The trenches were filled with fallen comrades, most bleeding to death or already dead. Bullets flew over head and bombs fell from the sky, a grenade flew down into the trench and most were so tired from the 3 week long siege they had been under that they weakly tried to crawl away, most of them not making it. They were losing men fast, their Medic could only do so much for them. Mostly he said prayers in Spanish over their bodies and closed their eyelids when the light faded from their eyes. Those kraut bastards were tearing them apart. Lt. Jane Doe could feel it coming; they were going to die, him and every last one of the poor bastards beside him and away from him. A few days ago they had sent a party over in the hopes of taking down as many Nazis as possible, only one had returned, so riddled with wounds he died of shock as the doctors tried to treat him. The Americans could feel that their castle was going to crack, and soon.

Lt. Jane was not going to give up without a fight. A primal rage like no other filled him. He threw down his gun and removed the foldable shovel from his belt. He jumped up and wallkicked so he could grasp the edge of the trench wall. He pulled himself up and over. He hit the deck, but only for a moment to dodge a few bullets. He charged like a madman over the line of barbed wire separating the sides and leapt down into the Nazi's trenches. Audible shrieks of agony could be heard across the battlefield as well as swearing in both English and German. Jane was caving in skulls left and right. A Nazi foot soldier leapt at him with a knife and Soldier stopped him from doing any damage by swinging the shovel at such an angle and at such force that he detached the limb at the shoulder, leaving the man to scream in pain as his arm spurted blood everywhere. He picked up a dropped sidearm and proceeded to shoot the man in the head. This was a sparsely populated section of the German trenches and it took a moment for the rest of the Nazis to take notice of extra deaths on their side (namingly the fountain of blood that sprayed up when Jane brutally decapitated a Nazi that tried to sneak up on him.) He had killed over 20 men in the space of 2 minutes, managing to miraculously dodge several bullets and win every melee fight with nothing more than a scratch or two. The real fight began when Nazis started coming around the corner from both sides of him. He grabbed the least mutilated Nazi corpse near him and used it as a meat shield on one side while he shot around it, as the Nazis were not attacking at the same time. After gunning down 5 men on one side he went back through the route from which they came so as to avoid the ones that were coming. He snuck up on a Nazi sniper attempting to climb up to a sniping spot in a gap in the trenches. He grabbed the sonuvabitch by the back of the uniform and slammed him to the ground before breaking his neck so hard his head was hanging onto his corpse by a shred of muscle. He took the gun off of the man and continued onward. It occurred to him that not every bit of the trenches would be so spaced out and that he also still had men chasing him. He booked it for the next corner, making it just in time to dodge the fire coming from the hallway he just left. He stuck to the wall and peeked around the corner with the rifle, in a combat stance shooting as many Nazis in the head as he could. Rather than reloading his rifle once he emptied it he just grabbed a nearby knife and threw it as hard as he could at the last Nazi, who was cowering in fear at the sight of his mutilated comrades. It struck the man straight between the eyes, killing him instantly. He rushed over to the dead bodies and pillaged as many weapons as he could conveniently put on the back sling he had fashioned from a fallen comrade's uniform -he refused to use any of the fabric those krauts used on their uniforms-he heard what he assumed to be a commanding officer shout orders from behind him, and another from around the corner in front of him - they were converging on him. He grabbed a fragmentation grenade from a Nazi's corpse and pulled himself back up onto the top of the trench wall. He crawled along underneath the barbed wire avoiding as many bullets as he could, he took one to the foot and grimaced for a moment but pushed onward through the pain, fueled by bloodlust and pure rage. He saw a large group of very confused Nazis discussing where he might have gone. With a bloodcurdling scream he yanked the pin with his teeth and flung it into the group of them. Most of them were converted into shredded husks of humans, the survivors were deafened and reeling from the explosion. He practically threw himself down off the trench wall, ripping his uniform on the barbed wire. He grabbed the commanding officer by the lapels and started headbutting him with his helmet, breaking nearly every bone in his face. One of the soldiers that lived was a smallish woman who clearly was not expecting this when she joined the war, who was cowering in the corner. He walked towards her slowly, shotgun in hand. She sobbed and pleaded in German. Soldier bent down, looked her dead in the eyes and grinned maliciously. He took her head in both his hands and pulled up and kicked her chest simultaneously, forcibly decapitating her but killing her painlessly and instantly. "Sorry Sheila, you're on the wrong side." He threw her head over a wall and heard a shriek of disgust from another Nazi. "YOU KRAUT SONS-A-BITCHES BETTER GET RUNNING, BECAUSE I AM GOING TO SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL IF I FIND YOU!" he gave another scream and charged round the corner, Machinenpistols in hand, spraying bullets and dispensing death to Nazi after Nazi. He took one to the gut but did not notice, the adrenaline pushing him through the pain. He took another one to the shoulder but had killed several dozen Nazis. "YOU HAVE ONE CHANCE TO SURRENDER!" he screamed at the few survivors. He heard a scream in German and a terrified but bloodthirsty looking lower ranked officer ran at him with a grenade in each hand. Soldier whipped out his shovel and gave a powerful broad swipe once the man was close enough, decapitating him. He grabbed the still gripping corpse and suplexed it. He threw it about 15 feet, where the grenades (which turned out to be flashbangs) blinded and deafened the two remaining survivors, who were attempting to run away. A marksman he had not noticed drew a bead on him, knocking the shovel out of his hand and blowing a decent sized hole in his side. He turned towards the direction of the shot. He did something wholeheartedly unexpected; he pulled off the remains of his shirt, revealing a bloodied gut covered torso, and then he charged at the sniper, moving as erratically as he could so as to avoid being shot as he got closer and closer the sniper took a shot at his gut, hitting dead on. Soldier paused briefly and then charged at him even faster. He leapt onto him, ripping the gun from his hands. He repeatedly punched him in the face, each blow dealing so much damage the man could barely do anything but cry out in pain as his cheekbones were cracked then crushed, Soldier stood up after breaking every bone in his face and leaving the man to sob in agony. He lifted up his boot and brought it down on his ribs, over and over again, breaking them like chalk. He left the man to choke to death on the blood pooling in what used to be his ribcage.

Soldier took a pair of plyers he always kept handy out of his belt as well as a hip flask and a sewing needle with some medical thread. He ripped out the bullets one by one, grunting in pain throughout, spat some whiskey in them and then stitched himself up. He had stopped the bleeding. The hole in his arm that he couldn't stitch he shoved a lit cigar and some whiskey into, cauterizing it best he could. He weakly picked up his rucksack and scrambled up a trench wall. Killing well over 100 Nazis was exhausting. He took out his last food ration, scarfed it down and promptly passed out. He regained consciousness laying in the same spot. It was approximately 11pm when he started killing Nazis, it was now 4am. Everyone had gone to sleep. There were few to no gunshots and no planes. He watched the faint glow of the sun in the distance for a moment as he gathered his things. He duly noted the lack of corpses where he had slaughtered so many. He crawled around the top of a wall as quietly as he could; after about 20 minutes of painful creeping beneath the barbed wire he came across a path out of the trench, a small encampment set up including a med tent and about 10 sleeping tents, as well as a makeshift mess hall. He could see a few men and women lazily standing guard, some of them were playing cards with their guns rested next to them. Soldier pulled out his rifle and was about to spray some Nazi brains when he thought better of it - the noise would wake everyone up. He chose the quiet route, he snuck as close as he could to the med tent, he dropped down and silently cut a slash in the back with a combat knife he had picked up from a Nazi foot soldier, still stained in blood. He could see a few men quietly sleeping or coughing and wheezing in pain on hospital beds, a doctor asleep in the corner. He crept up to a bed, silent as a ghost and slit the throat of a man ear to ear, making it impossible to scream. He repeated the process until everyone in the room was dead. He took the gun sitting next to the doctor - a very poorly maintained Luger. He crept out from the hole he made in the tent and crept into the sleeping tent via another slit. This time he wanted to make some noise. He unslung a Maschinenpistol and sprayed as many Nazis into oblivion as he could with one magazine, killing about 20. Every single soldier in the camp was awake now, they all rushed to the sound. Soldier only had three grenades left and if he wanted the plan to work he would need to be stealthy and time it just right. He heard some shouts outside the tent as two soldiers kicked in the tent's door (so to speak). Soldier had already crept out the back and was attempting to sneak back over to the wall of a trench when a soldier spotted him, he was only about 3 feet away and didn't get the opportunity to scream as Soldier swung out a fist so hard he crushed the man's windpipe. He dragged the man away and finished killing him. Much as he was abject to wearing one of these motherfucker's uniforms, he didn't have much of a choice. He used the man's canteen to rinse himself off best he could and then rejoined the other Nazis who were just discovering the tent. A man was shouting orders in German and soldiers were checking every inch of the area, looking for Soldier who only had a minute at best before they figured out he wasn't one of them. One of the soldiers found the man he had choked to death behind the tent and shouted out the discovery. The Nazis rushed into the trenches at the command of their superior officers and Soldier followed. As they were running into a particularly tight corridor Soldier pulled the pin on two grenades simultaneously and threw them on the ground. By the time anyone noticed the grenades 10 of them were gibs on the floor and Soldier was back on top of the trench wall. He ripped off as much of the uniform as he could and watched the remainder of the Nazis started running for sniping spots and cover, shots were being fired by the Americans and had been for several minutes as the other Nazis were moving back into formation to finish the siege of the Americans.

Back at the American half of the field..
"Sir, we can't hold them off much longer! We just don't have enough air support and we're dropping like flies out there! We can only shoot down so many of their planes before we get sniped off of the anti-air cannons! And to top it off, we're running low on munitions and haven't received any backup in weeks." "What about Zulu 4?" "Dead, sir." The corporal sighed deeply. Even from this far back he could see the poor bastards that were his troops being killed left and right. "We need to fall back if we want to survive any longer, sir." He sighed again and then informed everyone of the retreat. From the corner of his eye he saw thought he saw a man leap out of the trench and charge across the field. "Godspeed, you magnificent bastard." "Pardon, sir? I didn't catch that, sir." "Nothing lieutenant. Gather your men and fall back as soon as possible."
Hours later...
"Sir! They're falling back! We haven't seen any planes or heard any shots in hours!" "Interesting.. Keep me posted. At ease, Lieutenant."

Soldier threw his last grenade at the last group of soldiers filing in and past him. One sharp eyed man noticed the direction of the grenade and pointed it out. A grenade was tossed at Soldier and caught him straight in the mouth. He threw it back, albeit weakly. He was just so tired. He decided that he was too tired to go on and was resigned to have one last killing spree before killing himself. He put a knife between his teeth, put his shovel at such a place that he could whip it out as quickly as possible. With the loudest most bloodcurdling hair-raising pants shitting with terror scream any man has ever produced, he leapt into the group of about 30 Nazis and started spraying, they reciprocated but not without losing 15 something men. Despite being trained soldiers, they aimed like storm troopers and Soldier was only hit 4 times before they had to reload, at which point he threw himself at the nearest one along with his now empty gun, which he used to pistol whip the absolute shit out of the man before using the knife between his teeth to slice his throat. In that 20 seconds the Nazis were reloaded and firing again. He used the body of the still living albeit leaking like a sieve as a meat shield to eat as many rounds as possible. 3 Nazis threw down their guns and jumped on him Soldier killed one of them instantly by throwing the corpse of the man he was holding and doing a body slam into the ground; the momentum from said slam was enough that Soldier gripping the man's face bent his neck backwards and severed his spinal cord (it also ripped his head from his shoulders like a coconut from a tree). The second and 3rd ones were throwing punches which Soldier just shrugged off. The second one was bigger than he was and hit Soldier hard enough to knock out a few teeth. Soldier spat blood in his eyes and whipped out his shovel. He kicked him in the balls and then it him in the face with the shovel, over and over and over again until there was a divide the size of the Grand Canyon in his head. All the while he was having holes punched into him by the Nazis still shooting him. He was weak from blood loss but was spurred on by pure unadulterated rage. The 3rd man was backing away and about to run when Soldier screamed "C'MERE CUPCAKE!" and leapt onto him putting his hands on either side of his skull, he twisted so hard the man's upper body bent sideways as his upper spinal column crumpled from the force. As he was bleeding heavily from 10-15 gunshot wounds the remaining 12 Nazis thought it a good idea to bumrush him with knives out. Soldier threw his helmet into the nearest one, breaking his nose and giving him a ruptured eye socket. Soldier picked up 2 grenades from the ground and yanked the pins. "I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL YOU GOD DAMNED FUCKING KRAUTS!" he let go of the release and as the men tried to backpedal they were eviscerated along with Soldier himself. He died a hero, the platoons he took out were the Nazi's main line of offense. He practically single handedly won the war, as that fight was a critical one.

Rest in peace, Rick May.
1940-2020