"Are you an angel?"
By: Animefreak5483
diclaimer: This goes for the entire story- I've said it once, I'll say it again- I do not own Digimon...
a/n: Hello fellow Taiora fans- I just want to thank you for r/r my fics- - I haven't finished uploading all my stories yet, but i'm getting there- so keep looking every few days :) enjoy
The year is 1944, and it's some where in the end of May, probably even the beginning of June. Time and dates no longer matter when there's a war going on. Especially if you are training with your troops for some secretive mission.
I left my mother, father and little sister back in the US mainland when the draft was enabled. And so I find myself here… wherever here is. Some where on route to Europe, in the Atlantic. All I know is that the barracks are small and uncomfortable here. The air inside the ship is stale and smells of sweat.
I never thought that I, Tai Kamiya, would be half way across the world from my home and heading into Europe for the fight of the century.
Oh well, I guess there was no stopping the inevitable, I just would have liked to finish high school before being thrown into this bloody mess. I guess you could say I'm athletic and a good shot, so naturally the Army wanted me for their special opps group.
But now as I lay here on this ship, I find myself surrounded by others, and I can't help but think…. Will I be the fortunate one to survive? Reports flooded in about entire squads dieing in battle, and that's what scared me… I hadn't been given the chance to actually live yet, and now I'm being sent to die for nameless thousands. Don't get me wrong- I know what the Nazi's and Fascist's are doing is wrong, but what can I do?
"Yo sleepy head." A voice called from the bunk below me. I was broken from my thoughts, when a finger from below poked my ribs through the thin mattress. "Are you asleep?"
"Not anymore." I said as I sat up and stretched. The blonde head of my best friend popped up. "Geesh Matt! Can't I get any sleep on this cruise?"
"Not likely- we head out soon you know. Finally we get to kick some Nazi scum." He smiled. Matt had been waiting to see some action since the day we met at basic training. We had become good friends, and somehow we were both placed in the same squad.
"So when are they going to brief us?" I asked. Matt slid out of his bunk and was now standing.
"In a few hours, so do you want to go and have some fun? I hear there are some fine nurses aboard." Matt winked. I rolled my eyes, for I knew his one weakness- a pretty woman. He'd been a player ever since I met him and he never turned down a chance for a "little fun." I, on the other hand, wasn't the party boy type… sure I liked being around attractive women who would want to kiss me, but I soon figured out that all they really loved was the uniform. I couldn't just give up a part of me to someone who didn't mean anything to me… So I told Matt, I'd rather just stay in the bed assigned for me and sleep.
"Alright- you sleep, but I'm going to see the sights. If you change your mind I'll be in the hospital wing." And with that he rushed off. I sighed. He probably thought I was a wimp or something, but I just didn't like the thought of not really loving the person I chose to share that side of me with.
I shrugged it off, and my mind once again began to wander. But somehow my thoughts returned to love. Would I be able to find that special person after I got home from the war… if I got home from the war that is. Call me old fashioned, but I wanted to save myself for some one special…someone who loved me as much as I would love them…but did that girl exist? Somewhere in the conversation I was having with myself, I must of fell asleep. Suddenly I felt to arms shaking me awake. My eyes shot open, it was Matt.
"Hey- didn't you hear the intercom message?" He asked.
"W-What message?" I said as I sleepily rubbed my eyes.
"123rd Army Rangers please report to the com room." A harsh voice called over the load speakers.
"Oh, that message?" I yawned.
"Well are you coming?" Matt said as he pulled me out of my bunk.
"Ya, ya…I'm coming." And with that we were jogging to the comm room where we found the rest of our group.
"Alright." Our commander yelled, and with that the briefing began. I wasn't really listening, well I was half listening. But the mission's severity didn't sink in till the next morning as we readied up our gear. Our group, along with countless others were going to be involved with the mission known as Operation Overlord. It sounded cool and all when they began talking about it, but then the details of the gruesome task brought me back to reality. We were going to be the first wave of American troops into occupied France.
Soon we were all pilling into our transports to the beach. My stomach was in knots. At first I thought the commander was bluffing, no beach could be that fortified and guarded… but as soon as we left the safety of the ship I realized he wasn't. German guns were blasting projectiles at us from every direction. The waves rocked our landing crafts like a piece of driftwood. I scanned the faces of the men I had spent the last few months with. Everyone was scared, even Matt looked terrified under all his gear. By now I was soaking wet. My camouflage uniform was drenched, I held my rifle close. If the powder and inner workings got wet, I was screwed out there. Several of the men were praying now, me not being a devout Christian even began to pray along when I knew the words. The journey to the beach seemed to take for hours as we were showered with salt water and bullets. The extreme noise was almost so loud that it became a muffle in my ears. I looked over to Matt. I wanted to say a good bye to my best friend, but I found no words would come.
"I'll see you on the beach, Tai." He smiled. I could do nothing but nod and give a faint, yet scared smile. Just as I began to suck up my fear, and I felt a little courage flicker inside myself, the gate of the craft began to lower.
"Go get 'um boys!" The driver said as it fully opened, exposing us to the barrage of bullets waiting for us.
I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life. I was out of that thing like a rocket. I don't remember much of what happened. My mind didn't think, it some how switched to survival mode and I was off. As I waded through the murky waters, which now were painted blood red, I don't remember getting hit by several bullets. Soon the majority of our squad was on the beach. We crawled through the wires and found ourselves standing before several bunkers. A huge explosion went off right in from of me, and several of us went flying backwards. I don't recall the pain then; all I thought of was helping my fellow wounded soldiers. I couldn't find Matt anywhere, and I prayed he was all right as I lifted the bloodied body of a man on my back and began to trudge over to the medics. My world started be blur, it almost was like some one had hit the slow motion button on my life or something. With all my strength I could muster I trudged through the sand with my comrade. I was in sight of the make shift medic unit when I collapsed on the beach. And my world went black.
I went unconscious after that. I remember the darkness and the pain as I drifted into the deepest sleep of my life.
By: Animefreak5483
diclaimer: This goes for the entire story- I've said it once, I'll say it again- I do not own Digimon...
a/n: Hello fellow Taiora fans- I just want to thank you for r/r my fics- - I haven't finished uploading all my stories yet, but i'm getting there- so keep looking every few days :) enjoy
The year is 1944, and it's some where in the end of May, probably even the beginning of June. Time and dates no longer matter when there's a war going on. Especially if you are training with your troops for some secretive mission.
I left my mother, father and little sister back in the US mainland when the draft was enabled. And so I find myself here… wherever here is. Some where on route to Europe, in the Atlantic. All I know is that the barracks are small and uncomfortable here. The air inside the ship is stale and smells of sweat.
I never thought that I, Tai Kamiya, would be half way across the world from my home and heading into Europe for the fight of the century.
Oh well, I guess there was no stopping the inevitable, I just would have liked to finish high school before being thrown into this bloody mess. I guess you could say I'm athletic and a good shot, so naturally the Army wanted me for their special opps group.
But now as I lay here on this ship, I find myself surrounded by others, and I can't help but think…. Will I be the fortunate one to survive? Reports flooded in about entire squads dieing in battle, and that's what scared me… I hadn't been given the chance to actually live yet, and now I'm being sent to die for nameless thousands. Don't get me wrong- I know what the Nazi's and Fascist's are doing is wrong, but what can I do?
"Yo sleepy head." A voice called from the bunk below me. I was broken from my thoughts, when a finger from below poked my ribs through the thin mattress. "Are you asleep?"
"Not anymore." I said as I sat up and stretched. The blonde head of my best friend popped up. "Geesh Matt! Can't I get any sleep on this cruise?"
"Not likely- we head out soon you know. Finally we get to kick some Nazi scum." He smiled. Matt had been waiting to see some action since the day we met at basic training. We had become good friends, and somehow we were both placed in the same squad.
"So when are they going to brief us?" I asked. Matt slid out of his bunk and was now standing.
"In a few hours, so do you want to go and have some fun? I hear there are some fine nurses aboard." Matt winked. I rolled my eyes, for I knew his one weakness- a pretty woman. He'd been a player ever since I met him and he never turned down a chance for a "little fun." I, on the other hand, wasn't the party boy type… sure I liked being around attractive women who would want to kiss me, but I soon figured out that all they really loved was the uniform. I couldn't just give up a part of me to someone who didn't mean anything to me… So I told Matt, I'd rather just stay in the bed assigned for me and sleep.
"Alright- you sleep, but I'm going to see the sights. If you change your mind I'll be in the hospital wing." And with that he rushed off. I sighed. He probably thought I was a wimp or something, but I just didn't like the thought of not really loving the person I chose to share that side of me with.
I shrugged it off, and my mind once again began to wander. But somehow my thoughts returned to love. Would I be able to find that special person after I got home from the war… if I got home from the war that is. Call me old fashioned, but I wanted to save myself for some one special…someone who loved me as much as I would love them…but did that girl exist? Somewhere in the conversation I was having with myself, I must of fell asleep. Suddenly I felt to arms shaking me awake. My eyes shot open, it was Matt.
"Hey- didn't you hear the intercom message?" He asked.
"W-What message?" I said as I sleepily rubbed my eyes.
"123rd Army Rangers please report to the com room." A harsh voice called over the load speakers.
"Oh, that message?" I yawned.
"Well are you coming?" Matt said as he pulled me out of my bunk.
"Ya, ya…I'm coming." And with that we were jogging to the comm room where we found the rest of our group.
"Alright." Our commander yelled, and with that the briefing began. I wasn't really listening, well I was half listening. But the mission's severity didn't sink in till the next morning as we readied up our gear. Our group, along with countless others were going to be involved with the mission known as Operation Overlord. It sounded cool and all when they began talking about it, but then the details of the gruesome task brought me back to reality. We were going to be the first wave of American troops into occupied France.
Soon we were all pilling into our transports to the beach. My stomach was in knots. At first I thought the commander was bluffing, no beach could be that fortified and guarded… but as soon as we left the safety of the ship I realized he wasn't. German guns were blasting projectiles at us from every direction. The waves rocked our landing crafts like a piece of driftwood. I scanned the faces of the men I had spent the last few months with. Everyone was scared, even Matt looked terrified under all his gear. By now I was soaking wet. My camouflage uniform was drenched, I held my rifle close. If the powder and inner workings got wet, I was screwed out there. Several of the men were praying now, me not being a devout Christian even began to pray along when I knew the words. The journey to the beach seemed to take for hours as we were showered with salt water and bullets. The extreme noise was almost so loud that it became a muffle in my ears. I looked over to Matt. I wanted to say a good bye to my best friend, but I found no words would come.
"I'll see you on the beach, Tai." He smiled. I could do nothing but nod and give a faint, yet scared smile. Just as I began to suck up my fear, and I felt a little courage flicker inside myself, the gate of the craft began to lower.
"Go get 'um boys!" The driver said as it fully opened, exposing us to the barrage of bullets waiting for us.
I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life. I was out of that thing like a rocket. I don't remember much of what happened. My mind didn't think, it some how switched to survival mode and I was off. As I waded through the murky waters, which now were painted blood red, I don't remember getting hit by several bullets. Soon the majority of our squad was on the beach. We crawled through the wires and found ourselves standing before several bunkers. A huge explosion went off right in from of me, and several of us went flying backwards. I don't recall the pain then; all I thought of was helping my fellow wounded soldiers. I couldn't find Matt anywhere, and I prayed he was all right as I lifted the bloodied body of a man on my back and began to trudge over to the medics. My world started be blur, it almost was like some one had hit the slow motion button on my life or something. With all my strength I could muster I trudged through the sand with my comrade. I was in sight of the make shift medic unit when I collapsed on the beach. And my world went black.
I went unconscious after that. I remember the darkness and the pain as I drifted into the deepest sleep of my life.