Chapter Twenty Nine- D-Day Normandy Beach Invasion
In June of the year 1944, the United States Government sent me as support for the D-Day invasion. The President had said he would be at ease knowing a powerful man like me was looking out for the Allied Forces as they stormed the Normandy beach. I provided aerial support blasting the Nazi defenses. “Mein Gott!” yelled out a German soldier as he shot at me with machine gun fire, I lit him ablaze and pressed on. German panzers were approaching; I made them explode one after the other. I caused thunder strikes to hit several key locations.
The Germans ran in fear, allowing the Allies to press on for victory. After my mission, I returned back to the base. Sgt Bill Winters wanted to talk to me. “You did great today Trojus. Do you remember when you said we should kill Hitler?” Sgt Bill Winters asked. “Yeah I remember what of it?” I responded. “Well I got news from the President. He says that you have his permission to take out the bastard,” Sgt Bill Winters said.
I nodded. Just then, Sgt Bill Winters received a message. “Umm…there has been a change of plans Trojus. The President has just informed me that he wants you to hold off on that execution. Apparently, he has other plans for you. Roosevelt wants you to fly to the White House personally,” Sgt Bill Winters said. “Okay tell him, I will be there in an hour,” I responded. “Okay, will do, be quick,” he said. I left Athens at full speed for the United States flying at 140 mph, passing over the Atlantic Ocean towards the east coast of the United States. I arrived at the White House lawn soon after, and had guns pointed at me.
“Settle down, I am here to see the President. He sent for me,” I said. “Just hold right there Mister, I am sending someone to verify your story. I have never seen a man fly before. What are you?” one of the soldiers asked. “Trust me you don’t want to know,” I responded. The soldier sent someone to verify my story. A few minutes later Secret Service appeared and escorted me into the White House. The last time I was here, Abraham Lincoln was president I thought to myself.
I was led into the Oval Office and I came face to face with President Franklin Delano Roosevelt and Vice President Harry S. Truman. “Sit down, son,” President Roosevelt said. “Yes, sir,” I responded as I took a seat. “I understand your unique nature, I just could not believe it, and how old are you exactly Mr. Trojus?” President Roosevelt asked. “I honestly do not know, I have been around for over a thousand years,” I say. “Remarkable, my God, you are blessed son. I am just glad you are on our side. By the way, you are forgiven for what you and your doppelganger did to Manhattan, Nero used his science and knowledge to help us rebuild quickly. That Nero fellow, he would not happen to be that Roman Emperor?” he asked.
“Yes, one and the same,” I responded. President Roosevelt continued to ask me questions and I told him my entire history from the Lion Tribe to the present. He was amazed and eager to hear more. After a few hours, President Roosevelt grew serious. “Okay, now I need to tell you the reason why I have brought you here. As you know, we are fighting a war on several fronts and it is costly, and we deal with madmen like Adolf Hitler and Romulus, and I need your help. I understand that you wanted a position in the military instead of covert work, so I took the liberty of having these dog tags made for you. You will be stationed with one of our divisions, as our secret weapon on the battlefield. Your name will be Sgt Jonathan Troy, and you answer only to me, understood?” he said, throwing me the dog tags. “Yes, sir…but what about Sgt Bill Winters and his squad?” I asked.
“Do not worry; I already informed them of my decision. They were notified on your flight here. Your wife Diana will be joining you as a battlefield nurse, so you two will never be apart,” President Roosevelt said. “Thank you Mister President. I will not disappoint you sir,” I said. “I know you won’t Trojus, or Mr. Troy as you will now be called. Here take this communicator; it links directly to the White House radio. You notice anything on the battlefield, you notify me directly son,” he said. “Okay, will do Mister President,” I said, taking the communicator from his outstretched hand. As I left the White House, I was assigned a government handler named General Wilson Smith to escort me on my travel to the Allied base in Europe. I was stationed on a military base in Britain as I awaited instructions.
Diana soon joined me as my wife and battlefield nurse Diana Troy. The months went by slowly until one day when a group of German planes began to bomb the base. There were at least forty planes in the sky steadily bombing us, we could not get any of our planes off the ground, and the bombings were relentless. I turned on my communicator, <President Roosevelt, this is Troy checking in; we are getting heavily bombed out here. We cannot get any of our planes off the ground. Permission to engage the enemy sir?> I said into the communicator. <Affirmative, Troy Take out those enemy German planes> That is all I needed to hear, within minutes I hit the ground running at full speed, I usually have to reach 80 mph to produce enough speed for lift up.
After speeding up I jump into the air and fly towards the German bomber planes. I blast out the engines of several planes and smash the wings off the rest. The blue English sky is filled with fire and pieces of metal as the planes explode all around me. With a quick motion of my hand, volts of electricity launch at what is left of the German bomber planes, causing them to explode into pieces. My work here is done, the remaining German planes retreat, and I do not bother going after them. I land to the ground with an electric shock; my army uniform is now in tatters from the machine gun fire from the German planes.
<Mr. President, it is finished.> I say into the communicator. <Good job Troy…any casualties?> President Roosevelt asks. <Very few, all things considered.> I respond. <Very well, keep me posted Troy…Roosevelt over and out.> I head back to the camp, the soldiers are gathering their wits, some of them are still startled, and others are dumbfounded. “Did you just fly and fire electricity?” a soldier asks nervously.
Just then, General Smith, my government handler interrupts, “Ladies and gentlemen, meet our new secret weapon, Sgt Jonathan Troy, America’s protector. Some of you may remember him from the D-Day invasion. Others may remember that unfortunate incident in New York. Anyways rest easy, knowing that he is on our side,” General Smith says. “Thank you General. I know my presence may be unnerving to some of you, and that is understandable but I mean you no harm. I am here to protect the lives of Allied soldiers, just as I did today. I know it may take some time getting use to someone of my unique nature…an immortal…but I know you will warm up to me in time. I look forward to fighting alongside you brave soldiers. Thank you,” I say. The barracks cheer and the celebration begins. The mess hall is opened and we have a couple of drinks as we celebrate our victory over the German air force today. Diana approaches me, “You did well today Trojus,” she says. “Yeah…I did, didn’t I?” I respond grinning. General Smith comes to join us, “I see that husband and wife are getting along rather smoothly. Good job on the attack today Sgt Troy. You are a real American hero, son,” he says to me.
“No sir, the real heroes are the mortals, the ones without special abilities who fight for God, Duty, and Country. Those are the real American heroes,” I respond. General Smith pats me on the back, “You did well anyway son. It is an honor to fight beside you even if you are not one of us…mortals,” he says before leaving. “Trojus, why do you never take credit for your good deeds, you are way too modest,” Diana says. “Modesty is what keeps me in check. Someone with as much power as I have must always remain modest. If I were to be anything else, I would be no better than the others who use their power to claim Godhood or dominion over the mortals,” I say. Diana laughs, “That is why I like you Trojus. No matter how many centuries pass, you are still that same boy from the Lion Tribe who put the needs of others above his own. Can I ask you something Trojus?” she asks. “Sure, what is it Diana?” I respond.
“If you could do it all over again, turn back the clock would you have still chosen me as your wife?” she says. “Of course Diana, ever since the day I saw you, I loved you.” Diana smiles, and then she hugs me tightly. “You have no idea what that means to me Trojus. Until the end of time, I belong with you,” she says. “I believe I owe you a dance, Diana,” I say taking her hand. The night goes on, and the radio is playing, Diana and I dance. The music transports us to another place, to a time of greatness. From the prehistoric village of the Lion Tribe, to the grand palaces of Ancient Egypt to the vineyards of Ancient Sicily, to the Army ballroom and there is no one else but us and in that moment.
When I am with her, I can forget about the wars, the suffering and the battles won and lost. It is as if we are young teenagers again meeting for the first time, and I do not want this wonderful moment to end, but sadly, I know it must. So as the radio dies, so does our dance and we are transported to reality once again. The next day Diana and I are woken up by the sound of a horn. All the soldiers gather at the center of the base. General Smith is out front, ready to give orders.
“Today we head for Germany my friends. The time is at hand; Hitler’s Third Reich is numbered and weakened. We shall deliver that final blow and liberate Europe from the hands of that madman Nazi bastard!” The men cheer in unison, the planes are readied, the men grab their weapons and parachutes and we board the planes. Within that hour, we take off flying towards Germany. While on the plane, I am surrounded by young eager soldiers, one of them introduced himself. “My name is Benjamin Scott,” he says extending his hand towards me. I shake his hand, “The name is Sgt Jonathan Troy,” I respond.
“Mr. Troy, is it true what they say about Hitler?” Benjamin asks. “I do not know. What do they say about him?” I ask. “They say that he is not human, and that he murders people. There are rumors of death camps where he kills millions of people, and the bodies are never recovered,” PVT Benjamin Scott says. “I have not heard of the death camps, but I will not dismiss them either. I guess we will find out once we get there,” I say. I wonder how Diana is doing, medical personnel usually arrive after the soldiers are deployed, and she would most likely be a few days behind us. I look outside the plane; there is not much to see except clouds passing by.
I look at my watch, it is six o’ clock in the evening, and we have been flying for a few hours. A soldier is sitting across from me tightly gripping his rifle. “Why are you so nervous?” I ask him. He looks up, worry fills his eyes, “I have never been so far away from home before,” he says, his voice is shaking. “Do not worry, it will be alright, nothing to fear but fear itself as President Roosevelt put it. What is your name soldier?” I ask. “It…is…Franklin…PVT Franklin Seymour,” he says.
“Nice to meet you Franklin, I will not let anything happen to you or any other soldier in this unit, I promise soldier,” I say. “Here I will show you a secret,” I say producing a small spark of electricity, much like I did in that Gladiator arena so many centuries ago, when I had to comfort another group of people around his age. “How did you do that?” the young man asks, his fear subsiding. “It is my special power and that is what is going to keep us all safe down there in Hitler country,” I say. One of the pilots comes our way, “Okay boys grab your parachutes, we are right over Germany,” he says. The entire unit of soldiers grab their parachutes, except me, I will not be needing one. “Hey you there! Sgt Jonathan Troy, aren’t you gonna need one?” the pilot asks.
I smile, “Nah, I’ll manage,” I say as I jump out of the plane. I descend at a velocity of 360 mph heading towards the German countryside. I could feel my body temperature heating up as I descend so fast. I adjust for landing as I near the ground below. When I land it causes the earth to shake, and forms a massive crater in the German hillside. I sure do know how to make an entrance.
Suddenly I feel a bullet pierce my shoulder, the German army is here. I grab my rifle and start returning fire. I shoot one enemy between the eyes, the other I shoot in the heart. They bring out the tanks and heavy artillery. “Everybody fall back!” I say to the paratroopers. Everyone takes cover except for me; this is what I was made for.
I grab one of the German tanks and launch it into the air, and then I make it explode into pieces. Machine gun fire is raining heavy on me, hitting almost every vital organ in the process. The wounds are healing steadily as I keep going. I electrocute the machine gun operators and blow up their guns. Then the Germans do something unexpected, an army of German super soldiers have arrived on the battlefield. These guys are ten times more powerful than the German Super Nazi Wilhelm Friedrich.
There are thirty of them; I do not like these odds. They rush at me in full speed; I throw six grenades into the first wave of them, killing at least ten. The remainder of them then jumps over the grenades firing at me. I summon a lightning strike obliterating the rest of them, all except one. “Do you think zhat you can kill me so easily eh Amerikaner!” the super soldier bellows. He dashes around me wielding a hunting knife and stabs me in the side, I scream out in pain.
“Yes, scream for me Amerikaner!” he says. He knocks me in the air while firing a gun in my face. “Zhis is too easy!” he says approaching me, my healing abilities are overloaded; I am losing too much blood. “The fuehrer varned me about you immortal. He zold me to kill you on sight,” he says. I spit out blood, trying to get back on my feet. “Fuck you, Nazi scum,” I say.
He does not take this too well and knocks me in the jaw. “Zhat vas for my brother Wilhelm, zhat you killed immortal!” he says. His brother? Yes, that super Nazi that Johnny Thunder killed…I remember. “Ha-ha, that weakling was your brother,” I say trying to get him angrier. The super soldier’s face is now blood red, he grabs me by my neck and snaps it, I feel the bone shatter.
Next thing I know I am being lifted into the air, he raises me above his knee and cracks my spine over his knee, I let out a tremendous scream, I am paralyzed. “Zhere, zhat vas fun!” the super soldier exclaims. I am choking on my own blood, and I cannot move, my body is numb and I am paralyzed. “Come back here you bastard,” I manage to say. The super soldier turns around, “Still have some fight left in you. No matter, Arnold shall finish you off Amerikaner!” he says coming towards me. Suddenly I get the feeling back in my legs, my spine must be healed, and my neck is also fixed, apparently.
I struggle to stand, the super soldier Arnold is running towards at me at full speed, I pull out my hunting knife and wait for him to come close enough. Just when he is upon me, I move forward and shove my knife between his ribs and push upwards. Arnold gasps in pain, and he tries to grab my neck, but I step back removing the knife, then I shove it into one of his kidneys, followed by slashing his throat, he is done for. I motion for the troops to advance. Franklin and Benjamin appear at my side.
“Are you alright Mister?” Franklin asks. “Yeah, just need a moment to heal,” I respond. My neck was still sore, my spine hurt and I still had a few cracked ribs, but I will manage. We advance further into Germany. It was a cold October day when we arrived in the German town of Aachen. We were met with a small German army who immediately opened fire on us.
I heard a scream and turned to see Pvt. Franklin had been gunned down. I ran to his side but it was too late, he was already dead. The Germans threw mustard gas at us, we were ill prepared for that, some of us did not have gas masks. My lungs were burning, I could not see. The gas had blinded me. I fell to the ground clutching my chest, coughing uncontrollably. I looked up to find myself surrounded by German soldiers, their guns pointed at my face.
“Surrender Amerikaner!” one of them shouted. I was prepared to give up, until I heard the sound of gunfire and my would be capturers fell down dead. “Lucky I saved your ass Sergeant,” Benjamin said helping me to my feet. “Yeah thanks,” I said, my voice was raspy. We continued our firefight with the Germans until we finally captured the German town of Aachen. A few hours later, the medical unit arrived along with Diana.
We celebrated our victory and took a much-needed rest. Suddenly I got a message from President Roosevelt. <Troy, the Soviets need you in Poland, there is something you need to see> he said. <Roger that, I will fly to Poland soon> I responded. I approached Diana, “I need to fly out to Poland for some urgent objective. I will return soon,” I said embracing her. “Okay do not be long dear,” she responded, and with that, I flew into the air heading towards Poland.