Well, my last story was a complete and total failure, so I think that I'm going to try to come back to this one. When you are finished reading, PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO LEAVE ME A REVIEW! Well, I think I have done enough blabbing, so without any further ado, here is the long awaited chapter three!

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So as it turns out, the Aussie, whose name was really James Davis, was a much more intelligent comrade than the vast majority of the Americans I had come to Africa with. He was sharp, witty, and hated the Nazis just as much as I did.

At the current moment, we were sitting in the back of a Jeep, (American made. Hell yeah!) just making some small talk.

"So Alex, where you from?"

I scratched my head before adjusting my helmet quickly. "America, duh, but specifically, my gramps moved to St. Louis from Berlin a bit before the Great War. He and my father actually fought on the Allied side, but as I was saying, he met my grammie in St. Louis, and they had my pop, who is a carpenter. On a trip to Texas, he met my mother, moved there, and had me. And now here we fricken are!"

Davis chuckled lightly. "How humble. Both of my parents are descendants of the first English prisoners sent to Australia. For a profession, they-"

He was about to finish, when we heard a massive blast, shaking the Jeep to its core. James and I whipped out our assault rifles, searching for those who shot the missile. When we looked, we saw that our driver was dead, and that the other two Jeeps were blown up as well.

James grumbled under his breath before speaking again. "Damn you Rommel! Got us again!"

That's when the shouts began to be heard.

"Uberlenbende?"

"Einer der Jeeps sieht gut aus!"

"Prufen Sie es! Bitte!"

I gulped slightly, clutching my rifle tightly. "Aussie."

"Yeah Stienway?"

I let my eyes narrow and I loaded my rifle. "Let's create some chaos."

James grinned in response, before loading his rifle as well. "Oh yeah."

The Aussie and I jumped up from our hiding spot in order to take a quick look at our attackers. There was a German officer along with about seven of his regular foot soldiers.

"Mein Fuhrer! Wer sind diese Leute?"

I narrowed my eyes and pulled the trigger on my rifle.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The officer screamed before falling down in a head, his hands clutching at his chest.

"Haupt Kelb is tot! Feuer frei!"

The German infantrymen began to return the fire, causing James and I duck again back into our little hide-away.

James turned to me and grinned. "Now, Steinway, it is my turn."

I gave him a friendly slap on the back. "Break a leg, Aussie."

He jumped up and began to fire, the shells of the bullets dropping in between us.

RAT-A-TAT-A-RAT-A-TAT! BANG! BANG! BANG!

I could hear two distinct screams from the Germans, and James ducked back down as Nazi bullets whizzed past his head quickly.

He grinned at me and then spoke with his thick Australian accent. "Got me two of them!"

I chuckled. "I could tell by the screams."

I then grabbed one of my grenades from my pack. Now, coming from a German family, I could and can still speak and write a bit of the language.

"Hier kommt der Boom!"

I chucked the grenade over the car and in the direction of the Nazi soldiers. A few seconds later, the large explosion common with, you know, grenades, happened and a couple more of the Nazis died.

"Hey Aussie, how many of them are left?"

James took a pick over the felled Jeep that served as our hiding spot, before turning back to me.

"None. That grenade did the trick. What did you say to them?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Here comes the boom."

James rolled his eyes before chuckling. "Should we go steal their crap?"

I shrugged. "Why the hell not? It's not like they'll need it, and we ARE in the middle of the Sahara Desert without any method of returning back to the main force."

James nodded in agreement. "Let's check it out."

We sallied over to the corpses of our former foes, and quickly rummaged through their packs.

"Hey, check this out!"

"What is it Aussie?"

"I found this big-ass hunting knife! And it wasn't damaged by the grenade!"

I grinned, and then I made a little discovery of my own. On a body of a Nazi soldier that I had killed with the grenade, laid a completely intact crossbow. I pulled it out of his dead grasp quickly, and showed it to James, before spitting on his body.

"Hey Aussie, check this out! It's a freaking crossbow!"

After a quick inspection, James gave his typical roughish grin. "Now, we aren't just badass. We're medieval badass!"

We both burst into laughter before his face became much more somber. "Steinway. What do we do now?"

"Find water. The Savannah should have some of that."

James nodded in agreement. "That sounds right. We'll shoot a couple wildebeest to eat too. My compass still sort of works. We'll go south."

I shook my head downwards in agreement. "Sounds like a plan, Aussie."

We collected what we would need, and headed south, in the direction of the Savannah. If you had told me what we would experience a year earlier, I would've sent you to the loony bin.

-TLK-

Griffin sighed as he put the book of memoirs down. "Grandpa sure had a love for cliffhangers. And it seems he was always vulgar, sarcastic, and shameless."

His grandmother chuckled in agreement. "He sure was. But that's what everyone always loved about him. Never afraid to see what he felt he needed to say."

Griffin smiled. "Nope. I remember one specific time when we went hunting. He missed a rabbit and he called it a damned Nazi."

His grandmother burst into laughter, with Griffin himself joining in. The old woman composed herself before beginning to speak again. "Shall we continue?"

Griffin nodded, and began to read from the journal once again…

Well, that is going to be all for now! I would like 3 reviews before I post the next chapter so I don't feel like writing this is a waste of time. When I do get those three reviews, I will try to update as soon as possible. Well, until the next time, take care and thank all of y'all very much for reading!