For the moment this is the last of the “Before” chapters before we jump forward.
The warm copper smell cut through my senses and I felt Hungry. All this time I had fought off the hunger believe it to be part of my old life, but now it stored inside me and I wanted more. My tail swished back and forth as I looked along the trenches, there were the Hun lines and I now stalked them eager for the kill. A Hun appeared from a doorway and I pulled back my lips drooling. I could smell his blood and it stirred more inside me. The soldier wasn’t aware of me even when I killed it.
“Take the command and lead the next charge.”
“This isn’t a request!”
“I still refuse.”
“Your a good man and you fellow soldiers look to you for support!”
“I’m not leading anyone anymore!”
“I don’t care what you past history is, you will take over the company and lead the charge over the line.”
“I will not charge into death and not lead anyone to death!”
“You have done before!”
“We were protecting our livelihood.” I growled.
“And your not this time?”
“This isn’y my war, I have already lost my life for this godforsaken country, no more!”
Soldiers lined the trenches, rifle in hand, each one giving prayers to the chosen gods or goddesses. I looked up to the mud that lined the top edge and watched as the sun began to rise. Somewhere a faint whistle sound was heard before the signal was repeated down the line. Everyone stood up and gripped their rifles, my commander gripping his pistol tightly. “I wish you were the one leading the charge Mr. Purcell.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I know that everything you led has never been defeated.”
“There was one charge that failed!”
“You had no choice then!”
“There is truth in the old saying that only the good die young!” a soldier said as he dropped down next to me.
“I know the truth in that,” I said trying to avoid eye contact.
The soldier lit a cigarette and offered it to me and I refused it with a shake of my head, missing my long hair. “Do you mind if I ask how old you are?”
I turned to face him and with a sigh I answered, “Over 60.”
“You are over 60 and still fighting!”
“I tried to avoid fighting.”
“Once a fighter?”
For more then a month I have watch the young soldier walk up and down the trenches carrying his lantern. Never once did I assume there was anything unusual about a soldier walking around. This night the sun had faded early and I laid there against the trench wall, Enfield rifle in hand looking out over the nomans land that separated us from the Huns. I spotted a flair flying above the field and nearly missed the scream of a shell falling from the sky. The shell exploded near me, the blast of air nocking me unconscious. When I woke up the next day I asked the Commanding officer what happened to the young soldier with the lantern. He asked me to describe the young soldier, but when I finished he stiffened.
That young soldier was killed at the beginning of the war!” He stated before dismissing me.
I walked back to my station in the trench and dropped back into my usual place. How could he be dead when I have seen him since I arrived.
“You know why!” my companion said as he sat down beside me, ” Ghost like us walk the battle field never finding peace.”
“Do you remember that we are not supposed to be here?” my companion asked me from his perch in the trench.
“Don’t you think that I did not try to get away from fighting?”
“You didn’t try hard enough!” he growled turning away, “I smell fresh blood”
“Ours or Huns?” I asked just before a young soldier barely old enough to sign up walked past.
My companion sniffed the air like a dog, “Ours, looks like one of the flyboy just chewed up the earth.”
“Should have stuck with airships,” I said as I looked down the lines, “far safer.”
“You will fight in this war and you will die like every other Englishman to protect your country!”
“Like Hell will I, I have already given my life for this damn country and what did I get in return, nothing, just another damn call to arms!”
“I don’t care who you think you are, but today you are now part of the British army and you will fight for your country!”
That was how it started and that is how I ended up back on the battlefield fighting against a new enemy, but this time they’re normal human men.
What if what we knew about Germany surrendering causing the end of World War two is all a lie?
*Warning Possible Spoiler*
While planning out season one of my Victorian Fantasy series, I came across a scene that will take part during WW2, The real reason for the end was because an army that was spread out through two dimensions broke out in the middle of Europe. Germany and those countries surrounding her had no hope to survive and battle there forces on their own. A tense and very fragile alliance was quickly made between all the countries of both worlds and they would work together to survive the coming darkness.
Well I must finish the rest of the series first but this is the plot plan for the end of series one of The Diaries Of James Purcell.