We Happy Fewer

[G. Septimus]

This, will be my 3rd, and ungreat Story.
I will try to write a story about "Semi-Fictional" Characters in WWII.
these men are from the 3rd Platoon, Fox Company, 3rd Battalion, 502nd PIR,
101st Airborne Division of the United States, and Later to Dog Comapny in the 327th Glider Infantry Regiment, acting as a Recon Platoon.
I will try to write the Story from the Recruitment, and Training at Fort Benning. Georgia, until the end of the War in 1945 in Austria.
each chapter has it's own main character
Chapter I- Fort Benning

Chapter II- Normandy
pt. 1- The Road to Hill 30
pt. 2- Hell in Heaven

Chapter III- Hell's Highway
pt.1- We Love the Dutch
pt.2- Bullets in Cheese

Chapter IV- Bastogne

1st 3 Chapters, I hope I make it until it's finished :sweatdrop:

[G. Septimus]

We could'nt be more happy in our lives without War
-Richard Dick Winters



CHAPTER I-
FORT BENNING

December 7th, 1941............................
It was Sunday, and I loved to wake up Late on Sunday. I love Sunday, especially there's
no College on Sunday. I woke up and screamed, WOOT!!!!!!!!!! Wut a lovely day!!!!
I soon get into the Bathroom and took a bath, and you know wut happened??
there was nobody there! It was EMPTY. uuu yeahhh...............
I Loved that Day, until...........................
http://ncmuseumofhistory.org/workshops/WWII/images/12.7.1941_000.jpg
What the ffffffff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could'nt Believe it. I asked my good friend, Rob Jackson, a guy from Wyoming-
"Ey, Rob, you Believe this????"
"Yeah, why??? afraid of Getting army Jobs ,Cody??"
"mmmmmmmm...........Nope, I'm just afraid to die"
"Ohhh, Hell yeah-Everybody's gonna have to die , Cody,"
well, he was supprised seeing me already taking a bath. It was 10.00 AM, and I Decided to take
a Walk Through New Jersey to get some bread to eat, and maybe some Cereal.
I entered the Super Market, and Saw the Cashier-guy's Face
:inquisitive:Grocery Guy: eeeeehhhhhrrrrrrghhhhhhhkkkkk
:sweatdrop: Me: Ey, still got some cereal??? or bread??
:inquisitive: Grocery Guy: MMMMMMM............. yeah, Right over they're
Me: oh, OK
On the way back to My friend's house that I live in, I saw a bunch of Posters, of Uncle
Sam Pointing his Goddamn finger at us, and another one, it looks like this:
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one of the guys said:
"Action?? wut the hell does that supposed to mean??"
" Like an action Movie, we shoot da hell all around those bastards Faces"
"Or, Just kick 'em right to they're balls"
All wut I could say was : LOL
I then Returned to my Friend's house.

Offficer Candidate
for some weeks I've been thinking about wut should I join, Infantry, Armour, Gunner,
sailor, or Pilot?????
but, at last, I found my Choice, the newly activated Airborne Divisions.
I then enlisted as a Private in the Airborne HQ, in Fort Benning, Georgia.
Suddenly, for my Potential (like they said), me,and Rob Jackson were
chosen as Officer Candidates. Lucky for us, the Officer Candidate camp was at Benning to,
we were trained there for at least 2 months. we were traiined By Col. Robert F. Sink, a Great
Commander, and the CO of the 506th PIR. We graduated as a 2nd Lieutenant, and was positioned in
the 502d PIR in 3rd battalion, Fox Company, 3rd Plt.

Training
We trained in Fort Benning for 9 months. we ran through the hills, forests, and Towns there.
on January, 1943, we were shipped to England, to get ready for this "Operation Overlord".
At England, It was Winter, low temperature, and a warm Welcome was the 1st thing
they gave us there. We trained Parachuting, running, Real-Combat, and Fighting, in the early
1944, we were ready to kill the Germans.

we've known from that time, death will not be a hard thing
:hmg:
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-Lt. Cody Harrison

[Finn MacCumhail]

Airborne PT
Early one morning in the pouring rain,
First Sergeant said it was time for pain,
grab your ruck and follow me!
Its time to do some PT.
We jogged nine miles and we ran three,
The First Sergeants yelling follow me!
Then we walked two miles and ran eight!
Airborne PT sure is great!
If I die on the drop zone
If I die on the old drop zone
Box me up and ship me home
Cross my arms across my chest
Tell my girl I did my best.
You right
Am I right or wrong?
You right!
Am I right or wrong?
You right!
Am I right? You know I'm right
So tell me!
You right!
Jody was home when you left
When you left. Right!
Jody was home when you left
When you left. Right!
You had a good wife and you had a good home when you left! Right
But Jody was home when you left
When you left. Right!
Ain't no use in goin' home
Jody got yo' gal an gone
Am I right? You know I'm right
So tell me!
You right!
Everyy time you stamp yo' feet
Jody gets a piece of meat.
Am I right etc.
Ain't no use in goin' back
Jody got yo' Cadillac
Am I right etc.
Ain't no use in feelin' blue
Jody goy your sister, too
Am I right etc.
Ain't no use to mourn an' grieve
Jody's gone, I do believe
Am I right.

AIRBORNE RANGER
A all the way
I in the sky
R Ranger
B born to jump
O on the go
R recondo
N never quit
E every day

R is for Ranger
A all the way
N never quit
G gotta go
E everyday
R ready

ARMY AIB IS THE BEST
Let the four winds blow
Let'em blow let'em blow
From the East to theWest
The Army Airborne is the best
Standing tall and looking good
Ought to march in Hollywood
Lift your head and hold it high
1st platoon is marching by
Close you eyes and hang your head
We are marching by the dead
Look to your right and whad'ya see
A whole bunch of legs looking at me
Dress it right and cover down
Forty inches all around
Nine to the front, six it the rear
That's the way we do it here.
I wanna be AIB ranger
I like fighting I like danger
I want to be an airborne ranger
I like loving women more
Put my ass in the finance corps.

I wanna be an Airborne ranger
Live that life of thrills and danger.
If you've got a low IQ
Then you can join the Airborne, too!

[G. Septimus]

CHAPTER II
NORMANDY

Prolouge
June 3rd, 1944...................
For a long time we waited for this moment, for this tome, for this hour...........
we waited to do the real Job, The Real Thing. The 82nd have done this before...
and Hell yeah, they were suprised........
they just got shot even when they were not on the Ground.......

Yesterday Night I found a Bar in England, and I did'nt knew where was that goddamn bar.
I was Drunk, along with my friend, Salvatore Guzzo. We were still Privates, no Expirience
we were just Grunts made outta Taxi Drivers, or some Grocery guys. I realized that, that was
the Last night we were at England, and our Last Night having fun with the English Chaps.
heuh....
It was Really nice meeting them. Really Plain Guys.
Laugher covered our faces, and, we were really happy with those Wine they gave us. We spent
a hole night there. I was there with Norman Rogers, 2nd Squad's Sergeant. he was
a really good Person, and was my Friend from Boot Camp, although he reached Corporal Faster
than I did. I was'nt even Corporal yet. There to was also a Lieutenant, His name was
Henry Shames, 3rd Platoon Commander, a really Jokey Guy, reminds me of Goofy in Disneyland.
a BUnch of 2nd Squad was there to, Including me, Guzzo, Thompson, Wey, Buck, and Sticky
Mithrandir. The Weather did'nt looked good that night, and we hoped our Invasion would come
somedays later...........
Every Morning 'till Afternoon we studied the Geoghraphy of our Landing Site, Col. Moosley adresses us every time. I was Drunk, I fell down of my Chair, then fell asleep. the others were trying To wake me up, "Wake Up, Johnny, Wake Up!!!!!!!!"
Then, a Large Light, shining over my eyes, as Shiny as My Girlfriend's smile. Hell, I could'nt
Forget my Girlfriend, sadly, we broke up, and I entered this "Army-Job". Guzzo was a
Mechanic, working in a Garage in New Jersey, I came from Atlanta, such a Glamorous City.
Wey came from St. Louis, Missouri, the same Place where Sgt. Matthew Baker came from.
After I forget thinking of my Friends, I realized it was already Morning.

I quickly found a Jeep, and Rushed to the Airfield near that Bar......
I was lucky that it was'nt 7 O'clock yet, and I rushed to the Bathroom to take a Bath.
In the Bathroom, there was Sergeant Franklin Clarke,
Sgt.Franklin Clarke, 3rd Squad, 3rd Platoon, Fox Company, 502d PIR, 101st Airborne Div.
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I could'nt forget his Face, Laughing at me, Goddamn smiling at me. anotheer Smile in My mind.....
Pheeewwwwwwww.........
I was happy I could Reach the Airfield fast enough, now, I can prepare myself for D-Day, and
Kill some Germans.


That night, at 0000 Hours, I Gathered up with my Platoon, and With my Squad, led by
S/Sgt. Norman Rogers. Lt. Harrison Checked our Equipment, along with Platoon 2nd-in-Command, Technical Sergeant(T/Sgt.) Bill Hayes. Bill Thinks that he was his
Staff or something, but, Lt. Harrison, just made him the same Like our other Sarges, and
he was Given Control of 1st Squad. We were ready, Hardy, Blood Thirsty, and "Cannot Wait Anymore".
But Suddenly...................