June 6th, 1942

Logan Walker

Allied Powers invasion fleet, off the coast of Normandy, French S.S.R.

"Ellie, it's June 6th, 1942. Wish you could be here, beautiful. We're invading some frog beach I'm not supposed to even know the name of. All so we can take back France from the Soviets. But waiting's been half the battle."

Logan was sitting down at a round table with two men and a woman all of whom were in their late 20s to early 30s.

"So he asks me for my watch and I'm thinking: 'What the hell you want my watch for, you're the captain of the goddamn baseball team.' But I turn around, and i feel this punch. And it's cold like ice." Said the man with a knife

"I've made lots of friends while on the ship, but none of 'em are as close to me as my squad mates."

"OW!" The man yelped as he accidentally cut himself with his knife.

"David, my brother, has always supported me. After the first few days of basic training, i wanted to just give up, but David told me he was counting on me to make it to the battlefield and have his back."

"Damn it, David! I told you that's dangerous!" Said the woman.

"Elsa Winters, David's wife, Norwegian. Born with the power to control Ice and snow as well as heal wounds, but unable to control them. That is, until she meet David in December of '39 shortly after she was forced to leave her home country due to the Soviet invasion. It was love at first sight, kinda like you and me, Ellie. When the US declared war on the Soviets, Elsa took the country by storm by becoming the first woman to join the army. Her story convinced more than a few other women to do the same. Glad David was smart enough not to stop her."

"Relax, Elsa, I'm fine."

"Oh shit! Briefing's at 18:00 we're gonna be late."

"Keegan P. Russ. Longtime family friend."

Logan and David almost exited the room before they were stopped by a bald man in his early 50s.

"Briefing's about to start, what the hell you boys doin'?" Asked the man.

"Then, there's Sergeant Rorke, a real hardass."

"Oh you think you're both special because of your dad, huh? The reds are gonna eat your lunch."

"No, not our lunch Sergeant. Our lunch is secure"

"Then secure your lips too, Walker. On me." Rorke then headed to the briefing.

"Since I'm obviously on a lucky streak, whatever happens, stay close. First Normandy, then the long trip to the motherland. We got this Logan."

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"Today, with our allies, we embark on an operation of unparalleled importance. To establish a beachhead at Normandy, And roll back the Communist aggression that has terrorized Europe for the past three years. We are all that separates the world from darkness. This is so much more than a chance to be heroes in our lifetimes. If we prevail our triumph will be etched into the hearts and minds of a grateful world for untold generations. I'm talking about glory ladies and gentlemen, true glory."

"Our dad, colonel Elias Walker, sure can give a nice speech."

By now, Logan and his squad were in a landing craft boat en-route to the beach, along with countless other craft.

"Always Looking over Rorke's shoulder is Lieutenant Thomas Merrick, great friend of our dad. He's got him on a tight leash. But if Rorke breaks free, we'll all get bit. Ever since I met you, I've always loved you Ellie. I can't guarantee I'll come home to you, but I'm damn sure gonna try."

"It's now or never..."