"War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength."
In a steampunk-inspired World War II, treachery and secrets abound as the world spirals closer to chaos.
Steve Rogers is a would-be soldier with nothing to lose. Denied from enlisting more t...
We had all become hardened. We were out there, human beings,
the most highly developed life form on the earth,
fighting each other like wild animals."
- E. B. Sledge
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"I'll Be Seeing You"
by Frank Sinatra
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Undisclosed location, Normandy; June 6, 1944
Clint was falling.
There was a faint whistling sound buzzing in his ears, but the shells were silent as they rocketed to his left and right. Spiraling trails of smoke and brilliant tracer fire painted the sky in every color imaginable, the most magnificent light show he had ever seen. From everywhere in the sky there was a paratrooper, what seemed like thousands of chutes drifting down toward the French countryside. Planes zoomed silently over his head, leaving behind trails of popping parachutes.
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It was beautiful in a heart-stopping way. Clint's chest throbbed with suspense and exhilaration as he drifted, fingers clenched around the ropes of his parachute. In the distance and rapidly drawing nearer was a citadel and a massive fire, and he swung his body to the side in an attempt to move away from both. A breath of wind ruffled his chute and brought him away from the town – he breathed a sigh of relief at that, Steve had been carrying all of their tools and he didn't want to enter a fight without a weapon – but when he looked down he noticed the ground was rapidly approaching.
Everything jolted into focus at that moment, the exploding shells splitting like thunderclaps, the slow chug-chug of machine guns and small-arms fire, the whispers of the wind. Desperation flooded Clint's mind as he approached the marshy ground. What had Steve said about landing? Did he fall over and bend his knees, or did he bend his knees and then fall? Squeezing his eyes shut, Clint braced himself for impact as he reached the ground.
