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Erik Jumped as he witnessed Charles getting shot through the head by a sniper. His eyes a narrowed with anger and he grabs Charles rifle too angry to see what type it was. He simply raises it up calling upon what little training he had in boot camp with longed ranged weapons he aims at the cliffs where the bullet had come from. “This is for Charles.” he hisses shooting all 8 of the rounds at the cliffs unsure if he would even hit anything. Every time he shot the shell would fly out of the gun with a click and fall onto the floor of the ship with a dull metallic thud. the clip however bounced off the railing and into the sea with a splash. Erik then ducked down his Black hair was soaking with sweat under his helmet his blue eyes a rage. Sighing he turns around kneeling in front of Charles he places the rifle at his side putting a hand over Charles's face to close his eyes. He puts a hand over his own face next his thumb brushing against his side burns the rest of his hand scrapped by his stubble. “God bless you and god speed Charles.” he whispers reaching for his Thompson. He knew someone would use Charles rifle picking it up off his body. He did not care he had said good bye.

Sargent Erik Barker of the US Army stood up moving to the back of the ship where the nurses where goatherd he leans in giving his wife a kiss. She kisses back. No words are exchanged simply a look a look of understanding. He makes his way to the front of the ship shifting his wedding ring from his left hand to the right to give his trigger hand luck. He stands next to the Staff Sergeant who gives him a side wise glance. “You ready for this Barker?” Erik simply nods not afraid simply dead set focused at his right side a little behind him he feels his brother grasp the Hose of his flame thrower anxiously. Erik smiles not turning to face him since they where so close to shore. “Don't worry brother father is watching over us.” Erik says his brother Andrew nods his resolve now set.

The ship reaches the beach and the Staff Sargent cries out. “NOW!” that one word sends the squad running out onto the beach. Erik lets out a blast of bullets killing 1,3, Six German soldiers. Andrew lets out a spurt of flame roasting some more. It seemed like things where off to a good start.

With the bullets whizzing the mounted machine guns firing the explosions and the screams of agony. How was anyone supposed to notice one bullet flying at a M2-2 Napalm tank mounted on the back of Andrew Barker. No on that is until the bullet penetrated the tank causing a explosion engulfing Andrew in fire. His shrieks of agony snapped Erik out of his battle focus. Swirling around he see's his brother engulfed in flames. Cursing he tackles him rolling him around on the wet ground flame starting to engulf his own body in the process. Although it was only his right side. Luckily for him though a particularly large wave washes up extinguishing the flames. It was too late for Andrew unfortunately. The two men where laying on the ground behind a boulder that had fallen from the cliff so at the very least they would not be shot.

“Erik” Andrew coughs his crispy face unrecognizable. “Don't lie I am not going to make it. Let's not spent this last bit of time we have speaking untruthfully.” he requests. Erik was about to protest when he simply nods. “Alright.” he Agrees his face in horrible pain. “Looks like Dad was not watching over us after all.” Andrew laughs painfully before coughing again. A small smile crosses Erik's face. “Well if I make it you better cover my a**.” Erik states looking down he see's a patch of perfect skin on his ring finger on the right hand. “Take the gun dad gave me.” Andrew says flatly and Erik looks up distracted. “bu-” he starts to protest and Andrew cuts him off. “It will do you more good then me Erik now take the damned gun!” he states sighing Erik reaches over grabbing the M1911 that their father had given to Andrew. It had been shiny with a pearl handle but now it was simply charred black permanently. Erik Sticks the Gun in his empty holster his own hand gun had been lost at some point and places his hand on his brothers. “I love you Andrew.” Erik says and Andrew smiles. “Those damn Nazi's” he says simply and Erik shakes his head. “Nazi's.....I hate Nazi's” Andrew closes his eyes his breathing coming to a halt.

Erik had passed out on the battle field not long after his brother passed away. But he awoke not long after the nurses had finished tending to him. With a groan his eyes slowly opened though he could only see through one the other was bandaged. He blinks feeling bandages over most of the right side of his body. Slowly the memory's of the short lived battle for him came back and his eyes darkened looking down to see his brothers gun in his holster. “God be with you brother.” he whispered softly before starting to pray. “Our father who art in heathen thy kingdom come thy will be done as earth as it is in heaven...” his words faded as he spotted his wife tending to another injured soldier. Slowly he smiles thanking god he had that woman. He closes his eyes resting although he did open his eyes now and then to look at his wife.

Erik groaned fluttering his eyes opening them. He sees Johaan with two weapons against his beloved several emotions blow up inside of him at the sight. Rage, Panic, Hope that this was all just part of some horrible horrible nightmare and above all Hate. Coughing he strings together some words. “Let go my wife Nazi b*****d.” he manages to grunt reaching for the M1911 hardly able to lift the memento out from it's holster. “******** kill you swear to god.” he grunts All the emotions that raged inside of him where whirling in his eyes like a whirlpool.

Grunting Erik watched as his wife slowly nods. She sits Johaan down on a stool. She slowly cleans and bandages his wound unable to speak. “Why me?” Erik finally manages to grunt. As his wife shivers looking from Johaan to her husband briefly before returning to dabbing at the eye. Careful not to cause him pain.

Erik's eyes narrow. so this was the sniper that took our Charles. He then noticed the Rifle on Johaan's back witch he should have noticed earlier at any rate. “I took them out because you killed Charles he was a good man had a child on the way.” He tells Johaan narrowing his eyes. “And you're fuhrer is responsible for this war so blame him!” he shouts saying fuhrer sarcastically. before starting to cough.

Erik growled but said not another word. Meanwhile Crying his wife was wrapping a bandage around Johaan's Eye. She finished cutting the end of the bandages knotting it. Then she attempts to slash Johaan's throat with her scissors still crying. Erik's eyes widen hoping she would kill him and they would be rid of this man.