Mr Nobody.

Do I remember war? How it happened, no. I do, however, remember the blood splatter across my face, sweat and saliva dripping of my face, the wind screaming at me, through the trees. I'm just a nobody in this world. Would anyone really give to shits if I died? No family, barely any real friends and most of them are dead. I guess I'm just another Mr. Nobody.

"You just going to stand there, Powell?" Through the trees I could hear footsteps "Get down"

Footsteps.

Jonathan knelt at the side of me, whispering violently. I looked down to see his long rugged face looking back at me. Shooting him a nod a pushed myself away from the dirt and took cover behind a tree. Looking out, beyond the trees, I could see shadows, masses of darkness weaving slowly between the trees. I got to my knees, crawled across the floor and hid behind a small hedgerow.

"I think they've seen the 'chute" I whispered towards Jonathan, whether he heard me or not I don't know. We had came down six miles off target and landed in a small forest over an abandoned nazi camp. From there on we had tried to make our way to the rendezvous point but this forest turned out be larger than we first though.

The masses of shadows appeared to have faces, they appeared as scared as our own. There were two faces in the masses of dark green, browns and blacks.

Turning towards Jonathan, I could see the anger and hurt pulsating through his body into his eyes. Twitching fingers moved over the trigger on his Master sergeant. Jonathan had lost a brother in this war and held a lot of hatred against the enemy. He wasn't your average soldier. He wanted the blood. Transferring all his anger into the trigger of the gun, just like the Sarge had told us too. Jonathan was ready.

I pushed my rifle through the small hedgerow and aimed. They took the first shot.

A bullet scraped through the air against my ear. I fired, missing them completely. A heal of machine gun fire flew overhead as Jonathan began to fire upon the on coming enemy. I stood up, firing with him. One went down coughing and spluttering as the machine gun fire ripped up his body. I saw his face inside the dark mass of black. Pain. Deep pain and death amongst the oozing blood and snot. Jonathan continued to fire furiously as the remaining German hid behind a tree.

The firing continued. The harsh thud of the clip emptying echoed through our ears. I held up the rifle as the German turned to shoot. I'd never killed anyone. I'd only ever shot the gun in training. I took aim, my finger twitching on the trigger. Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! A voice echoed in my mind.

There was a loud blast, not from my gun. With that I fired, sending the opposition down clutching his chest. First he began to crawl across the floor, holding a hand out as if to reach for somebody or something. Then, with a final splutter, his body juddered and ceased to move.

Jonathan put his hand on my shoulder, mumbling his thanks. I didn't hear his voice beyond the silence. I walked forward, clutching my gun tightly, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. I'd never killed anybody before. I'd never planned on it.

I knelt next to the body, pushed it over and surveyed the damage. His dead eyes stared through me, looking beyond me. A tear rolled down my cheek burning a line through my dirty face. I wiped it away before Jonathan could see. They were just like anybody else. Another nobody in this war. Just another Mr Nobody. Who would care for such a person? I had only just taken this life and already I was receiving praise. People rewarded for killing people. But now what happens when I die, where do I go? Where do all the Mr. Nobody's go?