A/N: Hey guys, this is my new fic. I hope you like if u do plzx,plz,plz,plz review. But i want to put a warning that this is a controversial subject and i realise that some people may not like the subject matter. But for those of you who read i hope you like it and please let me know what you think.

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Chapter 1

1943

I am a soldier; World War II is well underway. There are new stories on the radio every day about more soldiers being killed or more people being taken from their homes and put into the camps. Life for the Jews is no longer bearable. The stories of what happens to them in the camps are everywhere. Each person you speak to has a new tale to tell. People don't know what to believe. There are so many stories going around, none of them good. Most of them true.

So much has happened since the war started almost three years ago, death, pain. Families ripped apart. But that's what war is, it's death and destruction and pain. And someone has to win; it's just the way it is. One nation is stronger than the other and that nation will be victorious. It's the way it's always been. There is always a conquering nation and this war will be no different.

Nobody knows how long it will last anymore, in the beginning they thought it wouldn't last long but now nobody could be sure. It has been almost three years, and it could last a few years more. It can't be said for certain.

The soldiers on the battlefield, well most of them pray for it to end soon. Some, in fact, most of them have their own families. Families they want to get back to. They want to see this thing be over and the world go back to normal. But the thing is, no matter which side wins, this world will never be normal again. This war is already affecting everything, by the time it was over, who knew what state the world would be in? One thing was for sure it would be broken. It will be in tatters from the terror this war has brought upon it.

And there are some people who thrive on that fact. Hitler himself one of them. He wants the world at his mercy; he wants total control. He craves power and he has shown he will go to any lengths to get it. He wants a world that he considers perfect, a world without Jews and he is prepared to do what it takes to ensure that he gets it.

Me, I'm a soldier. I've been in this war since the beginning, I've fought and I've killed. I do what I have to do to get what I want. I can be ruthless, and I have been. I am every day. I'm English. I have fought in this war, but not for my country, for theirs. My name is William Penn, and I'm a Nazi soldier.