Thread: The Soldier and the Nurse, from Normandy to Berlin (Faith and Samurai)

June 6th, 1944, outside Saint Lo Village, Normandy, France Grey clouds scattered the blue sky above Normandy, France. The 1st Infantry Division had somehow made it through the strong Nazi blockade of Omaha Beach. They were now weaving and darting in Nazi trenches on their way to the village of Saint Lo. Throughout the day the division had encountered tight German resistance, which had not let up since. There was hardly a lull in the fighting. Captain Sean Greymore Hiruki took one of these lulls to grab a drink from his canteen. He sighed in relief, for that was the first drink he has had all day, unless you count the sea water he swallowed after nearly drowning in the waters off Omaha. Sean wore the standard green-ish tan Army uniform and helmet. On his left hip was something not so standard, but very important to him His katana. It had been by his side since the 16th Century, making it the longest he has ever used a single weapon. He put an American Spirit Cigarette in his mouth and lit it with his army issue zippo lighter. Time to leave the trench. Sean jumped out, M1 Garand Rifle in his hands. He shot down every German who tried to shot at him. He was in the middle of the grassy field when the German Officer came out, brandishing his saber. He shouted a praise to Hitler before charging Sean. Sean dropped his M1 and helmet to the ground and unsheathed his katana. Their blades met in a clash of steel. They matched each other, blow for blow. Neither could wound the other. The two men were equally matched. Well, almost. Sean saw an opening and took it, slashing into the officer's chest, the blood bursting into rain. Rest well, soldier Sean said in German, his tone filled with no emotion. He sheathed his katana and was about to gather his weapon and helmet when three more Nazis came from the trench in front of him. Sean reacted in an instant, swiftly pulling out his Colt 1911 A1 Semi-Automatic pistol and firing two shots per man, killing them all. Sean sighed as he put his pistol back into his hip holster. There was a sudden CRACK and Sean felt an intense burning pain in his gut. He looked down and saw scarlet quickly stain his uniform. His vision started to blur and he turned back to where the shot came from. The officer he had just fought was doing his best to hold up his Luger, which was smoking. Though he had been cleaved through, he still found the strength to lift and fire his pistol. Sean lost all feeling in his leg and he fell to the ground, still facing the officer. The world blurred. He could see another man walking towards the officer and seemed to be speaking to him. The moment before his world went black, his vision cleared and he saw the man's face. It was a face Sean knew all too well. The man's name burned his lips as he tried to speak it. Lucifer... --------------- Field Medical Tent, Two days later Sean awoke to near silence. The world was white at first, but slowly grew normal again. He was in a small tent made for one patient. His torso was wrapped in gauze and he did not feel any pain in his stomach where the bullet had gone through. The shot had been off center and though it went straight through him, it had missed most of his organs. He let out a sigh and looked at the nurse who was by his side. He knew her face, smiling warmly at her. Ni Hao, Zhi He said in a tired, but loving voice.