Hello all, and welcome to my story! I got a reader request to have a Lion King story take place during World War 2, so here it is. I hope all of you enjoy this, and do not forget to leave me a review! I have done enough blabbing, so let us get on to the story shall we? This story is dedicated to all veterans of the worst conflict in human history.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

Location: Dallas, Texas

Date: January 24, 2004

Conner Wade Steinway, who was wearing a tuxedo, walked out the doors of the funeral home, a somber expression on his face. His wife, Mary, and his seventeen-year-old son Griffin trailed shortly behind him.

Conner was about to silently climb into the family's SUV when he felt his wife tap him on the shoulder. "Yes Mary?"

"Honey, how is your mother doing with all of this?"

Conner sighed glumly. "Not very well. Dad's death has hit her really hard. But she's coping. I know she'll find a way."

Griffin chose this opportunity to speak up. "I know I've got a basketball game later, but I think I can skip. I think Grandma Nala needs us more than ever."

Conner chuckled and turned to his wife. "Who is that kid and what did he do with my teenage son?"

"Ugh, Dad, you are like, so embarrassing!"

Conner chuckled again. "That's better. Seriously Griffin, that's a great idea."

Mary smiled at her husband, and climbed into the passenger seat. Griffin got in back, and Conner took the wheel. The house was only a short distance away, and the drive took only about ten minutes.

They pulled up to the front, and took a good look at the little house. It was only one story, and a large flower garden was center-stage on the lawn of the home. Conner smiled to himself. This was the home where he had grown up.

The trio walked up to the door, and Griffin knocked on it gently. A small voice made itself known from the inside.

"Come in."

Griffin gently opened the door and peered inside, giving a quick pan of the area. "Grandma?"

The elderly woman sitting on the couch stood up, a smile evident on her face. "Griffin! What a pleasant surprise! I thought you had a basketball game right now."

The young man gave a roughish grin, his blue eyes sparkling with trickery. "I do. But I think you need me more than my team does."

The old woman smiled, her sapphire blue eyes showing her inner joy. "Well okay then. Are your parents here?"

Griffin shook his head. "No, they just dropped me off. Dad has some kind of presentation at his office, and Mom has a class."

The elderly woman nodded sadly. "They always have been busy people."

Griffin nodded in agreement. "Yep." The young man stood up. "I think I'm going to fix the two of us some dinner. Is there anything in particular that you want?"

His grandma gave him a cheeky grin. "Some steak would be nice."

Griffin laughed. "Extra raw, I'm guessing."

"You're good, boy."

Griffin chuckled to himself, and walked over to the kitchen. He reached up to the top shelf, and pulled down the box of meat. That was when he noticed that there was something peculiar behind it. He reached up and brought it down. What the teen was staring at was a large brown book, without any publication, title cover, or author.

He left the steak on the counter, and took the book back to his grandmother. "Hey Grandma, do you know what this is?"

His grandmother's blue eyes flashed with recognition, memories flashing about in her mind. "Griffin, I think you've struck gold here. This, my grandson, is your grandfather's memoir journal."

Griffin's eyes widened in amazement. "That's really cool."

The old woman chuckled, her blue eyes showing her love for both her grandson, and the man who wrote the book. "Indeed it is. I think this covers from when he joined the army all the way until we got married."

Griffin nodded in understanding. "Should we put dinner on hold and read it?"

The old woman smiled, before fussing with her grey hair, and adjusting her glasses. "I don't see why not. It's not like he's here to stop us."

Griffin chuckled, and turned the brown cover, revealing the first page of the book. Then, the young man began to read.

"Hello world. In case you don't know…"

-TLK-

…my name is US Army Corporal Alex Steinway. I've just enlisted, and I've been put under the command of General George Patton. In case you've been living under a rock, or if you're just a moron, seven days ago, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, taking many innocent American lives with them.

Being a red-blooded American, I wasn't going to stand idle and let that happen. I enlisted, and I was given the rank of Corporal, a rifle, some provisions, and this journal that I'm writing in.

Since we're obviously going to be SUCH great friends (Detect the sarcasm here?) I think I'll you a little bit about myself. I was born in New York City to first-generation German-Americans. My grandparents came here after the Great War, searching for a better life and what not.

You see, I had gotten a bad rap lately for being German. Hey, it ain't my fault that everyone over there became a bunch of Nazi Zombies! So, after some digress, I finally enlisted, and here I was getting deployed to North Africa of all places.

Shame, I had been looking forward to liberating Europe. But what can you do? So here I was, sitting on a helicopter, writing in this journal when the bozo next to me starts talking.

"So Germ, what compelled you to enlist? You aren't a spy, are you?"

I rolled my eyes. This guy was a moron! Then, something possessed me to open my mouth. "Hey moron! I'm as American as you are, so you should stop harassing me!"

The lunatic just glared at me. "What did you say to me Germ?"

"You know, technically I'm supposed to take a bullet for people like you, but now I'm not so sure."

"SHUT UP!"

"Hey, who's the private here? That's right. You. So, I ORDER you to stand down!"

The lunatic sat back in his seat, grumbling. I hoped that not every soldier that I came into contact with would be like this. Friggen idiots. I too slumped back into the chair, just hoping that the plane flight to Africa would be over soon.

Well, that is going to be all for now! PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO LEAVE ME A REVIEW! Well until next time, take care and PLEASE REVIEW. Bye!