18 American Hero.
POV Daniel.
We see a young man who just finished putting on the chest armor from his uniform. (It's the same design just different color of Soldier Boy.)
'This is it.' Daniel was getting ready for his official Hero origin story, he set everything up with Peggy and the General. His deployment was set in stone, rank of captain and a squad of his choice, all of it was official and stamped, details were need to know only.
'I should have known something was up, this is marvel, just because history is repeating itself it does not mean I know how.' The war is going almost exactly like he learn from his first life. But there are rumors here and there about a-
*creak*
"Are you ready honey?" asked Lorraine going in her son's dressing room.
She was wearing a military uniform, as the secretary of director Carter she has a rank of a level 8 agent.
'Damn, she can make anything sexy.'
"Yeah, just a little nervous." Daniel smile to her. "I am doing the right thing here, I know it, but I also know this will change things."
The truth is I am afraid.
This war is a mess, no matter how you look at it you will find something stinking, the deeper you dig in shit the more it stinks. But I have to do this, its been too long since…
'Since what?'
I stop to think, I have been preparing for this since I was born, I have trained and planned for it. Now is the time I finally start to step in the light to claim my place in this world.
I must have been too lost in thought because I feel a hand on my shoulder. Lorraine, like the gentle and loving woman she is, hugged me, I am taller, stronger than she is, but feeling her arms around me is…comforting.
I hugged her back, buried my face in her neck, her scent helped calm me down, I did not even know I was this nervous.
"Daniel, life is about change, for better or worst change is coming, in ten years you will not be the same man you are now, that is life." She pulled back from the hug, staring in her beautiful green eyes I saw her love for me.
"No matter what, when I look at you I feel proud, you were always there for me, always filling me with happiness and love. From the day you were born, I never felt so much love in me." As if to prove her words, she hugged me again, as thing as she could.
"I love you too mother." I enjoyed the hug until I was called for.
In no time I was on a ship to Vietnam, I was with a fresh batch of recruits, this time we have a cargo from GMT, new uniforms and weapons for the war.
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POV third person
VIATNAM 1963
Rain was pouring in the forest near Chu Yang mountain, a platoon of soldier was hunting for enemy camp on the base of the mountain, they were under heavy rain, even with the new wheatear prof uniforms from GMT they were soak to the bone.
"Captain!" one of the soldiers screamed, even them it was hard to hear him through the rain.
"What is it?"
"Base just radio in w-"
*BANG*
The private was shoot in before he could say anything else, the captain returned fire at the mountain base, were he thought the enemies were.
"Shoots fire! Enemy contact!" He found shelter behind the trunk of a thick tree, returning fire at any movement in the bushes. "Radio base!"
The gunfight was on, tracer rounds from the M60 concentrated on the front, the rain had stopped, two soldiers with Ithaca M37 shotguns fired the new GMT-STARK dragon's breath.
"Burn you yellow fucks!"
The soldiers were high on adrenaline, the cold from and pain from the long walk in the rain forgotten, there was only death on their minds, death was coming for the enemy or themselves, they did not know wich.
"Sir, Reinforcements on the way two minutes!" scream the radio operator, he had blood on him, he did not know where from.
"Good, tell the chopper to raise hell on the hill!"
They heard, from behind there was a humming, from the woods a motorcycle came, on it was a man with a dark blue suit, and a helmet with a star.
'Another one of these.'
The bike went past him going faster and faster, dodging trees with inhuman accuracy, the rider shooting his M1911, every bullet met its mark, after the tenth shoot he jumped from his bike.
"Fire in the hole!" The rider screamed while throwing couple of grandes behind the tree line.
*BOOM**BOOM**BOOM*
He lands on his feet, takes the shield off his back and uses it to cover himself, his triangular polished shield almost looks made of gold, and all enemy fire is draw to him. This gives the soldiers ground to advance.
"Cover fire in the tree line, everyone else on me, we will flank them!" the captain shouted orders, leading his soldiers to surround the enemies and finish them.
The Vietnamese start to panic seeing that the strange soldier in costume shoots a dozen man, the grenades he tossed killed even more, blocking their retreat.
They were getting massacred.
When he was about to surrender the costume soldier jumped in front of him, he did not have time to say anything before he saw him raise his M1911.
DANIEL POV
*BANG*10X
'That was my last mag.' I love the .45 but it sucks to just have ten rounds.
"And that is how you start a good morning in Vietnam." I holster my pistol, turn around to see the soldiers catching up to me.
They were either on foot or in bikes, with how muddy the ground was half of the bikes got stuck, when the shooting starts you don't want that.
Either way this place was a shit show of rain, mud and holes everywhere, now I get why half the platoon is in the hospital. Mosquitos and dirty water can fuck you up.
"Thank you for the reinforcements sir, I am Capta-"
"No time for introductions captain, I will be taking command of this unit." I honestly don't care for his name, my goal was simple, take the camp on the mountain and any information on site, after that destroy it and move on.
"First order is get all your injured personal and go back to HQ, the way back is clear and you should meet a second unit on the way." That out of the way I round up my troops.
I decided that I would have my own commandos and for that I summoned a couple of people for it, at least with them I had actual experienced soldiers with knowledge of both history and terrain. I am going to blitz this war, bring home a medal and spare the life of young soldiers.
A true American hero.
"Shit I fell strange to be here, like every other minute I get a nostalgia or something." The comedian says while looking around, shotgun in hand.
"At least I don't have to wear a fucking leotard now." He tries to joke with his other unit members but they don't get the joke.
"Ah forget it, what about you curly locks, feeling the jungle fever yet?" he turns to another of my summons, John Rambo isn't as amused as his companion.
"Is everything a joke to you?" Rambo frowns, he is his younger self, he had just shoot up a town and was going to jail when Daniel brought him here, back to his familiar hell.
"You two, stop the foreplay and gather all the weapons they have, take what you need and burn the rest, don't leave a single bullet, even the casing." This was a classic scorch earth play, take what you can carry, burn all else.
After this base we were heading to a town nearby, we are in Lai Chau near the border with china, the only worry I have is smugglers from the border, crime syndicates are rising with the war and tension with the local MP are all time high.
"Hey Soldier Boy!" the comedian shouts.
I stop, honestly this is the first time someone called that, I really take a second to compose myself, seeing the comedian grinning for getting a reaction from me beside a scow.
"Don't call me that." I realize the mistake as soon as the words leave my mouth.
"Sorry, did you not like the nickname?" the grin on his face said it all. "Don't you think it fits? Soldier Boys is a good name."
Well shit.