Disclaimer: Like I say always, I do not own any of Call Of Duty

Chapter: 1

Pvt. Martin

From Call of Duty 1

Pvt. Joey Martin, the 101st. Airborne Division. He was twenty-three years old virgin. Before he joined the army, he had a wonderful life. The only wish he wants is to see his mother and his little sister. His grandfather died in France, 1942 on battlefield. After defeat the Germans in France he was promoted to Sgt. And he wasn’t allowed to go home until the war is over. His next mission was Normandy. Two days. Only two days. He was the chosen one to lead the squad to victory in Normandy. He was never good at math in elementary school not even in High School. Graduated from the Lincoln Park High School, he was volunteered to fight. After the High School and when his dad and mom divorced they never communicate to each other. His father was also a businessman, always away from the family. His sister, Amy was always smiling no matter what happened. Recognize the feeling in high school about love. Well, Martin did. She was a beautiful girl. He couldn’t control his heart ever time they met in the hall. His face turned all red and he stammered while trying to talk. He never could tell his feeling. He was always envy to his sister, because she got married three years ago. He wasn’t charming like her, not handsome either or that what he says to himself. It was really hard to fight in the war it wasn’t easy to watch every soldier fall down. His best friend, Pvt. Elder, died in mission right on his face. He never realized that’ll scar him for the rest of his live.

He lightened his cigarette and exhaled the smoke from his body under the stars. One day left to Normandy, France. He gulped his liquid down his throat. He put his drink down and picked up a book The Little White Bird and flipped through the pages. He noticed a letter on one of the page. He picked it up and ripped the letter and read:

Dear, Joey

If you find this letter please know that we miss you so much. Mom has been sleepless for years because she so damned worried about you. I’ve tried to get some sleep pills but I couldn’t find any. So please, to let us know that you are alive, write a letter every time you defeat our enemies and come alive from the battlefield. We love you so much, big brother. And dad would be proud of you if he was alive. Please look better in the letter because I left you a cassette for your favorite songs. We are excited to have you back. Please take care of yourself.

Love Amy.

Martin couldn’t do but cry. He was too excited to go home. His mom was sleepless and there was no medicine for her to find. He was always a mama boy after they divorced. Always on her laps and hear stories about Peter Pan. He always cuddled in her arms between her breasts. He always sighed satisfied with his sister near him. He lighted out his cigarette on the ground. He sighed and thought of his mother. He’ll never cease to think of his family.

His old childhood friend, Charles, went also to the war but only on 11th Airborne Division and he hasn’t heard a word from him a long time.

He yawned and stretched his body. Then he stood up and said goodnight to the others and went to the bed. Tomorrow is a big day.

6th June 1944

1100 am

Normandy, France

Martin took his pills before he stood up and talked to his company. He told them about the plan. 18 seconds left till they arrive to the land. He took a deep breath and started to sweat. He took his M1 Garand rifle to fight pose and was ready to die for victory. As they arrived a lot men fell down but Martin hided on the cliffs. He too scared. His Captain yelled at him to come. He heard a whine sound approaching. A bomb felled near him and he lay on the ground. His breath became heavier then ever. His heart was slowly stop beating. He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to die. He tried to fight against the death. He got his breath back on track so he stand up and cliff on the rope. As he was on the top he whispered to his family.”I love you guys.” He ran to the battlefield.

I have an annoucement: I intend to quit writing untill 17th or 18th August 2008,maybe I´ll write in middle of july or august, to go to America to live with my dad next two months and going on course to learn better to write and speak english