A/N Hello! Yet another chapter! Anyways, I'm going to make some of this chapter devoted to Retroville. Oh, is this gory enough, or should I make it more gory?

Disclaimer- Dude, I don't own JN!

Cindy Vortex sat at home, drinking her coffee. It was a custom of hers. Everyday, she sat at her couch, normally until 1:00. Afterwards, she would go to Mrs. Neutron's house, along with Libby and Elke. Her parents had abandoned her ever since she had become pregnant. Mrs. Neutrons was basically the only one left. When she went over, they normally exchanged opinions on the war, how Jimmy was doing, and assembled care packages for Jimmy. Most of all, however, they planned the wedding that would undoubtedly happen unless, he, well, you know, died. Jimmy wasn't invincible. He wouldn't be resurrected if he died. He had told her that before. She believed him, of course. She was virtually a genius, after all. But deep in her heart, she didn't believe him. He was hers, and wouldn't be taken away from her.

She carelessly looked out of the window. The mailman was there. She had a bizarre feeling in her stomach. Was it a letter explaining Jimmy's death? She had disturbing images of Jimmy stepping onto a mine, exploding into a thousand pieces. Or of him getting shot in the head, blood draining out of his head, dying in pain and agony. Of course, it could just be a letter from him telling her that he was OK. It was a 50 50 chance.

"Letter for Mrs. Vortex!" said the mailman

"Thank you sir!"

"Don't mention it. Rain, hail or-"

"Yeah. Bye!"

She shut the door, and opened the letter. A picture fell out. She would look at that letter. It read:

Dear Cindy,

I'm (unfortunately) still alive. We just finished the landings at Omaha beach. Our landing zone was called Point Du Hoc. It was a bloodbath. We lost half of our platoon. We were told to seek out some artillery, but it was gone! We found it further inland though. I also got promoted to Captain! Bye!

Wow, he was alive! What a relief! On to the picture. It showed Jimmy, Carl and Sheen all standing up. Sheen had his rifle up to his shoulder, looking for Germans. Carl had his rifle slung on his shoulder, smiling. Jimmy had his Thompson pointing downward, smiling slightly. Boy, she loved him.

Cherbourg, 0700 hours

Jimmy Neutron woke with a start. He had just been through one of the toughest battles in the history of mankind, and he hoped he wouldn't have to do Omaha all over again. It sure seemed like it would be….

"Mortars! Wake and shake it! The Germans are bringing your coffee!" yelled Jimmy.

Mortars were firing. They destroyed many buildings, but none were harmed.

"The mortars have stopped. Move out! Be prepared to use your grenades, and don't waste your ammo! Check your corners and keep your buddies in mind." said Jimmy.

They walked around. Nobody was to be seen.

"Stay down! Somebody's coming!"

"Hey, hey! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Lieutenant James Foster, 101st airborne division!"

"Hello Lieutenant, Captain James Neutron, 5th Rangers. Report you status."

"My men are 30 strong, plenty of ammo, but we'll soon run out. The Germans keep up with their attacks, and one is soon to come. They normally bombard us then attack."

"Got any sandbags?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good set them up. We'll put our 30. cal in the middle. What is the Germans strength?"

"Two platoons and two tanks. They'll probably send out their whole garrison out though."

So, two platoons, and two tanks. This would be tough.

"Alright boys, it's us against them and they have two tanks. Mow down the infantry, so we can concentrate on those tanks." whispered Jimmy.

"Damn it!" said Sheen

"What?"

"I hate goddamn tanks!"

"Well so do me!"

Jimmy got behind a sandbag, B.A.R. at the ready. He soon heard footsteps.

"Get down!"

A platoon was there, along with two officers. He put is B.A.R. up to his shoulder, and fired.

"Ahh!"

"Is Ami!"

"Base of fire, this position!" Jimmy yelled.

Bullets were flying. Everywhere even. Five were dead already.

"Sir, it's a goddamn firing squad"

"Get up there! Now!"

"N-Ahh!"

He had gotten shot in the head. Blood was everywhere.

"Medic!"

"Where the hell are those 50. Cals?

"I got em'!"

Nick set them up. All infantry was mowed down, in a bloody mess.

"Tanks!"

'"Sheen, fire the bazookas!"

He fired them, but only one was down!

"Sheen, Nick, your with me!"

He went to the tank, opened the hatch. And gunshots were herad.

"God! They shot me in the arm!" said Jimmy.

"Sheen, put a satchel charge on the tank!" yelled Jimmy.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

The tank exploded in a fiery mess. A man got out. It was the man who shot him. He was charred up. He raised his Thompson, and fired. He was dead before he hit the ground.

"That was a good job, Captain." Said a Major.

"You'll get your mission specs later."

"Thank you sir!"

He had done it.

"Clear up!"

"Clear down!"

"Clear over here!"

He was apparently still alive.

You people are like buzzards. You take it and you leave. Anyhow, I'm gonna make him invent something. In the mean time, review! Or I shall quit!