1944, Britanian countryside.
This sucks, yep that about says it all about my situation. for the last 3 years of my life, i have served with the Liberion Armys II Corps, most of us hit the beaches at Casa Blanca back in "42" but for the last three years i have been embeded with the Karlsland Afrika Korps under the command of Erwin Rommel. since the summer of 1941 i have been working with the Korps to defeat the Neurio in Africa. when Patton and the rest of the USLs forces finaly arrived, i assumed that i would return to fight along side my fellow countrymen.
Nope, instead i was to help the newly arrived officers and command staff in operating with the Afrika Korps. so i spent the rest of my time translating and explaning how things worked here in north how thing went for the next to years, the Liberion army lost the first two battles we fought with the Neurio at Sidi Bou Zid and the Kasserine pass, but once we had properly organized the men and fixed are supply issues we became a fighting force to be reckond with.
Now with the Neurio in Africa on the ropes the War department had once again sent him to work with troops other then the United States Army. He had been given to the...501st JFW, whatever that was, he wasn't up to date on events after spending three years in the sun baked desert. he was riding in the back of a Britanian Army supply truck that was making a run to the base.
"You OK back there yank? you seem quiet" the driver yelled back from his seat up front.
"i'm fine, just thinking" i said back. the truck was full of crates and box's making it kind of cramped, my suitcase sat pushing up on my leg at my my suitcase, all i had was my sidearm,my uniform and my books, a copy of 20'00 leagues under the sea i had smuggled over and one of War of the worlds, my favorite.i was not lost to the irony of the War with the Neurio and this book.
The truck drives over a rock bridge that extend out to an island with...a Castle of some building extend high into the sky with a tower at the top and a long runway sticks out the side into the truck drives into a the Castles permiter and Halts.
"this your stop mate""? the driver asks me.
"yes it is" i say shaking his hand and steping out the back of the truck. i help the driver unload some of the Crates and things when a Woman in Uniform approach us. the driver throws one with crimson hair a salute and stands tall.
"at ease" she says returning the salute and he hands her a clip board with a document she starts sighing. she write for a few moments before returning the clipboard and paper to the soldiers hands. they exchange salutes and he gets back in the supply truck and leaves. the women looks me over for a moment, taking in my uniform and my build.
"i take it your Wison" she says.
"Yes Maim, Liberion Army II corps corporal Wilson Peter Tyson, reporting" i said.
"I'm Commander Minna Dietlinde Wilcke, leader of the 501st Joint fighter wing" she said sticking out a hand. i shook it and was suprised by her firm grip, she lead me inside the bases and we spoke as we walked.
"do you know why your hear corporal"? she asked me.
"no Maim" i said back.
"I have been asking for more personel form command for months, and the finaly send us someone, you"
Wilson understood that she likely wanted more witches, not a soldier. yes these must be witches, what other military units uniform is missing pants? i don't have much to go on with witches since i mostly worked with the ground pounders back in North Africa, i do know that there tuff as nails and kick some serious ass. best not to piss theme off unless you want some unfrendly fire coming your way.
"what are you good at corporal Wilson"? Minna asks as the enter her office.
"i spent the last three years in North africa"
"i was under the impresion that the Liberions had only landed in Africa two years ago"
"the main bulk of the Liberion army landed in 1942, but a select few were sent over after December 7th to work with the Britanina 8th army and the Karlsland Afrika Korps"
"well then i'm sure you have seen your share of combat then"? she asked geting up and making her self a cup of something steamy, tea or coffe.
"Yes. i have seen combat" the young man said looking away qwickly
Minna could tell she had hit a hot topic and did not ask further on the subject.
"so what am i going to be doing here"?
"i had meant for more witches to be sent here, the Neurio attacks are becoming more freqent, ohwell then we could always use more ground crew" she said smiling
as i already said, this sucks...
