The airship slowly hovered its way to the ground, the pitch of the engines slowly decreasing in volume. The door to the airship hissed open, and tapped the pavement with a quiet thud. From the open door, stepped Christopher and Lena. Lena had to help him down the ramp, due to the fact that the ramp was at a steep inclination. When he got to the bottom of the ramp, he adjusted his crutches to stabilize himself. Christopher turned to Lena and took a quick breath.

"I don't believe I've told you what happened when the war ended, did I?" He asked. Lena thought back for a moment. She shook her head.

"I don't believe so, Love." She said. Christopher nodded absently. He sighed before putting on a smile.

"Oh well, it's a story for another time. But, would you be a dear and guide me to the medical facilities?" He asked. Lena stared at him for a moment, before a smirk crept onto her face. She stepped toward the older man and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Only if you promise to tell me the rest of that story after Angela takes a look at you." She said. Christopher weakly smiled.

"I guess that was inevitable. Alright. Since you seem so curious, I will tell you the rest after I have been examined." He said. Lena fist pumped the air, and quietly celebrated under her breath. "But I'm only finishing up this one!" Lena giggled.

"You are such a prude with your stories. Especially for an old person." She said. Christopher shook his head.

"Well, sorry. I like to warm up to people before I start spewing everything about me. You're lucky you got that story." He said. Lena chuckled and put a hand on Christopher's back. She took a deep breath to try to stop her laughing.

"Let's get you to Angela, old timer." She said. Christopher nodded with a smile.

~~~oOo~~~

Lena lead Christopher into the medical wing of watch point gibraltar. The sound of his crutches clicking against the floor echoed through the nearly empty facility. He looked around at the various doors, all of which leading to empty rooms. As they walked down the long hallway, Christopher took notice of one door that was shut. Lena lead him right to the door, and opened it. She politely held it open for him as he clicked his way inside. Inside was a desk, some cabinets, and another room branching off on the right side. Christopher heard shuffling inside the room, and a young looking blonde woman stepped through the doorway. She looked at Lena and smiled.

"I thought I heard someone come in-" She finished her sentence abruptly when she laid eyes on Christopher. She coughed and readjusted her lab coat. "Well, I see we have a guest." She said.

"Oh, right! This is Christopher." Lena gestured to him. He readjusted one of his crutches and held out his hand to the blonde woman. "Christopher, this is our doctor, Angela."

"Pleasure to meet you." Christopher said. Angela smiled.

"Please, the pleasures all mine." She said. She let go of Christopher's hand and folded her hands together. "So, how can I help you two?" She asked. Lena nervously chuckled.

"I accidentally ran into him, and may have, sorta, hurt his ankle." She said. Angela's smile faded and she raised an eyebrow at the bubbly young brit. "Hey, I didn't mean too!" Christopher sighed and smiled.

"It's fine. I just need someone to take a look at my ankle." He said. Angela put on a fake smile and shook her head.

"Alright, follow me into the examination room." She said. She turned and walked into the adjacent room. Lena tapped Christopher on the shoulder hastily. He turned his head and met her gaze.

"Sorry to leave you here, love, but I'm going to go get your things." She said quietly. Christopher nodded, and started walking to the examination room. As he approached the doorway, more of the room came into his view. There was another set of cabinets, a closet, a small desk with a computer, a sink, a leather padded examination table, and even a box of rubber gloves. Angela placed a sheet over the Examination table, and placed a pillow at one end. She turned around and gave Christopher a smile.

"Just lie down on the bed and try to relax." She said in a calm demeanor. Christopher nodded and clicked his way over to the table. He carefully leaned the crutches against the wall, making sure not to scratch or dent the wall. He pulled himself up onto the table, and winced when he twinged his ankle the wrong way against the table. He lifted the leg up, and gently placed it down on the bed. He laid his head on the pillow angela had set out for him, and took a deep breath.

"This might hurt a bit, but I have to remove your shoe to examine the area." She said. Christopher nodded and sighed. Angela carefully undid the laces, making sure to get them nice and loose. With the laces sufficiently loosened, she could remove the shoe with ease. She carefully slide the shoe of, and Christopher let out a low, pained groan. Once the shoe was off, she looked up at Christopher's face.

"I'm going to just feel around the area, so brace yourself." She said. He nodded and gripped the edges of the table. Angela gently felt around the area, causing Christopher to grip the table even harder each time she applied pressure. She felt around the ankle, and she noticed the there was a definite disconnect between the ankle joint and the leg. She sighed and placed her hand on Christopher's.

"Your ankle is dislocated, I will need to reset it." She said. Christopher gulped.

"Alright, let me just get my wallet out." He said. Angela gave him an inquisitive stare.

"Why your wallet?" She asked. He grunted as he removed the wallet from his back pocket.

"It will give me something to bite down on. You know, the phrase bite the bullet? It's also so I don't bite my tongue, or break my teeth." He said. He placed a corner of his wallet in his mouth and took a deep breath through his nose. Angela walked over to his ankle, and gently grabbed his leg and his foot.

"Ready?" She asked. He nodded. She sighed. "Ok, starting from three."

"Three, two, one." She said. She pushed Christopher's foot and leg together, making a loud pop as the ankle sunk back into place. Christopher yelled with his wallet in his mouth, the veins in his head becoming distended as he but down on the leather wallet with enormous force. His face became as red as a tomato, and finally he stopped yelling. His jaw muscles relaxed, and he panted a bit. He took the wallet out of his mouth and took a few more breaths.

"Bloody hell. That hurt." He said. Angela chuckled at his simple choice of words. She walked over to a small freezer unit, and pulled out an ice cube tray. She closed the freezer, and opened a drawer. From the drawer, she pulled a ziplock bag and a piece of thin cloth. She put some ice in the bag and sealed it, before taking it over to Christopher. She gingerly placed the ice on his ankle, and walked over towards his head. She took the cloth, and began dabbing his forehead to get rid of the sweat that had accumulated. He smiled.

"Thank you." He said between breaths. She smiled back at him with a warm expression.

"You're welcome." She said. Lena walked into the room, took one look at Christopher, and shook her head.

"Bloody nora, that sounded like it hurt." She said. Christopher lifted his head slightly and gave her a weak smile.

"You heard that, huh?" He said. Lena chuckled.

"Oh yeah. I could hear you yelling from the door to the medical bay." She said. Christopher raised his eyebrows.

"That loud, huh?" He asked. Lena nodded. "Wow. The funny thing is, I had my wallet in my mouth." Lena scrunched her eyebrows as Christopher lifted his wallet, and pointed to the imprinted bite marks.

"Why did you have your wallet in your mouth?" She asked.

"To bite down on something so I didn't crack a tooth, or bite off a chunk of my tongue." He said. Lena nodded for a moment, before perking back up.

"Anyway, you've still got the rest of that story to tell me!" Lena said happily. Christopher smiled and nodded.

"Alright. Come over and sit by the table, and i'll tell you the end to that story." He said. Angela placed a hand on his shoulder, and smiled.

"I'll leave you two alone while I prepare a bed for you. I want to keep you overnight for observation." She said. Christopher nodded and watched her leave the room. He laid his head back down on the examination table and sighed.

"Alright. Now, time to tell you about the end of the war." He said.

"It all ended on November eleventh, 1918…."

~~~oOo~~~

We had three trenches that people would rotate through. The frontline trench was for the people on the assault, or defending the trench from a german attack. The second trench was behind that one, and it would contain reinforcements. If the frontline trench was wiped out in an assault, the people in the second trench would move up and stop the assault. And then there was the rear trench. This was the safest trench of them all, but still quite dangerous. You would eat, sleep, and resupply in that trench. Well, me and my group were in the rear trench.

I was eating some bread, and there were some that were sleeping. The artillery fire suddenly stopped. The last few shells impacted the dirt, and then it got a bit quiet. The message then reached us in the rear trench. We were ordered to cease fire while a treaty was being discussed. According to the messenger, the Germans were taking responsibility for the war. I remember feeling numb at that point. I remembered back to the countless number of people I'd been forced to kill, and the numerous people who had died close to me.

I remembered Jonathan, and many others. I remembered the carnage I'd seen around me. All the bodies. Some blown to bits, Others surprisingly intact. I vomited, right there on the floor of that trench. For the remaining months, we waited to be brought home. On June Twenty-eighth of 1919, the treaty was officially signed, and the war was formally over. We were put on ships by the thousands, and sent home to America.

After I had returned home, I didn't get an open welcome from my mother. What I got was a man, standing at my front door. He looked rather serious, and he was dressed formally. I asked the man what he was there for, and I had gotten the worst news of my life.

"Mr. Greyfield, I regret to inform you that your mother has passed. She died a few weeks ago of influenza." The man said. I was broken, crushed. From that day forth, I vowed to join every war that we were not the obvious bad guy in. I've mostly lived up to that, except for that fact that I was drafted into Vietnam.

~~~oOo~~~

"And so, for the past hundred plus years, I've tried my best to keep my promise to her by joining the military with every major conflict. After the great war, I fought in world war 2, Vietnam, world war 3, and the Omnic crisis." Christopher said. He fished through his pocket, and pulled out a silver ring. "The only thing I have to remember her by, is this. My mother that is. Everything else that I had to remember her by, I lost during the great depression in the nineteen thirties. Yet somehow I managed to keep my gear from The Great War." Lena sat quiet for a few moments. She was trying to take everything in. She had gotten so much about this man just from one story.

"Thats depressing, love." Lena said. She couldn't find anything else to say. She decided to try and improve his mood a bit by making some banter. "Do you have all of your uniforms from the years?" She asked. Christopher looked over at her and nodded.

"Why do you ask?" He responded.

"Maybe one day you can dress up in uniform for me. I'd wager that you'd look rather smashing in them." She said. Christopher cracked a smile and chuckled.

"Thank you. I needed a laugh." He said.

"No, I'm being serious, love. I bet you look dashing in those uniforms." Lena said. As the two continued to chat, someone sat just out of view behind the door frame. Angela had been listening for a while. She had gotten the bed made, and she overheard part of the conversation. Instead of interrupting them, Angela figured she would let him finish his story to lena. She had unintentionally started listening in, and by now, she had put her hand over her mouth.

The man she had just treated looked no older than Lena, and acted no different than anyone else. But there he was, over a hundred years old and still fighting. Angela took a moment to compose herself, then she put on the best smile she could and walked into the room.

"Your bed is ready. Lena, would you like to help me move him to his bed?" She asked. Lena smiled and nodded.

Terribly sorry for the long wait. I like to take my time and write when I feel in the mood for a certain story, so that's why this one took so long. I worked on this little by little, where as the first chapter was more or less about putting my ideas on a page. Hope you enjoy.