November 15th, 1942 Warsaw, Poland

The rain poured around them as they hunkered down in the trenches just outside the walls of thick concrete and heavy barbed wire that separated them from the prisoners that were there. They had been under heavy gun fire from the enemy for over an hour. Adam Copeland looked over at his best friend Chris Irvine. They had been friends for as long as Adam could remember and had always had each other's back. Being in the trenches together during this horrible war seemed no different. Chris looked at Adam and Adam instantly realized Chris was going to be Chris. He was going to do something either brave or stupid.

"I am going to make a break for it. You and the rest of the boys cover me." Chris said.

"You can't go out there alone. That's suicide." Adam said.

"I have to. I have to draw the gun fire away from you guys so you can make it." Chris said. Adam grabbed his arm and pulled him back for a minute. "Copeland, let me go."

"No. Not alone. Cena!"

"What?"

"You and Orton cover us, we are going to make a break for it and draw the gunfire away from you guys."

"Alright. Just be careful." Adam looked at Chris and they got out of the trenches and ran along a side of the fence that was broken. Their feet stuck in the mud a little making their boots feel ten times heavier than they usually did. Bullets flew by their head and each man ducked the first on slot. Adam was near the side of the building with Chris right beside him. Or so he thought. An agonizing cry pierced the air and Adam looked back just in time to see Chris fall to the ground. Adam rushed back to his side. The rest of their platoon had made it out of the trenches and were neutralizing the enemy forces.

"Chris!"

"Do me a favor Copeland. Take care of Chels for me."

"I am not going to have to take care of her. You're going to be fine." Adam said holding on to his best friend's hand. Chris' blood was mixed with the dirt and the rain causing a reddish brown river to pool at Adam's feet. Evan Bourne, the young medic that had joined their platoon a few months earlier came rushing over.

"Promise me! Promise me you will take care of her." Chris sputtered coughing up blood. Adam looked over at Evan who shook his head grimly. There was nothing he could do for Chris.

"I promise." Adam said. "I promise I will take care of her for you." Chris managed a smile.

"Thanks Copeland. I knew I could count on…." His body went slack and he laid there on the ground motionless. Chris Irvine drew his last breath and died with his best friend holding his hand.

Chelsie Irvine sat on the porch of the house with her sister Jessica Cena. They had helped at the USO earlier and were now relaxing. Chelsie had came to stay with Jessica after their husbands went to war. Chelsie missed Chris so much. They had only been married a year. They were still in the honeymoon stage of things.

"Chels, are you okay?" Jessica asked her sister.

"I'm just thinking about Chris. I miss him Jess."

"I know you do. They will be home soon."

"How do you know that? This war is horrible."

"I know it is. I just have faith that it will." She said placing her hand on her five month pregnant stomach.

"Do you really think they will come back?"

"Of course. Have faith sis."

"Thanks Jess."

"Come on, let's go have some ice cream. I'm so wanting some." She smiled heading in the house. It had belonged to her husband, John's parents who left it to him when they died in a fire when he was young. The fire almost destroyed the house but it was saved. John was raised by his grandparents who died a few years earlier. John used the insurance money from his grandparents death and parents to rebuild it. The girls walked into the kitchen and Jessica sat down at the table as Chelsie grabbed bowls out of the cabinet and the ice cream out of the freezer. Chelsie hoped her sister was right. She hoped that both of their husbands would come home soon. She and Chris had met through her brother in law. John and Chris were in the same platoon and Chris had come home with him for the weekend. It was love at first sight. They were married by the end of the weekend.

"What kind of ice cream did you want?" she asked her sister not even bothering to turn around.

"How about strawberry?" she heard a deep male say from behind her. She turned around to see her sister tearfully hugging her husband and smiled. John was home. She looked a little past John to see another man standing there. Fear began to grow in the pit of her stomach as she looked at the stranger. She looked over to John who had a mixture of emotions in his eyes.

"Chels…..this is Sgt. Adam Copeland. He's in our platoon. We…we got special permission to come home. There's something we have to tell you." He said trying to fight the lump that was rising in his throat. Chelsie held onto the counter for dear life. She knew without them telling her that her beloved Chris was never coming back. But she closed her eyes holding on to the hope that she was wrong. That he was injured but alive. "Chris was killed." Chelsie felt the room spin at his words and her knees gave out. She sank to the floor in front of the sink, horrible sobs escaping her throat. Jessica looked up at her husband, her hand covering her mouth, silent tears streaking her face. John and Adam stepped forward, each of them taking a spot on the floor next to Chelsie. She laid her head over on John's chest and let him pull her to her feet. He walked her over to Jessica who held on to her sister for dear life. Adam stood there, his heart breaking for her. He looked over at John who stood there, tears welling up in his own eyes.

"Can you guys help me get her upstairs?" Jessica asked through her own tears. Both men nodded and walked close to the two women as Jessica walked Chelsie up to her room. Chelsie laid down on the bed and curled up into a ball crying. Chris had been the only family she had outside of Jessica and John. Their parents had died when she was sixteen and she had come to live with Jessica. She looked over at the picture of her and Chris on their wedding day and held the picture in her hands. He had promised her he would come back to her. He had promised her that once he came back, they would start a family. Instead, her brother in law had brought the news that he had died and all their dreams of a life together had died with him.