(Note: I do not own Valkyria Chronicles. They are owned by Sega. Along with the characters from Valkyria Chronicles. This story is purely for entertainment uses).

"Before I begin, I just want it to be known that I am very blunt in what I am about to say. Having served in the Marines for years, I am more use to having a rifle in my hands rather than a pen but I believe that the story I am about to tell you must never be forgotten along with the men and women in this story must also not be forgotten. With this, I apologize now for the blunt way of me telling this story.

On March 15, 1935, the Imperial Germanian Third Reich declared war on the small country of Gallia. They blitzkrieged the country and many believed that they may have won the war from seeing the first months of the war. To many, this conflict is small compared to the First Europa War, but the outcome from this conflict showed that a tiny nation, and a handful of brave heroes can beat back an empire. The events of this war has a hidden story, hidden from the history you would find in a history book. A story of friendship and trust… of persecution and hate…. And of love blooming, even through the flames of war. What follows is a record of this conflict, the story of those who fought in the shadows. My name is Andrew Walker Vandegrift and this is their story."

Paris. The capital city of the Atlantic Federation. Located in the main province of the Atlantic Federation, Paris stands as the Atlantic Federation's culture and beauty. The city is nicknamed "City of Lights" because it was the first city to have electricity.

Throughout the city, the residents go about their business. The day was warm and sunny so it was a perfect day for people to to go outside. Children playing about, couples spending time with each other, everyone throughout the city seems to be enjoy the day as best as they can.

Well, except for one.

Near Boulevard St. Germain sitting on the west bank of the Seine River, stands L'Hotel Paris. A hotel that is not far from the art galleries, antique shops, and cafes that are on Boulevard St. Germain. In one of the rooms of the hotel, a man of twenty-five years of age is sitting at a table. He is wearing a white sleeve shirt and shorts that are similar to what the British wear when their forces are garrisoned in Asia. On the table laid out is an American M1A1 Garand. The M1 Garand was the workhorse of the U.S military since the war against to Soviets. It fires a 30.06 round and can hold 8 rounds in a clip. The rifle currently is field stripped and from the cloth and oil on the table, the man was in the process of cleaning it. However, right now the man is currently on the phone and from the look on his face, the call is not going well.

"What happen to you being home next week?!" the voice on the other side said to the man. He grimaced a bit, knowing full well he was going to get it.

"I know, I know. Believe me I know. But since I am already here, there is someone I want to visit first in Gallia before I leave. Besides, I was also offered a contract by the Balkan Confederacy to help them with some border skirmishes they have been having with the Nazis. The money from that contract will finally be enough for us to get a place of our own and I can start focusing on becoming a teacher." The man replied, hoping that his response would calm her down. That didn't work.

"I don't want to live in a house if my husband is not home with me." There was a bit of bitterness in her voice. The man sighed. To be honest, he would prefer to be home and with her but due to certain problems he just can't come home just yet.

"Look, let me visit my friend over in Randgriz and after the visit, I will come home and spend a month at home. Then we can talk about the contract. I don't have to answer the contract just yet so we can talk it out. That sound good?" the man said as he continued to clean the Garand. There was a brief pause on the other end, causing the man to worry a bit before a reply came.

"You promise you will stay for a month?" The man smiled.

"Charlotte, I, Andrew Walker Vandegrift, promise to spend a month at home with my lovely wife after this trip." He can imagine her rolling her eyes over the other line.

"I keep asking myself why did I marry a man that is as sarcastic as I am?" Charlotte asked.

"Because you know I am the only one that can handle your craziness." Andrew responded which got a laugh out of her. Andrew looked at the clock in his room and saw that is was 3 PM already.

"Charlotte, I have to go. I have to catch the train at 5 PM to head to Roubaix near the border with Gallia or else I have to wait for the next day to go." Andrew said as he finished cleaning the Garand and began to slowly piece the rifle back together.

"Ok, well be careful. I love you Andrew."

"I love you too Charlotte. Bye." Andrew responded then hung up. He finished up putting the Garand back together and worked the charging handle to check the inside of the rifle. Seeing as nothing is out of place and after running a few rounds in it and saw that it cycled the rounds well. He put on his old marine corp jacket, his pack, slung his Garand and then walked over to his bed and then slung his secondary weapon, an M1903 Springfield with a scope on it for long range firing. He made sure he had everything on him and nothing will be left behind. Once he made sure that he had everything, he exited his room and headed to the reception table downstairs. After he checked out, he headed for the station and had to wait until 7 PM for his train to arrive because of a delay.

"That night on the train, I had a feeling that something was going to happen but I was more into the thought about being home next week. What I didn't know at the time was the impact of what was going to happen. Nor would I ever predict that I would meet new people, see carnage on the scale of which I haven't seen since Alaska, feel betrayal, and fight with a group of misfits that I would eventually call my second family." Andrew Walker Vandegrift.

Author's note: Well, here it is. This story is based on the Valkyria Chronicles world that was created by Heinkelboy05. I have asked and received permission from him to write a story based on his world. Since this is my first time actually writing a fanfiction, this is a rough draft and will be editted over time. The next chapter will probably be posted sometime this weekend or next week but no promises. Thanks for taking the time to reading this and see you soon.