The War of the Wellsprings begins before the comic series, and will carry on after it. Without further-ado, I present to you...
The War of the Wellsprings
One; 1940, June 10th; Long Beach California, America
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Sergeant Alexander
It is silent. No one speaks as we line up in front of the plane. We march in to the C-47, sit down, and buckle up. It is going to be a long ride to the Hitler. The engines roar as the plane takes off, and we are shoved a bit to our side. I look around inside the big metal can. No windows. No in-flight beverages. No pleasure to be had besides that of sleep. I had never slept on a '47 before, but I may never get the chance again. I close my eyes, and sleep.
"READY UP!"
The shout came from my far right, from someone I did not recognize. He was taller than the rest of us, and was wearing a dark blue uniform. No one else seemed to pay him any attention, and he quickly walked back in to a back room. I quickly unbuckle, strap on my parachute, and grab my gun. Everyone marches to the back of the plane and lines up, everyone seems to be shouting, wishing each other good luck, among other things. My close friend, Staff Sergeant W. Crawford, patted me on the shoulder and said, "We may die today, but we won't die for our country. We will will die for all countries, remember this." I will never forget that man. Being a Marine, we should have been enemies, but he always told me we shouldn't distinguish by branch, not even by nation, but by ideals. I want to go tell him something, I don't know what, but something. I take one step toward him when the door flings open, and we are all whisked into the night sky.
"WILLIAM!" I shout his name, and finally spotting him, I begin to drift his way. "William!" I shout once more, when I see his body ripped apart by the bullets of the Nazis below. I do not cry. I do not feel anger. I simply... am. I let myself free fall longer than I should have, considering let myself fall to my death. But I know my duty isn't done. I pull the cord on my 'shute just as a heavy wind sweeps me away from the rest of my men. I land of the hard dirt before everyone else, and immediately notice the group of Nazis about fifty feet before me. I dive backwards over a hill, slamming my knee into a rock. I lay on the ground as the grenade lands next to me. I start to scoot away, but I know I won't make it far enough with my damaged leg.