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REVAMP!!!!

This is the revamp to the whole thing.

It was futile to try to stop the impending torture. The German Nazi’s didn’t relent when they got the information that was wanted, they didn’t stop even if the POW had no inkling of what they wanted. They stopped when his skin was on the verge of translucence and his heart beat no more. The smell of death permeated the air of the chamber where Private Ollie sat awaiting his turn. It was almost tangible, the smell. Ollie looked around the room filled with all of 2 chairs. Both denied to him whilst he was chained to the wall. One light flickered on and off hanging from the ceiling. The rest of the walls held cans of food, tuna, sardines, soup, anything a man could want. Lastly, there were the remains of one of his fellow soldiers who had been bludgeoned to death shortly after arrival. He thought he was sitting in a chamber underground somewhere in the middle of Germany where he was routed out by the Nazi’s and captured. It had been a bloody battle with many casualties on either side. But the numbers just weren’t there for the Americans and eventually they surrendered. Grown men had cried out for their mothers when it became clear that they were to be made example of to show they wanted obedience. Memories of his home floated in and out of his head. His dad the strong patriarch; always there too help mold the young man Ollie was becoming. His mom, the gentler one of the family wanting him to be a scholar or an artisan; but it wasn’t to be so when the war started. The metamorphosis happened to quick for anyone in the family to like all the radio screeched out was talk of war, violence, killing, and everything in-between. Art seemed forgotten in America then. The only books read were pamphlets on how to shoot a gun. “You are becoming a man now Ollie,” his dad had said, “There is no denying the great call of the army. Your country needs you. I’m too old but I’ll always be there. Now you better always remember…” the old memory was becoming distant as the faint rattle of keys and slap of boots on the floor came closer and closer until a tall young blonde man opened it. Barking at the Private he said with a thick accent, “Time to ‘Tell us everything’ filth!” The man walked over to Ollie and took out a key to undo the chains on his wrists. Sitting up Ollie rubbed his wrists to get the blood flowing and stepped behind the young man. Looking around at most likely the last half decent room he’d ever see Ollie wondered if the man who built this thought his building would end up so violated with blood. Tripping with a last attempt to defer the torture Ollie fell on his face right at the boots of the escort. A swift kick in the head was all he got for his futile attempt. The man looked down and said “No American gutter scum to help you here, this is the last dirt.” Cringing at that comment Ollie slowly looked up and did what he was trained to do, look around and try to concoct something out of nothing…to live. Trying to pacify the guard would looks like my only way out; a surprise attack would be the only way... His train of thought was interrupted as the torture cell got closer and the tirade of German mixed with English words assaulted him by the “interrogator”. He looked around the hall becoming more desperate by the moment, his blood rising, hope draining…STAIRS! There was a distant staircase so close…so close… The festering anger finally burst out and he lashed out at the Aryan and punched him solidly in the temples with a right hook, he was out before he hit the ground with a THUD.

Private Ollie surveyed his surroundings, nobody else was in the hallway and the torture cell screams didn’t show any sounds of stopping. Taking one last regretful glance at where the sounds emanated from he turned toward the fallen soldier. Stooping down he quickly looted his pockets to find a pistol and one long knife. With the stolen pistol in hand he ran to the stairs. At the top of the stairs a Nazi guard was dozing in front of the entrance. Obviously an escape hadn’t happened that often. With a solid whack to the head with the butt of the gun he was out cold, possibly dead from the dent it made in the skull. Ollie was on the ground floor now in the back of the store. Through a crack in the door he could see the front was bogged with soldiers. Lounging about on all over of the room, checking his gun Ollie saw he had five bullets left in the pistol. They’ll repatriate me straight to the torture cell if I don’t get out and quick…the man closest to me must go down first. Quickly and decisively Private Ollie stepped out clubbed the Nazi in the head and with months only of skill with a hand gun the others were out but one almost shot him in the side the bullet hitting the wall right next to him. Full of reverent for the glass on the shop and how thick it was thankfully no one else heard the shots.

Looking at the dead he saw one was a youth of no more than 18 years. His uniform showed that he had been a general. Imperiously he said “Sad, sad, sad what The Nazi’s have come to using boys to do a mans job?” laughing to himself over the joke because he in fact was only 19. He swapped his clothes with one of the lower ranking soldiers, and took a minute to survey the area and see if anything was of use. Taking all of the ammo lying around he saw that the store was an all purpose store food and daily used tools clearly used to cover the shelves with grime stained in the back in the form of boxes where they hadn’t been moved in months. That is, until the Germans had cleaned the place out. Moving a chair to block the door for opening if the other Germans tried to come up. How long was I out when they captured me he thought? Last he remembered the drop was somewhere in France. Not knowing how long they had held him a sad realization overcame Private Ollie… he could be anywhere.

Blood rushing panic consumed him Where am i? What am I doing? Where am I? What am I doing? Where… Calm. I need calm. Taking deep breaths slowly his heart rate came under control and he stepped over the last body to the door. He silently, 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 checking right he saw a butcher shop not so neatly had had all of its contents spewed out onto the sidewalk. Lastly there was an odd smell.

Overpowering definitely. Horrible definitely. Trash… definitely.

Walking casually away from the store he strolled along the street trying to escape the smell. He ducked into an alley only to find the source of the smell! A dumpster overfilled with trash sat there in all of its glory. Knowing he hadn’t escaped yet Ollie hopped behind the dumpster; he then curled up not out of sight from the street. Being proven correct was instantly gratifying; the door to the store banged shut and out ran three German soldiers screaming “Geflüchtete Gefangene! Geflüchtete Gefangene!” Escaped Prisoner! Escaped Prisoner! Obviously they had seen the dead bodies. Over and over again they screamed, luckily the only took a quick look down the alley and kept moving.

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.

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 hurt the German army? And rapt attention on the problem but all the while overcast plaintively by fear. Fear entranced him. Fear curdled his blood. Fear was he. He was fear. Staring into those hypnotizing eyes he slipped into a state more of sedated fear and incongruous being, which 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.

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 bloodstained 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. Hoofed feet...boney back… 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! Laying 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… a memory slipped back to him in his last second to live… Him and his father sitting in his little home just before him going to the army to enlist his last talk with his father…“You’re not big. You’re not strong. And your sure as hell not tough. But you have a brain. That might just come in handy in a fight.” “Yes sir.” Solemnly he shook hands with his dad and tears welled up in his eyes. Not wanting his father to see Ollie quickly turned and strode out into the day… Kicking up Ollie swiped the feet right out from under the beast! One, two, three jabs to the jugular and it writhed to the ground wriggling in its death throes. Finally the thrashing stopped and the beast became glassy eyed 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.

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…How long has it been since I’ve had a bar of soap?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 the bright day formulating ideas on how to survive and move on.

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 house. There you go!

ending speak

I have been thinking about my abruptness in ending this little story o' mine so i have great news!

PRIVATE OLLIE WILL CONTINUE!

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The Final Installment in The Thrilling Epic of Private Ollie

Before I begin my last addition into the Private Ollie novelette, let me reiterate what I said before; you have been so helpful with your insight and tips. I couldn’t have done it without you! HERE WE GO!

Thinking that thought Private Ollie suddenly fell down and groaned because his insides suddenly felt inflamed! Pain rocked his body and the violent twitching began to conquer every sense there was and his body suddenly wasn’t his own. Helpless and mindless except for mindless pain Ollie slipped into the deepest sleep he had been in for such a long, long, time. Five minutes later a German soldier walked on his patrol and saw Ollie there, thinking to himself There’s that escaped prisoner the poison we put into the food must’ve worked through his system this long without the necessary antidote we slowly fed him to keep him ours. Kicking him the soldier walked away never looking back…

Note to the readers

Due to my indecisive ways to write a story... Private Ollie will never have an ending

JUST KIDDING i do plan on ending the series but after that the part about "other Military Stories" will come into play

Soon Soon SOON!

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P.S. i want to thank all my loyal fans throughout the process! couldn't have done it without u!

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.
Don't worry this part might've been short but there will be more in this chapter!

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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!

I will be updating this topic and question section soon and if you have any comment and i will address them all!

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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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Private Ollie Chapter 2

Private Ollie surveyed his surroundings, nobody else was in the hallway and the torture cell screams didn’t show any sounds of stopping so he turned toward the stairs with the stolen pistol in hand and ran. The place didn’t stay deserted for long, at the top of the stairs a Nazi guard was stationed facing the entrance. Obviously an escape hadn’t happened that often. With a solid whack to the head with the butt of the gun he was out cold, possibly dead from the dent it made in the skull. He was on the ground floor now in the back of the store. Through a crack in the wall he could see the front was bogged with soldiers. Three on each side of the room, checking his gun Ollie saw he had five bullets left in the pistol. They’ll repatriate me straight to the torture cell if I don’t get out and quick…the man closest to me must go down first. Quickly and decisively Private Ollie stepped out clubbed the Nazi in the hand and with months only of skill with a hand gun the others were out but one almost shot him in the side the bullet hitting the wall right next to him. Full of reverent for the glass on the shop and how thick it was thankfully no one else heard the shots. Looking down at the uniforms of the Nazi’s he saw one was a General. Imperiously he said “Sad, sad, sad what has the world come to when a private can take down an officer?” swapping his clothes with one of the lower ranking soldiers he took a minute to take in his surroundings and see if anything was of use. Already taking all of the pistols lying around and extra ammo he saw that the store was a boat making shop with pieces of a gunwale lying around and other boat hardware. How long was I out when they captured me? Last he remembered the drop was somewhere in France. Thinking how he was only out a few hours it seemed he might be on the south western shore bordering the Atlantic Ocean.
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Private Ollie Chapter 1

It was futile to try to stop the torture. The German Nazi’s didn’t relent when they got the information that was wanted, they didn’t stop even if the POW had no inkling of what they wanted. They stopped when his skin was on the verge of translucence and his heart beat no more. The smell of death permeated the air of the chamber where Private Ollie sat awaiting his turn. It was almost tangible, the smell. As he looked around Ollie thought this could have been a nice room. He was sitting in a chamber underground in a makeshift fort under a store somewhere in the middle of Germany where he was routed out by the Nazi’s and captured. His dad he remembered was the patriarch of the family, and acted like it too. Strong and sturdy was how he remembered him; always there too help mold the young man Ollie was becoming. The metamorphosis happened to quick for anyone in the family to like “You are becoming a man now Ollie,” his dad had said, “There is no denying the great call of the army. Your country needs you. I’m too old but I’ll always be there you remember…” the old memory was becoming distant as the faint rattle of keys and slap of boots on the floor came closer and closer until a tall young blonde man opened it up and with a heaping ton of derision said, “Time to ‘Tell us everything’ as if you know anything we don’t.” Sitting up Ollie stepped behind the young man and looked around at the most likely last half decent room he’d ever see and wondered if the entrepreneur who built this thought his building would end up so violated with blood. Tripping with a last attempt to defer the torture Ollie fell on his face right at the boots of the escort. A swift kick in the head was all he got for his futile attempt. The man looked down and said “No cronies to help you here, this is the last dirt.” Cringing at that comment Ollie slowly looked up and did what he was trained to do, look around and try to concoct something out of nothing…to win. Trying to pacify the guard would looks like my only way out, a surprise attack would be the only way... His train of thought was interrupted as the torture cell got closer and the tirade of German mixed with English words assaulted him by the “interrogator”. He looked around the hall becoming more desperate by the moment, his blood rising, hope draining…STAIRS! There was a distant stair case so close…so close… The festering anger finally burst out and he lashed out at the Aryan and punched him solidly in the temples with a right hook, he was out before he hit the ground with a THUD.

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