The Platoon
Ch.1- Strange World

Sgt. Andrews fell face first into a dark, dank, and secluded forest. He stood up dazed and confused.

‘Where in the bloody hell am I,’ he thought. Then the memories returned like a flood. He was leading his squad into the complex. He fought through wave after wave of Germans, and finally arrived at the portal. He remembered seeing Karl Ruprecht entering the portal before... ‘That woman... He thought. Why does she look so familiar, and why didn’t I shoot her when I had the chance. He let the thought slip away and decide to focus on more pressing matters. Where he was, where his men were, and what happened to the Nazis. He looked around and saw his Bren Machine Gun lying in front of him. He picked it up, loaded the clip and moved further into the dark forest.

It was most likely late afternoon; about 10:00 or 11:00 pm. The moon was bright and shinning a path through the forest. Andrews began to think that he may have been the only one who got through unharmed. That or everyone else ended up some place different. He continued to walk in the forest; when he saw a shadowy figure in a small spring. The outline of the shadow was that of a young woman’s. She had long hair, a slender body, and what looked like a scar on her back. Andrews decide to be a gentleman and reveal his presence.

“Um, excuse me, miss,” he called. The girl shrieked.

“AAHH, pervert,” she threw a wooden bucket at him and it hit him square in the face; he fell onto his back and began cursing.

“Ugh, what the hell is your problem, eh? You stupid twat; Christ that hurt,” Andrews attempted to stand up and felt something rattle the helmet on his head. He turned around and saw a man in blue and black robes, with beads on his right arm. He was holding a golden staff, and began hitting him in the helmet repeatedly. This of course just simply annoyed Andrews, and after the first ten hits he drew his pistol and pointed it at the young man. “Hit me in the head again; I dare you. The man backed off. Andrews put his pistol away, took out a smoke and light it  just as a giant silver sword, the size of two humans, came down right in front of him; cutting his cigarette in half. Andrews turned and saw a young boy with silver hair and...dog ears. Andrews flicked the smoke away, and walked forward towards the dog boy. The boy simply stood his ground in attack stance. Andrews was up to the boys face; he raised his hands, and began stroking both of the dog boy’s ears.

“What the hell are you doing,” the boy asked?

“Just seein’ if they’re real. Beside, you people attacked me for absolutely no good reason, you should be thankful I’m not blowin’ a hole in your head, eh,” he heard a gasp behind him. He turned and saw another girl, younger; she was wearing what looked like a school uniform, with a bow and arrows on her back, she had brown hair and a very cute face. Andrews then saw a little red headed boy behind her. He was wearing a blue shirt under a brown vest, and had blue pants. He also had Elvin ears and a bushy tail. Andrews just blinked and took out another smoke.

“What are you doing here,” the girl asked?

“Just passin' through, when I saw a young lady, and decided to introduce myself and received a minor injury from her,” Andrews scowled.

“No I mean, how you got here,”

“I walked,”

“No, I mean in this place,”

“Oh, I came through a portal. Speakin' of which; you haven’t seen any Nazis or others like myself have you,” they all shook their heads?

“Kagome, what’s a Nazi,” the little boy asked?

“Yeah and why are you so freaked out about this guy? He’s nothing but some idiot pervert,” said the dog boy.

“I beg to differ,”

“Well Shippo, the Nazis are people who started a big war that involved the entire world. They killed a lot of innocent people, and are very well known in history in my home,” said Kagome

“Talk about sugar coatin' it. You skipped the part where your people bombed Pearl Harbor and joined Hitler, eh,”

“H-how did you know I was Japanese,”

“You Japanese aren’ hard to spot; and the reason she’s freakin’ out, is because I’m a Canadian soldier who fought those bastards back in 1939 up till now,” all five of the kids sat down and listened to his tale about the war and how he got here, “...and that is what happened. All five of them just gawked at him. Would you stop lookin’ at me like that, it’s really annoyin’, eh. They continued to stare. Look let’s just get some sleep. I’ll be outta your hair tomorrow, alrigh’? They nodded. By the way, names Sgt. Carter Andrews.

“My name is Kagome; the man who hit you is the monk Miroku,”

“A pleasure to meet you,” the monk greeted

“The one in the hot spring was Sango, the demon slayer, and that is her cat Kilala,”she pointed to a two tailed kitten.

“Sorry about throwing a bucket at you,”

“It’s okay,”

“The dog boy is Inuyasha,”

“Whatever,” is all the boy said.

“And the little one that’s playing with your helmet is Shippo,” she pointed to the little boy playing with a helmet. The boy observed it, and placed it on his head, only to find that it went over his eyes. Andrews smirked and pick up the boy. He tilted the helmet back so the boy could see.

“Sorry little guy, I don’t think they’re recruitin’ your age group just yet,” He took back the helmet, and placed the little boy on the ground. The boy slumped and began to whine softly. Carter was too much of a softy; he placed the helmet back on the boys head. “But just for tonight, you will be an official member of the Canadian army and Coyote squad. The boy smiled and began to prancing around like a little puppy. Unfortunately he couldn’t see and smack into a tree, the helmet took the blow, but it surprised the boy.

“Alright Shippo time for bed,” Kagome came and picked him up. The boy fidgeted but gave up and fell asleep in her arms. Everyone went to sleep and only five of them had comforting dreams.


It was faint, but he heard it, the rustling of a single leaf. Andrews opened one eye, and saw that the two younger men had also noticed it. Andrews drew his knife, pointed behind him, and counted down from three with his fingers. They leapt into the bush and Andrews was about to dig his knife into the figure in front of him, but the man in front of him was his old cohort. He had a buzz cut beard and moustache with greying hair (think a Sean Connery look), his eyes were green, and his helmet was cracked and dented from fighting in two world wars.

“Huxley,” Andrews said surprised?

“Carter,” Huxley responded just as equally confused? Huxley smiled and began to laugh. Andrews joined in and helped his old friend up. “Were the bloody hell have you been, we’ve been lookin’ for ya all night.

“We,” Andrews asked? Several other figures emerged from the bush. It was his whole squad. Andrews saw McConnell come out of the bush just behind Huxley. He had red hair, brown eyes and several freckles across his nose. He was slightly taller than Andrews; he was carrying his own .30 calibre machine gun, and he had a pair of motorcycle goggles on his helmet. Next to him he saw Micky; he had silver hair and blue eyes. The left side of his bangs fell over top of his eye, even with the helmet on. He carried a Springfield sniper rifle, a Luger pistol, and a Machete on his back. Behind him was their technician Pierre, he had short brown hair and green eyes. He had the arrowhead of the Devils Brigade on his left shoulder. He carried a standard Lee Enfield and Browning pistol as well. Next to him was 'Jr.' (aka David Huxley). He had black hair and grey eyes. He was the team’s medic, he carried a Sten gun and a large amount of medical equipment. Behind him was Daryl Garter (aka Sparrow’s Fist’s). He had long black hair, tan skin and green eyes. He carried with him a Sten gun and Browning pistol. He also carried a bow and arrows on his back. Behind him was Teejai (aka Theodore Jackson). Teejai had dark skin, no hair and blue eyes. He carried a Lee Enfield, and a colt .45 pistol. He was the team’s unofficial medic. Although he was designated as a rifleman, he is in fact a medic.

They came into the area where the group had made a fire for the night. The soldiers sat down and introduced themselves to the younger people. Micky on the other hand sat in the corner just were the light of the fire and the shadows met.

“Hey buddy what are you doing sitting all the way back there,” Inuyasha asked?

“I 'd keep your mouth shut if I were you,” McConnell warned.

“What for,”

“Because, he iz a murderer who killed five familiez, az well az every cop and investigator who tried to capture him. In fact zee only reazon he was caught, waz because he waz in a car accident,” Pierre explained. Shippo squeaked and ran behind Kagome. Micky chuckled.

“Hey Sarge, I just realised, that kid looks a lot like him,” Micky smiled.

“Like who,” Kagome asked?

“Nobody,” Huxley told her as he also gave her a look, and she left it at that.

“So, what do you men plan on doing,” Miroku asked?

“Huxley told me that the rest of my platoon and some other guys made it through,” Andrews answered. “And apparently we now have two jeeps and a two person motorcycle. He looked at Pierre.

“Oui, we got zat and a squad from third platoon, they brought them through,”

“Well tha’s good ta’ hear; now we got some god damn back up, eh,” McConnell commented.

“You honestly think that a few jeeps will help. We’re headed into a blood bath, and I am going to enjoy every minute of it,” Micky grinned a smile that would make the devil himself take a few steps back.

“You are one sick fuck, you know that,” Sparrow scowled. Micky simply continued grinning.

“Alright, everyone catch some zee’s; tomorrow we meet up with the others and start searchin' for the Nazis,” Andrews ordered. Everyone fell silent and went to sleep; Andrews stayed awake thinking about what Micky had said, and he couldn’t agree more.


Andrews and co. said their goodbyes to the group and began returning to the rest of the platoon. Huxley lit a smoke and offered it to Jr. He declined; Huxley then passed it to Sparrow, he took it willingly and lit it and began smoking with Arthur Huxley. After several hours they met up with the platoon, they had already made several fox holes and a small trench. The men came scattering out of the holes to greet their new leader.

“Sarge, it’s good to see you, eh” said one.

“Welcome back sir,” said another. Andrews greeted them all. He then received a detailed report from all the sergeants. From what they could tell the Nazis had ended up here, but had not made their presence known. Those from third platoon were all engineers and anti-vehicle experts; exactly what this platoon lacked. The sergeant decided to have two squads remain at the camp at all times, while the other two covered as much ground on foot and with the motorcycle. After going over this plan, a trooper came in panting.

“Sir, you better come see this,” the soldier panted. Andrews came out and saw a huge plume of smoke coming over the horizon. Huxley simply stared at it as he smoked his cigarette.

“Carter,” Huxley called.

“Hm, what is it Huxley,” Andrews asked.

“Think it’s them,”

“No doubt,”

“Sir zat is zee same direction zee kidz went,” Pierre added.

“Oh bugger, tha’s not good,” said McConnell.

“Private,” Andrews address one of the engineers.

“Oi, sir,”

“Are those jeeps ready?”

“Ready as the’ll ever be sir,”

“Good; Huxley get the squad ready,”

“On it sir,”

“Private, get your anti-vehicle boys ready,”

“Yes sir,” They loaded up the jeeps and drove straight towards the smoke. They drove till they reached a hill. They stopped and got out. Andrews, McConnell, Micky, and Huxley took a look at the burning village.

“Just one hut is burning; the women and children are being sent into a hut, the men, including our friends, have been tied up and are being questioned,” Micky described the scene to them. “There’s an entire platoon, one platoon Leftenant, and that woman. Andrews twitched.

“Let me see,” Andrews ordered. It was her, the black haired woman with the cream skin and freckled face. She wore a black suit, wore a pair of glasses, and carried a large musket. “Shit it is her. Micky simply looked at him and began to ponder what the sergeant was thinking. Andrews sighed. This is goin' to be one hell of a fight. He thought. I just hope we save them in time.