Clayton slowly began to flicker his eyes open, with his eye-sight coming to be and the blurriness going away.

He could feel his head hanging, feeling a huge and uncomfortable amount of pressure inside of his back head, and blood rushing through it.

With each slow flicker of his eyes, he starts to wake up and his vision clearing of the blurriness even more. Each time his eyes open, only seeing darkness and green around him.

He rubs his eyes, which now cleared it blurry vision completely, he starts to observe his new and unknown surroundings.

He looks up, lifting his head, and was immediately met with pain on the back of his neck. He winces at the pain, for Clayton to begin to rubs it with his left hand.

He begins to look around, trying to penetrate and concentrate through the darkness of the night, noticing that he is in a little forested area.

The color of green from the trees around him and the grass on the floor, with the tall and thick hedge rows in the shape of a square, acting as the perimeter for the forest he has landed in.

When he looks in the night sky, he realized that the Airborne Droppings were still in the process.

He could see and hear the C-47s flying over, some still dropping Paratroopers, and most of them just flying over. But also seeing Anti-Aircraft fire all around everywhere he looks, but in the distance.

But something else he notices.

He could see over the tall hedgerows that surround him and the forest area, spotting that their are dirt roads that surrounded and outlined the grassy perimeter, and to his left at one of the corner of the perimeters, about two small buildings, and only long, open fields around him, also.

He tries to move his body and legs back and forth, but...could feel nothing under him.

He looks down towards the ground, moves his legs again, but still nothing.

Clayton gets his mind to fix together why.

he was high off the ground, not certain of the height, but he knows that he was high off. with him feeling his weight against the harness he is strapped to.

He looks up, and sees that his white parachute has been caught in a tree, all tangled and snatched against the branches and the top of the tree itself, and he was just hanging and dangling up in the air, defenseless and an easy target.

No Germans has spotted him yet, or maybe was dead already...but he doesn't believe it yet.

Clayton begins to unstrap himself from his tangled parachute in not waiting for it to happen.

He first starts off with his chest straps. Before moving his hands to his chest area, feeling for it, but as he tries to unclip it, it won't move.

He pushes it down harder, feeling the amount of pressure against making his thumb to turn red, but it won't budge.

He gives up, for him to move on to the two straps on both his left and right legs above his knees.

He lifts his knees where his hands could reach and first starts on the right strap. He unclips it successfully with no problem, then moves on to his left strap, but to see that its all twisted numerous times tightly, where he couldn't even get his fingers in between the strap and his leg to untwist it.

Until he hears something in the distance.

His attention move towards the night sky to his left, for his eyes to see a ball of flames and smoke moving across towards the ground in the very far distance, and crash into the earth.

it crashes behind a line of trees, as a wall of flames is left in its trail, and a smoke pillar to rise from where it crashed.

A few more seconds of watching, he debunks it as a crashed C-47. Clayton puts a note in his mind to check out for any survivors at that crash site as soon as he gets off this hanging death tra-.

"Überprüfen Sie es vorbei!"

Clayton's entire body freezes, and listens.

Every motion he was doing was stopped immediately.

He makes no sudden movement, a single sound, as he could only the C-47s planes and AA fire in the very far distance, as he slowly turns his head around his surroundings to try to spot and guest where that voice came from.

Fields to the right: Clear

Fields to the Left: Clear

The houses and roads to his left: Clear

The roads to his Righ-

Clayton's entire body turns pale and his heart pumping to an unbelievable level of fear.

To his right, at a crossroads near the field were four German Soldiers with their clothing of the gray uniforms on them, making Clayton to know that they are German soldiers. They were coming down the road just ahead of him, walking slowly, their Kar98s on three of soldiers, and a MP40 on another.

He quickly begins to feel for his weapons on him, nothing, not even his M1911 in his holster on his leg.

He was defenseless.

The drop must have edged his equipment pack off him on his way down.

He looks around the forest, in every direction he could see, in the grass, in the trees, in the hedgerows, somewhere in the fields. Until he finally spots it.

On the ground in the grass near an opening in the perimeter of the hedgerows that leads out to the roads and field, was his equipment package on the ground, with the U.S. logo on the front. But mostly importantly strapped to the side of the pack was his M1 Garand. He had to get it before the Germans can get to him first.

The strap would still not budge or move, with Clayton even giving it his all to detach.

"Da drüben!"

Clayton looks up and sees that the Germans had finally made it to the crossroads, and one of the Germans with a Kar98 pointing at him.

They spotted him

Giving up on the straps, he digs in his Parachute Pouch on his chest and pulls out his M2 Switchblade. He opens the blade and begins to cut on his left strap leg.

He could hear the Germans talking as they get closer but Clayton ignores it as cuts his leg strap, breathing very hard and the sweat running down his forehead, then it finally snaps.

He moves to his chest strap now and begins cutting, hearing the Germans rustle through the hedgerows as they try to get to Clayton. He was half way through, before he looked up and sees one of the German soldiers, still at the crossroad, aiming at him.

*Boom*

*Snap*

Right as the German fired, Clayton's chest strap snaps free, releasing him from his Parachute to fall towards the ground as the fired round misses Clayton, scraping the top of his helmet and hit the tree behind him.

Clayton falls towards the ground and rolls when he makes impact, dropping the switchblade. He gets on his knees and tries to feel for the lost switchblade, but nothing. He gets up and spots the equipment pack.

Only taking three steps, three Germans come out and through the hedgerows, just behind his equipment package. He stops and takes a quick look at the package, it's his only defense with the supplies of surviving the night.

As the Germans finally manage to raise their weapons, Clayton turns and runs.

Running with all he could muster, he makes a dash through the hedgerow and takes a sharp right up the road, hearing the German Kar98s fire and whiz past Clayton when he turns.

He runs up the road to come up towards the crossroads where the buildings are. Making a quick decision with no time to think or stop, turns right in hopes of out meanuvering the chasing German Soldiers.

Big mistake.

As soon as he turns the corner, he stops dead in his track, feeling the dirt and pebbles under his boots as he stops.

Standing in front of Clayton, was the German with the MP40, five feet in front and aiming at him. He slowly raises his hands in the air. From what Clayton could tell, this German was an officer, judging from the cap he wears.

Clayton hears the three German Soldier come up from behind him and stop ten feet behind him, and aim their Bolt-Actions at Clayton. He was surrounded, with no chance of escape or no signs of friendly Paratrooper help or anything. He was a deadman.

"Stupid, Amerikaner..." said the German in front of Clayton. He slowly begins to pull the trigger to fire.

*Thump*

All the soldiers stop, the German Officer letting go of the trigger and peak past Clayton behind him. Clayton also slowly turns his head around too.

"Granate!" Yelled one of the German Soldiers.

Clayton ducks and hugs the ground, putting his hands on his helmet.

*Boom*

The grenade explodes, throwing the German Soldiers in all directions. One thrown into the hedgerow, one onto its back on the road, sliding against the dirt, his leg blown off, and the last one into the field next to the road.

The German Officer starts to spray his MP40 on the direction the grenade came from, from the field. But for the back of his head to spray out blood and bones when another gunshot goes off, knocking his head back and onto the ground, dead.

...

Clayton could hear silence and quietness, except for the sound of crickets somewhere in the dark. He takes his hands off his helmet and slowly lifts his head, to be met with the dead German Officer, laying on the ground dead, his cap next to him, the MP40 still in his hands, and blood coming out of the hole in his head.

He gets on his knees and stands up, looking behind to see the three, dead German Soldiers and the few feet deep of a black hole in the ground.

"Hey."

Clayton turns towards the voice. A silhouette in the darkness to appear, then for Clayton to see the full appearance of an American Paratrooper.

"You alright?" He said. Holding a M1 Carbine in his hand, still in an aiming position. His netted -M2 Helmet with the leather strap unstrapped on his helmet, dangling in the air, stripes of black and dark green facepaint on his face, the Unifrom appearance of an Airborne Trooper, the equipment and clothing.

And the patches on his left arm, of the rank of Private, and the logo of the 101st Airborne.

"Yea...I'm alright." Clayton responded, giving a quick glance to each of the dead German soldiers.

"Good." The other Paratrooper said. Lowering his weapon and walking past Clayton, who was still standing in the same position he was in, and over to the dead German Officer, kneeling on his left knee , laying his M1 Carbine to the side, and began searching the German.

Clayton could only stand their in shock and surprised for not being dead. And lowers his hands to the side and looks to the other Paratrooper.

"What are you doing?" Clayton questioned.

"I promised...my buddy back home...that...I will bring back a souvenir for him...something like a...Dammit!" He quietly cussed, "I hoped this Officer had a Luger."

The paratrooper throwing down the cap of the dead officer.

"yea, a German Flag or Officers Cap is nice, but a Luger would be better, but nothing." He grabs his M1 Carbine, stands up and looks at Clayton.

"Who are you?" Clayton asked.

"Oh yea, sorry." He walks over to Clayton and lends his hands out, for a handshake. "Private Drake Hamson, 502nd, 101st, 1st Battalion, Able Company, 1st Platoon."

Clayton shakes his hand.

"Private Clayton Andrews, 502nd, 101st, 3rd Battalion, Baker Company, 5th Platoon." Clayton introduced himself.

"Well..." Drake said, looking up into the sky."Haven't we found the shit-hole we landed in?"

"Yea, I'm been having a nice morning so far." Clayton said. Drake looks at Clayton again but observing him.

"Where's your equipment?"

Clayton's mind explodes for remembering his equipment in the forest.

"Oh shoot, Its still at my landing area." Clayton said, looking back over to his big white parachute on the tree, Drake looking too.

"Oh, rough landing...you got stuck in a tree?" Drake said as he looks at Clayton's Parachute.

"Yup."

"...lucky." Drake said.

"Why?" Clayton asked, looking at Drake.

"I landed in river, thats why my pants and boots are wet." Clayton looking down at Drake's Pants, dark and damp.

"Wet socks are the worse."

"Better than what I went through." Looking back up.

"Well, go get your stuff, I going to see if these German Soldiers have anything else interesting." Drake suggested, pointing his gun at the three dead German Soldiers. "Then meet me back here, okay?"

"Yea, I'll be back." Claytin said, began jogging towards the entrance of the forest areas and Drake to kneel down over the dead Soldiers.

...

Clayton kneels over his equipment pack, and begins checking for damages on the way down.

The smell of something burnt. He flips over the pouch and sees a big hole in the pouch, black and burnt, with a few items and objects falling out of the hole.

'Dangit...must of been hit by the flak or something.' Clayton said in his head.

He digs through the burnt items to see if anything survived. And after a few moments of searching, he lays it all out in a clearing in the grass.

Clayton unattached his M1 Garand, and inspects it to see if its in good condition, and luckily, only a few black spots and nothing else. He lays it to his left on the ground and returns his attention to his supplies.

From what survived the drop, was two pouches of ammo for his M1 Garand, nine clips of the eight 7.62 .30 06 rounds in each clip, for both bags, a K-Ration, 'somehow-survived' two Mk 2 Grenades, a 10 inch Bayonet.

Everything else was beyond recognizable or useless from the destruction.

He puts them in his supply pack that was already on his back, which only contained his Bladed Shovel in its pouch.

He gets up and picks up his M1 Garand, feeling the trimmed and smooth wood in his hand. He takes out a ammo clip, pulls the cocker back, puts the clip in it, pushing it down and lets go of the cocker, hearing the 'ding' and the cartirage fall on the ground.

He was locked and loaded. He starts to make his way back to Drake, but then he steps on something that feels familiar under his boots.

He stops and lifts his boot off the ground, to reveal his long-lost M1911 Pistol. He leans over and picks up the gun, inspecting it.

"Could've used you earlier." He quietly said.

After a quick inspection, he puts the straps on the M1 Garand over and on his back, pulls out one clip of the .45 Caliber, and loads it in, cocks back the loader, and holsters it and moves on to return to Drake.

After coming around the corner, he sees Drake searching the dead German Soldier on the road.

"Anything interesting?" Clayton asked, walking next to Drake.

"Nope...not a single god damn thing." Drake said, standing, a little disappointment in his voice.

"You have a map?" Clayton asked.

"Nah, flak destroyed everything in my equipment package, including the compass and what ever was in it."

...

"Yours?" Drake questioned to Clayton.

"...destroyed...all of them." Clayton responded.

"Well, now we are even...and have no god-damn idea where are in this maze-of-a-place."

...

"You see that C-47 go down?" Clayton asked.

"Yea, I did, shall go check if anyone survived that death ball."

"Yea."

"Lets go then." Drake said, cocking his gun, then they both started running towards the the pillar of smoke, in hopes that they meet up with any friendly Airborne Troopers...or just someone or something that will be friendly and help them.

After five minutes of walking, the two Airborne Troopers are nearing and closing in on the crash site of the friendly downed C-47 plane, with the pillar of smoke getting larger and closer, and the light of the fire getting brighter to where they can see the flames through the holes of the hedge rows they hug against.

As they cross another open field, they reach the final hedgerow till the C-47 by just getting through it. They take cover and hug tightly in a ditch that runs between the road and the hedgerow wall, and survey their surroundings for the clear of Germans.

"Okay, we are here," Drake whispered, "Clayton look through the bush and see if you can spot anything, I'll watch you back."

Clayton slowly crawled up the side of the ditch while Drake prone on the opposite side to look out for activity.

Clayton manages his way through the bush and has a clear view of the crash C-47 in an open field.

From Clayton's recon, and taking notes in his head, the C-47 has crashed in one very large open field, with a hedge row wall to the left and open roads to the right and more fields past the road.

The condition of the C-47 was destroyed to the core. Clayton and Drake has ended up from the back view of the plane, half of the plane ripped in half, both wings gone and far out to the sides away from the plane, the front half of the plane ahead of the second half, leaving a open scrapped opening in between the plane, with the cockpit in a ball of fire, the whole second piece on fire from the inside.

But what catches his eye is the a German Troop Transport Truck parked next to the Crashed C-47, and German Soldiers scanning the crash site.

'Damn' Clayton said in his head, and slides back down to the base of the ditch.

"What you see, any survivors?" Drake said, turning his head over his shoulder.

"Doesn't look like it, but their are German Soldiers at the crash site, a truck-load of them...so maybe about six to ten Krauts." Clayton informed Drake.

"Well, lets get out of here before we get spotte-"

"HELP ME!"

Both Paratroopers stop as scream a is heard by the two soldiers.

"What was that?" Drake said.

"Sounded...female...but it was in English." Clayton said, both confused.

"But how can that be, that was perfect English and didn't sound like any french or European accent in it?" Drake said.

"But where did it come from-"

"PLEASE, SOMEPONY HELP ME!"

"..."

"Somepony?...what the fuck-"

"It came from the crashsite." Clayton said, cutting off Drake, as he starts to climb back up against the ground towards the hedgerow followed by Drake.

As they get through the bush, they can see that a group of Germans in a circle around something, but Clayton couldn't see from this distance.

...

"We have to save her." Clayton said, Drake turning his head at Clayton.

"Are you crazy, who knows how many Germans are their, and just like you said you just count five from that group of Kruats right there, and more in the surrounding area ,we will be killed." Drake said. "And plus, she's a goner already."

"Look," Clayton said, looking at Drake, "if we save her, she could tell us where we are in this maze-of-a-place, then we could find more and link up with other friendly forces, because we have no map, no compass, or no sign of help of where we are."

"I will tell you where we are...we are in the middle and center of this shit-hol-"

"But lets just help and see if she can determine where we are and point towards where our objective is." Clayton said, making Drake think of it.

"..."

"STOP, LET GO OF ME!"

Clayton looks back and see that two German Soldiers are holding something in there arms, but could not make out how the female looks like. Seeing that a German Soldier was getting in the Transport Truck, turning it on.

"Okay, then, lets go, quick." Drake finally agrees.

They both get up from the bush and run towards the opening in the hedgerow a little bit down the road. They get through it and run across the field to quickly get behind the left wing of the plane, a few metres from the torn second-half of the plane.

"Wait." Clayton quietly said to Drake, for him to duck under the wing.

He peaks over the wing and spots a German Soldier surveying the area of where Clayton and Drake are. He ducks back down and gestures to Drake with his hands.

'One Soldier' 'Wait' For Drake to nod.

He peaks up over the wing and sees the German Soldier to walk away and to another area in the crashsite. Then gestures to Drake with shoulder, 'Lets go'.

They both get up from the wing and sprint to the second half of the tail. They reach it and crouch against the tail wings back-to-back, for them to be able to hear what the Germans are speaking.

"Schnell, ihr Idioten , müssen wir diese Sache mit dem Befehl zu senden!" Yells one of the German Soldiers.

"Any idea what they are saying?" Clayton whispered to Drake.

"Do I look like I speak German!?" Drake whispered back.

He peaks over the tail wings and sees that the truck has backed up towards the plane, with two German Soldiers holding something in their hands , struggling against them, with a German Officer behind the two.

"Please don't hurt me, please!" Begged the english-speaking female, with Clayton still not able to see past the Germans Soldiers.

"Oh, I can't promise you that, our leaders vill find you very special." Said the German Officers said ti the unknown person. " Setzen Sie sie in dem Fahrzeug."

The two German Soldiers start to put the female in the back of the truck.

"Okay, here's the plan." Clayton said, turning back towards Drake. "There's three German Soldiers to the left, maybe another three in between the plane, and about four on my side." Clayton explained. "You take out the three on the left, I will throw a grenade in the middle where the other three are, and I will take care of the four on my side, as soon as the grenade goes off, engage...got it." Clayton explained his plan to Drake.

"Got it." Drake responded.

"Okay, when the grenade goes off." Clayton reminded, taking off a grenade off his chest and reading it in his hand, the Germans almost done putting the female in truck, but still struggling.

'Man, she's a fighter.' Clayton said in his head.

He pulls the pin, knocks off the igniter and throws over the hull and in between the plane, quickly picks up his rifle and aims at his first target, the driver in the back of the truck trying to pull in the civilian.

*Thump*

5

The Germans turn around at the sound towards the sound.

4

A German Soldier steps and leans closer at the thing.

3

He glances closer.

2

His eyes go wide.

1

"Grenate!" He yells.

*Boom*

"Now!" Clayton yells. Both Paratroopers fire their weapons.

Author's Note

Well, here is Chapter three...

Had to do a little research on the equipment of the Paratroopers, and that was all the research i researched...for now.

Hoped you guys liked...or loved this chapter

And my describing skills are very bad, i tried my best but didn't sound right to me, but if you guys are confused, just message me so i can maybe draw it for you or try to explain it to you more clearly....i will try....

I'm so cold

Anyway, if you saw any problems when reading, which i know their are, just message me and i will get time to edit it later...

So that is chapter 3 and chapter 4 will be out in a two days or three, or maybe tomorrow night...but we will find out.

Have a nice day, night or morning, and 82nd out.