GOD HOW CAN SOMEONE BE THAT BIG OF A HARD ASS!?" I yelled as we stepped back into

the barracks.

"I have no idea, I don't think I have ever been in so much pain." Richard said as he nearly fell into the doorway.

"Yeah I feel your pain." Harris said. Harris was our new company sergeant

"Hey Buttercups!" That's our lieutenant , Johnson.

"Hey LT, any news?" I asked

"Well, Colonel Sink is staying hush hush on everything right now, but I think something bigs going to happen because of our orders." He responded

"What orders?" Richard asked while he put on his dress uniform.

"Gear up." He said in a depressing tone.

"That's it then? I didn't even get to jump out of a damn plane yet!" Richard complained.

"Yeah, now gear up and get on that damn troop ship Sally! Your going to finish your jump training in England." The El-tee yelled

Anyway as you would guess we got on the boat, and dear god I never thought I could get seasick. I would estimate that I threw up at least 15 pounds. Anyway we were on our way to England to be ready for the invasion, and for some reason I couldn't sleep the entire way. I realized that soon I will be dropped into some god forsaken place, getting shot at by some other people who hate me just because I am American.

Oh well at least the army will live up to it's promises of seeing the world.