Well, this will be the 7th chapter in my narration. I've gotten quite a few reviews, and almost all of them are positive, which makes me really proud. So, starting this chapter, I'll be adding my replies to past reviews at the end of each chapter.

As you know, I don't own the 'Medal of Honor' series. It's property of Steven Spielberg and Electronic Arts.

Dialogue - translated German

Medal of Honor: Frontline

Part 3: Needle in a Haystack
Chapter 1: Rough Landing

If there was one type of mission I didn't like over all other kinds, it was rescue operations. I was assigned to rescue a Dutch underground operative, named Gerritt, who got himself captured by the Nazis. From what I was told, he was being held in a manor house somewhere in Holland. My mission was to find and to rescue him from the Germans' clutches. According to my resources, Gerritt had valuable information about a new Nazi weapons project. First things first - I had to find some way to get there without looking suspicious. Luckily, there were members of the Dutch Resistance hiding in Kleveberg that would help me out.

Holland countryside. September 16, 1944. 6:30 p.m.

I had just parachuted outside of the city with my two comrades. The first was a Corporal Barnes, a friend of mine from the country club back home. Connor was the other; I didn't know him all too well, and he was still a rookie when it came to parachuting. These two were going to help me get into the city in their own ways. Barnes was a demolitions expert, who could easily destroy a tank with the simple placing of a bomb. Connor, like me, was to protect Barnes while he did his dirty work. He was also a superb navigator and Dutch translator, which would come in handy later on.

I unbuckled myself from the parachute after my "graceful" landing. I checked my surroundings for signs of enemy activity – none. The fields and dirt paths seemed to go on for miles. The dry grass looked gray with the setting sun hitting it. Nearby, a simple stone cottage sat, and a windmill was near it. I checked my inventory to see that all was accounted for – a Thompson, a Springfield '03, and my trusty bag of grenades. Thompson in hand, I went over to Barnes, who was waiting for me.

"Is this your first drop, Patterson, or is your aim always as bad as mine?" He asked.
"Very funny," I replied. "I'm used to flying planes, not jumping from them." Looking around, I asked, "Have you seen Connor? We parachuted together, didn't we?"
"Hey! Jimbo! You mind giving me a hand?" We turned to see Connor, his parachute caught on the windmill. He'd be a stationary target if we didn't get him down.
"We better help him out," sighed Barnes, "then we'll get you to town."

As we approached the windmill, Connor suddenly yelled out "wait!" I heard gunshots from a distance away, and my friend screamed in pain. Blood rained down on the ground below him as his life was instantly taken.
"CONNOR!" I yelled. I brought out the Springfield and traced the source of the gunfire – a Nazi sniper. I fired, getting him in the head. I felt remorseful over Connor's death, but at least he was avenged.
Barnes saw the anguish in my face and spoke up. "Let's go." Taking one last look at Connor's hanging body, I followed Barnes down path.

Continuing down the dirt road, we encountered a couple Germans taking a stroll. Barnes opened fire with his Garand; me with the Thompson. They were taken out no trouble. Coming out of the small trench of earth, it opened up to another field. A wall of stones lay behind several haystacks, and a single tree stood. I heard the sounds of large machinery from beyond the wall – probably a tank.
Barnes turned to me and said, "Jimmy, it's my job to take out any tank we come across. You hang with me and provide cover."
"Right," I replied, "but be careful. We don't know how many Nazis are around here."
"That's why you're here," said Barnes, running over to the wall with me close behind.

Peeking over the wall, we saw the expected tank and two Germans around it. A makeshift shed lay nearby, and I could see a pair of canteens under it. Concentrating on the Nazis, I hurled a grenade in their direction and ducked. We heard the explosion and crept to the edge of the wall. I leapt out, Thompson at the ready. The two outside, or what was left of them, lay on the ground. The tank's turret was swinging around to take on its attackers.
"I'll keep it busy," I yelled to Barnes. "You plant the charge!" I ran over to the front of the tank, being careful to be out of the sights of its machine gun. The turret slowly followed my movements, but I was too close for it to get me.
"Alright, Jimmy, here I go!" Barnes got to the back of the tank and planted one of his charges. He set the timer and yelled, "Take cover!" We ran as far away from it as possible, and seconds later, the tank exploded in a shower of sparks and debris.

One tank out of the way, we continued our trek. I grabbed the canteens from under the shed and tossed one to Barnes. Ahead, we saw another makeshift shed, and there was someone hiding in it. Thompson in hand, I ran over to it and yelled, "Freeze!"
"U.S., hey don't shoot! Don't shoot!" The man laid where he was, hands up and shaking. He was an American soldier, identifiable by the U.S. flag on the arm of his uniform and the M1 Garand he had with him.
"Who are you?" I asked, lowering my machine gun.
"82nd Airborne Private 1st Class Jerry Langtow," the man replied. "I parachuted into this region with the rest of my unit, but we got separated after a German ambush. I've been hiding out here for days."

I tossed him my canteen, and he drank from it as if he hadn't in quite a while.
"Your unit part of the Market Garden Operation," Barnes asked.
"Yeah," Langtow replied, wiping his lips of water. "It started a few days ago."
"Market Garden?" I asked. "I've heard of that operation, but what's it about?"
"The goal of it is to take over several bridges in the area to block supplies getting into the German mainland," said Langtow. "If it succeeds, this war could be over by Christmas!"
"Sounds really risky," Barnes replied. "You seriously think the war will be over thanks to this plan?"
"Hell if I know," said Langtow. "I'm just following orders. Anyway, I need to find some way of locating my unit. Mind if I tag along?"
"Not at all," I replied. "We're heading to Kleveberg. As they say, the more the merrier."

Continuing down the road, we came across another natural trench. We heard voices within it.

"What time are we supposed to be back?"
"Stop worrying and enjoy this beautiful day, will you?"
 "These Nazis must be on leave," whispered Barnes. "They will be the end of us if we're not careful."
"It's the tanks I'm worried about," I replied. "We don't know how many more of them there are, or where they are for that matter."
"I've seen at least six in the area," Langtow spoke up. I already saw you destroy one of them, so there has to be five left."
"Okay. Langtow, you help me take out any German soldier we see. Barnes is our demolition guy."

Langtow and I jumped out from our cover and fired. The three Nazis standing around talking were struck down before they could retaliate. Coming out of the trench, we saw several cottages and soldiers standing around them. When one of them saw us, he shouted for backup.
Bringing out the Springfield, I took aim at the Nazi that called for help. After he was killed, I asked, "You guys mind being my lookouts? I can pick off any Germans in the distance, but I need someone to keep an eye out for any stragglers."
"Sure thing," Langtow replied, Garand at the ready. Barnes also helped out. While Nazis succumbed to being shot in the head and chest thanks to my sniping, Barnes and Langtow took out any that I missed.

The immediate threat out of the way, we entered the small village, eyes peeled for any German or tank. We spotted it near one of the far away cottages, and luckily it didn't spot us.
"Cover me," said Barnes, "I'm planting the charges." We crept to the rear of the tank and stood at the ready as he set the timer. Like before, we ran for cover as the tank exploded. The next few minutes were spent making our way to the next field, which was unusually uneventful.

Coming out of the latest trench, we saw two buildings – a cottage, and one probably used to store grain or hay. A small stream cut through the field, and a bridge spanned it. Another tank was on it, blocking any passage to the other side. I heard shouting, and had the Springfield at the ready. Instead of seeing Germans running toward us, I saw only one, suppressing a Dutch civilian. The scared man was on the ground, as if crying, while the Nazi was kicking him and yelling at him, pointing his MP- 40 at him. Overcome by anger, I took aim and fired. The Nazi was hit in the side, and he collapsed on the ground. I fired another shot into his body to be sure he was dead.

We ran over to the man to see if he was okay. He gasped when he saw us standing over him. Langtow helped him up, speaking to the man in Dutch.

"I didn't know you could speak Dutch," I exclaimed.
"It's like a second language to me," he replied. "Anyway, the man says he's okay, and that that Nazi was threatening him for information on the Dutch Underground. He says he's a part of it."
"Ask him if he knows about a man named Gerritt," I requested, "and tell him that I'm looking for him."

After Langtow told him this, the man looked at me and reached into his pocket. He handed me a strange pistol. It was unlike anything I had seen before. The big difference was that there was a huge cylinder over the barrel of the gun. He spoke to me, and Langtow translated. "He says that the gun is a silenced pistol, and that it'll help you on your way." Again, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a sheet of paper, and gave it to me.
I looked at it; thankfully it was written in English. It included what I had to do and who to look for when I got into the town. "Thank you," I said to him. He shook my hand, as if he understood what I said. After a quick goodbye, we went on our way.

"That tank's in the way, Jimmy," said Barnes. "We better find another way around." Going around the storage building, we saw a roofed bridge. On the other side were many trees. Underneath them, there was a campfire raging. Several Nazis were sitting around it, eating their rations. Signaling for the others to get down, I tossed a grenade at the group. It landed in the fire and instantly exploded, the blaze amplifying its strength. The destructive force blew away the Germans. We ran across the bridge to see the results of the attack.

"You know," said Barnes, "you're going to have to find some way to open the town's gates. The towns in the area are always locked down at night, and they won't be opened up unless there's an emergency."
"I could always create some kind of distraction," I replied. I noticed a can of kerosene under a nearby tree. An idea clicked into my head. "Either of you guys smokers?" I asked.
"I am," Langtow said, "but I don't do it often."
"Got any matches on you?"
"Here," he replied, handing me one, "but what the hell are you going to do with that?"
"You might say that I never got over playing with matches," I said.

The three of us proceeded to the entrance to the field. Several haystacks sat within it, and there were a few Germans who noticed our presence. We fired at them, taking them out. Turning the corner, we had to run back to avoid being blown up by the tank.
"Dammit," cursed Langtow. "They've spotted us!"
"Doesn't matter," I replied, reloading the Thompson. "It's going down one way or another. I'll create a distraction. Barnes, get over there and blow up that goddamn tank!" I ran out shouting, "Hey you Nazi bastards! I'm over here!" The turret swung around, but like before I ran too close for it to fire. Barnes and Langtow got to its other side and got the charge planted. We then ran for dear life as the tank was destroyed.

"Let's get moving, Patterson!" Yelled Barnes. Langtow and I followed him over to the next field. There were a few more buildings than last time. There was a barn to the left, and the tank sat inside it. "Alright, Jimmy, here I go!" Barnes began running over to the barn, but Nazis spotted him. Langtow and I ran after Barnes, taking out any resistance. Barnes planted the charge, and we ran away from the barn. The resulting explosion set the building ablaze.

Before we could start moving again, we saw several Nazis charging, guns firing. We dropped to the ground and counterattacked. I threw a grenade at them, and they started running. After the grenade blew up, we went into pursuit and shot at the Germans as they were turning around. Suddenly, a bullet hit the ground in front of me, and we took cover behind a haystack. A sniper was standing on the windmill. He was taken out thanks to my own sniping abilities.

Once again we walked through a natural trench. The path ahead ran next to a river and we could clearly see a tank on the other bank. A single building sat on our side of the river, as did a large weapon.
"We can't get that tank from here," commented Barnes. "We should try to take it out with that rocket launcher."
"Easier said than done," I replied. "Can you guys cover me?" They responded by charging the Nazis standing around the corner. While they fought, I ran over to the rocker launcher, encountering more trouble. I fired back with the Thompson, killing the pair of soldiers instantly. Manning the rocket launcher, I aimed high, over the tank. I fired, and several rockets shot into the air. The exploded, and high-powered bullets of some kind rained down on the tank, blowing it up. That out of the way, I turned to see Barnes and Langtow standing over the Germans they just killed. We nodded to each other and continued on.

"The town shouldn't be too far away, now," said Barnes, "but we still have to be careful." We got to the next field, and we saw a stone building, two makeshift sheds, and several haystacks. The tank was over on the other side of the field; as long as we stayed low, we may be able to get over there unnoticed. As we ran across the field, we heard blasts and whistling. "HEADS UP," Barnes yelled, "MORTARS!" We jumped to avoid the shells that fell nearby. I saw one Nazi at a mortar launcher and took him out with the Springfield.

Langtow manned the mortar launcher and re-aimed it at the Germans near the tank. He was able to take out two of the men in the open, but he had to abandon the launcher before the tank destroyed the place he stood. "Cover me," called Barnes, "I'm planting the charge!" Langtow and I created a distraction for the tank as Barnes got over to it and set his final demolition charge. With that last tank destroyed, we proceeded to the entrance to Kleveberg.

"Okay, Jimmy," said Barnes. "Unfortunately, this is where we part ways. We got an invitation to hold up with the Dutch Resistance contact not too far from here." I was surprised by this statement, but I understood that they had their own priorities; Barnes with the Dutch contact, and Langtow trying to find the rest of his unit. I smiled and said, "Well, thanks guys for getting me this far. I guess I'll be seeing you later." I shook each of their hands to show my gratitude. "You're a good man, Jimmy," said Langtow. "You'll do fine." "Thanks," I replied. "Alright, I've got my own invitation to keep. Good luck, you guys!" Barnes and Langtow waved at me, and then they proceeded in the opposite direction.

The entrance to Kleveberg was closed up. A high wall blocked all entry. A wooden gate was the only way in or out. I noticed a windmill nearby, and a haystack on its side. Deciding to put my plan into action, I went over to the haystack. I brought out the can of kerosene and soaked the haystack with it. Striking the match on the sole of my boot, I flicked it at the pile of hay. It immediately went ablaze, and it set one of the windmill's veins on fire. A bell sounded within the town – obviously the fire alarm.

I ran to the edge of the wall and waited as the gates suddenly opened. Germans came running out to go put out the fire. I fired at them with the Thompson and tossed a grenade. The threat subdued, I proceeded to enter the city. I opened the doors to get into the city and ducked down an alleyway. I would wait here till nightfall. After it became dark, I would continue on with my mission to rescue Gerritt...

End of Chapter 1

Another chapter has been completed. And now, as I promised, here are my responses to the reviews.

To Anonymous: I don't know who you are, but you gave me my first inspirations to continue my fic. It's bound to be a doozy.

To Boycie: Thank you. Yeah, I play the game a lot, and I had to go back through the levels to hear and read what the characters say. I think it was worth it, though. As for the extras, I wanted to add my own touch to the fic. Otherwise, it really would be just a rewrite of the game.

To Anonymous #2 and TurmoiL911: Well, you said you wanted more chapters, and here they are. Hope you guys enjoy the rest of my fic.

To Anonymous #3: Yeah, I found that typo. Because of you I went back and made necessary edits to each chapter.

To Anonymous #4: I'm like the Energizer Bunny. When I'm writing it keeps going and going and going...

To zionforever: I'm trying my best to add more material to the fic. As mentioned, I wanted to make it not just another rewrite. I hope you were impressed by this one.

To Halle: I'm glad I'm not the only one that has the game memorized. Hope my story stays in memory, if you know what I mean...

To Br Wells: Dude.

To zan67: Sheesh, two reviews in less than a day. Thank you for the compliments, and if you noticed, I went back to the 2nd chapter and made the necessary edit. Hope you're satisfied.

Next time, Jimmy makes his way through Kleveberg as he continues on his mission to rescue Gerritt and the information he has on the new Nazi weapons project.

Stay tuned for Part 3, Chapter 2: The Golden Lion.