Hey everyone I know its been forever since I last updated but its been a long few months for me between college, finals, and vacations. Anyways here is the third chapter for War for the World. For those who are waiting for When Elysium Calls Your Name, I'm writing as hard and as fast as I can.

2 Months Later…..

Jack's heart was racing, blood roared in his ears, as he crouched behind a 5-foot stone wall. Jack gripped his M1 Garand Rifle tightly in his hands. He was about 2 miles out from home base but he knew he couldn't get back to base without revealing its location to the enemy following him. He peeked over the wall to see 6 German soldiers and 1 German officer about 75 yards from him and his friend.

Jack looked down at the base of the wall to where his friend, Pvt. Edmund Bunnymund, who was knocked unconscious by a rifle butt to the head. Jack had dragged and carried him for about 11 miles. This had happened after they were headed to home base, with the bodies of his fellow brothers-in-arms and bullet riddled sergeant in the back of the truck. They had stopped to inspect a body on the side of the road. They parked 10 yards away and walked to the body when they heard a loud whistling sound. They had just enough time to look at each other when a big explosion knocked the two back. When they sat up they saw that their vehicle had been blown to bits.

Good thing I grabbed their dog togs. Jack thought to himself. Once the ringing in Jack and Edmund's ears subsided they picked themselves of the ground.

"Hey, Edmund you alright?" Jack asked.

": Yeah. I'm fine mate", the private answered with his Australian accent. Edmund and his family were originally from Australia. Due to financial issues though the family had to leave, they had barely scraped enough money to move to America. Edmund had been 10 when they moved but he had wanted to help his family so bad that he started doing odd jobs for anyone that was paying. When he was 15, his family had enough money to start a general store and he worked there as a cashier till he joined the US Marines at the age of 18.

"You still in one piece?" , Jack asked when he had finally gotten into a sitting position.

Edmund groaned as he rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself onto his feet. " Uhh, I'll get back to you on that one."

Jack tried to stand on his own but when he had tried his body protested against any movement at all. That's when Jack saw Edmund offer his hand. Jack grabbed it and Edmund helped him stand up.

" Well, guess that means that we should take inventory of what we have on hand, huh." Edmund said as he took a quick scan of the wreckage. Jack nodded in agreement at the statement. They worked in unison as they scavenged the wreckage for supplies, every now and then they looked over their shoulder for any enemy foot soldiers. They scavenged through the rubble for 30 minutes, when they called it quits and brought their findings to a place 10 yards from the explosion.

" Let's see what we got." Jack said. After they had taken inventory, they had two canteens full of warm water, three boxes of field rations, two pineapple grenades, and a few bits and pieces of the bodies they were transporting charred and cooked. At the sight of the remaining pieces Jack threw up whatever was in his stomach up. Fortunately, when they searched the wreckage Jack and Edmund had found a M1 Garand rifle, a M3 SMG, a Thompson SMG, and a Smith & Wesson No.3 Revolver. Jack took the Garand rifle since he was a bit of a marksman, while Edmund took the "Grease Gun"- the M3 SMG.

"Well these guns are pretty and all, but we won't be scaring the enemy away shouting bang, bang, bang." Edmund said as he checked the clip only to reveal it empty.

" Yeah. No kidding, but all the ammo we had was on the truck and since the Germans decided we needed a present sent with explosives…"

" I get. I get. We got no ammunition." Edmund sighed heavily and slammed the clip back into its place. "But at least we still have rounds for these."

Jack looked to see Edmund pull out his Colt M1911. The gun magazine held only 7 rounds, but it still had some good firepower to it. Edmund checked his mag and counted 7 rounds in the clip and loaded his weapon. Jack checked his and counted the same. They each had 3 mags for the pistol so if they ran into some enemy troops they would have to make each shot count and loot the bodies for ammo and better weapons. Edmund then reached down and and picked up the revolver and checked the chamber only to reveal a single lonesome round. He then tucked the gun in the back of his trousers, to use only in case of emergency. They backed up their weapons in a pack they had found and started to head to base on foot.

Back in the present, Jack looked to his friend and then to the enemy approaching and sighed. His conscious screamed for him to leave his friend make an escape but his gut told him to stay. For a few minutes, his thought battled each other till he had made a decision and looked at the approaching enemy, now 50 yards away. Jack could hear the yelling orders from the officer. Jack calmed his nerves, then loaded the M1 Garand in his hands, pulled out a grenade, and took a deep breath.

Elsa, Jack thought, I'm sorry if I can't make it back to you. With one hand he took off his helmet and on the top inside was a picture of him and Elsa at the last winter dance they went to. He tossed the helmet to the side, then pulled the pin on the grenade and tossed as far as he could while yelling in fluent German, " Come and get me you German dog!"

Ok so there is the third chapter it may be a little short but its posted im sorry it took so long. I promise the next chapter won't take so long to post. Sorry but I don't know german to say that. Please read and review.