Chapter 1: Introduction
Ok, so heres the first chapter I've written so far in my story One Mans Battle. I wrote this at school, and that is pretty much where I got the idea to do this. So, with no further introduction... heres chapter 1.
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Chapter 1: Introduction

The wind was howling just like every night in the Ardennes forest. The 101st Airborne Division had been stationed here for the last 2 weeks with barely any supplies and no winter clothing. The snow finally subsided about one hour ago. But to the guys that just didn't matter anymore. The day before they had been hit pretty hard by several rounds by the German artillery in a small town about five miles away from they're position. There had been no casualties but several of them had been wounded bad enough that they had to be sent back to the closest allied occupied village. But most of them were all green kids fresh out of boot camp. So most of the men didn't really see any reason to whine about it. Lieutenant Henderson, the funny man in the company had been hit by shrapnel in the thigh and was supposed to be sent back to the village, but on they're way one of there one of the tires on the jeep exploded which hindered them from moving on. While they were trying to fix the tire a small German patrol had surprised them and killed the driver. The only once left now were Henderson and a rookie named Sherman Jefferson.

"What the heck is going on, where did these guys come from?" Private Jefferson was hunched down behind the jeep and was having a massive panic attack, this was his first real firefight and he wasn't handling it too well.
"Shut the heck up Sherman, at least your free too move around! Now get your butt up here and untie my leg!" Henderson's leg had been tied down because of the bumpy road leading back too the village, and if he sat up too untie it he would be putting his head right in the line of fire. But no response was to be heard from Sherman. Henderson looked around and saw a little rock lying down besides him.
"Stupid rookie. If you want something done you gotta do it yourself." He said to himself. Then he leaned over and grabbed the grenade sized rock and kissed it in hope that it would bring him luck. He propped his arm back and chucked the rock in the direction of the gunfire. In the distance he could hear a muffled scream.
"Granaten!" Right after the cry the gunfire went dead silent. Henderson seized the oppertunity and sat up for about 2 seconds so he could undo the strap and free his leg. Just as he finished he looked up and saw three Germans hunkered over in the snow. One of them looked over at the "grenade" and saw that it was only a harmless rock and nothing dangerous at all. By the time they had all realized what hed just happened Henderson had jumped out of the jeep and joined Jefferson in his safe spot. But only for about five short seconds were they safe. The German troops had caught on quick and were now mimicking Henderson's action just in a slightly different way. This time it was a real grenade that went flying through the cold winter air. It landed perfectly in the middle of the two confused soldiers.
"Get down!" Henderson screamed, but too his surprise Jefferson scooped up the grenade and flung it back at its previous owner. The toss was shortly followed by a loud *THUD*. The grenade threw clouds of snow twenty feet into the air, the air that was now filled with screams of pain and anguish. Henderson looked over at the Private with a surprised look on his face.
"If you want something done you gotta do it yourself." He said with a grin on his face.
"And where was that theory five minutes ago kid?" Henderson replied as he hopped unto jeeps hood and grabbed the M1 Garand rifle, which was next to the drivers seat. He ran up too the German soldiers which were now squirming around on the ground in pain. One of them tried to pull out his Luger and aim it at Henderson, but too no effect. Before he could even snug his finger inside the trigger shield Henderson had placed a bullet between his eyes, spraying his brains out on the white snow. Following that he swung his rifle over towards the remaining Germans, one of which was allready dead. But the other was crawling away from the charred hole in the ground. But before he got far the last bullet from Hendersons rifle slammed into his back braking his spine in half, paralizing him for the last few breaths of his life. A metalic *ping* sounded throug out the forest as the rifle fired its last shot. He threw the rifle down and turned his back and walked over to Jefferson. They left behind them a trio of dead German troops and a close friend, which was now destined to a frozen grave. TO BE CONTINUED