Gerard's heart pounded as he sprinted through the war-torn streets amid the chaos. He reached for a spare ammo clip in his military fatigues before reloading. The sound of explosions reverberated in his ears, blending with the cries of anguish and the distant echoes of gunfire. Buildings lay in ruins, their shattered remnants casting long shadows over the desolate streets.
Back in the 1940s, with no time to think about anything. War once again engulfed the world in flames. Gerard, a young man filled, found himself thrust into the heart of this grim reality. As he darted past broken storefronts, his mind raced with questions.
*My unit? How could one surprise attack separate us all like that?*
The smoke-filled air choked his lungs, making it difficult to breathe. The tang of burning debris danced on his tongue. Gerard's eyes darted from one side of the street to the other, scanning for any signs of the enemy.
