Private Ollie chapter 7 (TBC)

A black car trundled by they smiled and saluted Ollie while going on their daily circuit through the city; as they rolled by he looked up and squinted at the sun and smiled to himself, they won’t be smiling hopefully when I’m done with them! Stepping out with renewed confidence Private Ollie started a brisk walk down hesitating he looked around and saw a sign saying: Tanner Straße. What was that again…? I know tanner, Straße, Straße… that’s, ROAD! Tanner Road… hmm I guess the smell wasn’t just the dumpster. Patting himself down to check his arsenal Private found two pistols, six magazines and an ominously big hand grenade looking like it could blow a ten foot hole in a cement wall. Continuing his walk down Tanner rd. Private Ollie found that the usual clamor of daily life, and business was missing from this town. Curious but not overly so Ollie maintained his pace for a few more blocks until he was well away from the torture home. “Now remember… Wake up Ollie! Now remember a Chamberlain is a member of a royal household that manages everything. Way back in the fourteen hundreds Chamberlains would make sure their lords and ladies had a smooth running house…” Fond memories in harsh times of what this landscape might’ve been like oh so long ago.
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Private Ollie Chapter 6

How long he slept was not a problem to Private Ollie. He wasn’t concerned about anything for the first idyllic seconds between sleep and awareness. The time when nothing mattered, no problem troubled his mind. Then came that first instant after the bliss when all the pent-up lethargy is released into the brain and all those wonderful dreams escape Private’s memory. That split-second time when everything changes and the tidal wave of veracity washes over the shores of peaceful delusion clawing with its black waves; reaching and pulling everything in and under the ocean until nothing is left except cold hard reality. Slowly shaking the tension out of his lean, starved body he gradually massaged all the kinks that had worked up throughout Ollie’s body from sleeping in an uncomfortable position. How long has it been since I have gotten a full night’s sleep? How long has it been since I have had a good bed to sleep in? How long has it been since I have had a break… I need a break… “Give me a break of that Kit-Kat Bar!”… How long has it been since I’ve had a bar of soap? Wait, wait, “WAIT!” sleep deprivation causes…umm…LOSS OF FOCUS, yes! That’s not just it…also…also…irritability, and hand tremors! The sun was just rising over the building he was leaning on meaning the Private was facing east. So the fastest way to America was behind him. But that was not the goal. The goal was to sto- no stopping was impossible the goal was to hinder the Nazi’s for as much as one human could possibly do. Thinking that the old goal-less Private Ollie died and fell away leaving room for a new fiery spirit to fill up the empty husk he liked to call a body militarily trained body. Standing up Ollie looked around smoothed the wrinkles out of his uniform turned toward the mouth of the alley and walked calmly over it. Looking out for a second he gathered the all the courage he could muster and stepped out into what would be the biggest pain in the butt the Nazis’ ever knew from a single American soldier.
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Private Ollie Chapter 5

Roaring he soared forward knife in his hand from the German uniform, Private Ollie slashed down and drew first blood from the beast. But what was it? No hair… two legs… big gigantic fangs blood stained from many past battles or from the size of it quick “feedings” on other animals smaller than itself. Freakishly large eyebrows…blue lips… blood shot eyes from staying awake a few too many nights fearing for its life for no matter how large an animal a quick cut to the neck or bite in this instance can end anyone. All his thoughts expressed in a jumble of seconds and in that short time it or whatever it is had tried to strike two crushing blows but somehow Private jumped back in time! Two more and ‘Ollie realized that there was no chance that hand to hand combat could work against this thing. Not turning his back he stepped lightly back and on the fourth step he pulled out his pistol but TRIPPED! Lying on his back the Beast took advantage of his misfortune and bounded forward landing squarely on his chest. Beating its chest the Beast pulled his arm back, deciding rush was not needed for his prey had no chance of escape but how wrong was he… "Remember, remember…, remember when you’re tryin’ to hold your own don’t be brute!” his dad had said, “use speed, and trickery! The army will give as much help as it can into building up muscles but never count on it. Always have a trick…” and have a trick he did! Wriggling his arm the small knife he had found as a builders tool he had slid into his arm as a last resort sure came in handy now! Jerking upward the knife plunged into his neck and the jugular vein burst open in a spray of blood. Glassy eyed the Beast/Thing fell over in a heap next to him. Breathing heavily he shimmied over and away from the thing back to the wall of the alley and continued sliding until he was back to his resting place before the beast was seen. This time sleep came not out of his volition but out of sympathy for the adrenaline in his body finally failed and sleep came blissfully.

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Discussion

The Private Ollie story has been stewing in my brain for a long, long, LONG while now. Being able to express the story that is in my brain is so great and with a wonderful audience it only gets better! hopefully (but i dont really know) if i ever finish this story (not anywhere close to conclusion on the criteria of size and "meat" of the story) i would love to publish it and see what the public thinks! If you have a GoodReads account and would like to read this story go there, it might not be up to date with this website but it is a great way to check in while you are checking up on other peoples great stories!

Topics & Questions:

1. Who is Private Ollie?

Answer: In my eye Private Ollie is a young man captured and his company killed on the Beach of Normandy and more of his background will be revealed shortly!

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Private Ollie and other Military Stories: Considerations

Private Ollie and other Military Stories: Considerations

Private Ollie Chapter 4

He planned as acting as a saboteur on the inside of the German army, or at least try to be one with out being repatriated first. But as he turned and stared at the grotesque thing in the back of the alley his mind completely shut down except to a lethargic numbness that was impending doom. The first thought out of that state was not of saving his own life but of livid anger towards this, this… THING. Blocking his path, what right does this, this… BEAST, have to stop him from trying to take down the German army? And rapt attention on the problem but all the while overcast plaintively by fear afterwards. No! Whether anyone grieves me posthumous will be because I’m a HERO! Not dragged down and destroyed in the back of an alley! No, he had the ability to be volatile! But staring into those hypnotizing eyes that thought rescinded and a state of sedated fear and incongruous being surrounded Private Ollie’s mind. Being devoid of responsibilities sounded really good right now. “NO!” he roared! Tenacity won out and Private Ollie leapt at the beast.

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Private Ollie Chapter 3

Looking around he slowly got his heart rate under control and stepped over the last body to the door. He thankfully silently, slightly, and slowly slid the door open and snaked his head through the tiny opening. Turning first left he saw the street was deserted. Still taking in his surroundings he cautiously walked out to explore. Looking down the block there seemed to be a distinct smell of aged leather and dried blood… a mix of the scent from downstairs stuck in his nostrils and looking down to his left a bit of the animal blood from the butcher. Lastly there was an odd smell.

Overpowering definitely.

Horrible definitely.

Trash… definitely.

Slowly, swiveling his head to the right, directly there was a dumpster in the alley! Following his instincts he dashed over to the dumpster, took a breath and dove inside. Being proven correct was instantly gratifying, out ran three German soldiers screaming “Geflüchtete Gefangene! Geflüchtete Gefangene!” Escaped Prisoner! Escaped Prisoner! Over and over again they screamed, luckily the trash masked his smell and they only took a quick look down the alley!
Not daring move for over an hour and only taking short gasping breaths- sparingly he waited…
Way before he came out Private heard the returning footsteps but for safety reasons dared not leave. Finally he stepped poked his head out over the mound of trash, looking out the mouth of the alley Private Ollie saw no one in the immediate vicinity. Breathing a sigh of relief he slumped down next to the dumpster nearer the back of the alley and still bearing its smell he allowed himself a minute of rest before he had to keep moving. Closing his eyes and willing himself to drift off as soldiers do they get whatever sleep whenever they can… and that’s when he heard the GROWL.

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