Deadliest Warrior Final Episode

 The Deadliest Warrior Final Episode pits two of history's most legendary fictional warriors against each other in a fight to the death- no rules, no mercy-just blood-to find out-who is the DEADLIEST WARRIOR!

 Darkie's Mob= The fictional suicide squad from Battle Picture Weekly, led by battle-hardened, badass, and tough-as nails British WW1 veteran Captain Joseph "Joe" Darkie, who leads a small unit of regular misfits and deserters to brutal, ruthless, bloodthirsty raiders who go in a personal war against Axis Japanese forces in southeast Asia in the Second World War.

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 White Anglo-Saxon Protestant (WASP) Squad= The fictional squad, formed by colonists in the 17th century. It is made up of strong, muscular men from New England who stretch themselves to the perfection of a soldier, and they make up the most highly trained operatives and skilled assassins who come from strictly Protestant or Roman Catholic prominently wealthy families of Irish and British descent. 

 Darkie's Mob Team: Pat Mills (Writer of Darkie's Mob) Teddy Whitaker (Former WWII Commando)

 Darkie's Mob Weapons:

 Rapid-Fire Weapons= Bren (Light Machine Gun)

 Long-Range Weapons= Scoped MK.III Ross (Bolt-Action Sniper Rifle)

 Mid-Range Weapons= Thompson M1928 (Submachine Gun)

 Short-Range Weapons= Webley-Fosbery .455 (Revolver)

 Blade Weapons= Fairbairn-Sykes (Fighting Knife)

 Explosive Weapons= Sticky Bomb (Improvised Explosive)

 Special Weapons= Winchester Model 1897 Trenchgun (Trench Shotgun)

 WASP Squad Team: Alexander McCloskey (Former WASP Squad Leader) Jack Lee (U.S. Army Ranger)

 WASP Squad Weapons:

 Rapid-Fire Weapons= M60 (General-Purpose Machine Gun)

 Long-Range Weapons= .50 Caliber Barrett M82 (Sniper Rifle)

 Mid-Range Weapons= Panther M16 (Assault Rifle/Carbine)

 Short-Range Weapons= Colt M1911A1 (Semi-Automatic Pistol)

 Blade Weapons= KA-BAR (Fighting Knife) 

 Explosives Weapons= C4 (Explosive)

 Special Weapons= Franchi SPAS-12 (Combat Shotgun)

 A squad of 7 Darkie's Mob are patrolling a small forest near the Thai-Burmese border in southeast Asia when a WASP operative spots them. He alerts the WASP leader, who calls up a sniper. The sniper then sets up his anti-materiel rifle on the roof of a hut and shoots two mobsters dead, which alerts Joe Darkie. A mobster armed with a scoped Ross rifle then counter-shoots the WASP sniper, who falls dead. As Darkie's mob takes up positions, a WASP operative shoots his assault rifle into the air, but is shot by a mobster, and Darkie's Mob and the WASP squad split up, with one soldier guarding each leader. The mobsters take up positions in a small hut, and a WASP operative armed with a shotgun and a pistol opens the door and throws a grenade inside, killing one and wounding two. The operative shoots a wounded mobster dead, and then pulls out his pistol, as well as the other wounded mobster, but the operative shoots the wounded mobster, who, holding a primed grenade, explodes, killing both him and the operative. Only Darkie himself and his soldier remain, and they give chase to the WASP leader and his three soldiers, who all fire at Darkie and his mobster. The mobster shoots an operative dead, but is gunned down by the operatives. Darkie then fires at the two remaining operatives with his pistol, killing both of them, and Darkie gives chase to the WASP leader.  The WASP leader then takes up a position in a large building, and when Darkie enters, the two fire at each other with their pistols. Once the two run out of ammo, Darkie tackles the WASP leader and the two engage in a brutal and lengthy fist fight, with Darkie gaining the upper hand. However, the WASP leader pulls out his knife and stabs Darkie, who falls down the stairs.

Winner and the Deadliest Warrior: WASP Squad

Alexander Bettencourt

 Doctor Alexander Theodore Bettencourt was a British soldier, explorer, adventurer, politician, and statesman. He has received the Victoria Cross two times, one during his military service, and one posthumously. He was killed in action in early October 2011 near the outskirts of Kandahar, Afghanistan. He is known as a combat veteran of the special forces, and ranks as the most highly trained operative in human history. He was an elite assassin trained to kill an enemy with any threatening object ranging from a pen to a paper towel. He reached the highest physical and mental challenges in the British military.

 He was born on September 24, 1972 in Manchester, Lancashire, England, in the United Kingdom, to two wealthy British politicians Jacques Guillaume and Veronica (nee MacLaren.) He was raised in a French-speaking family with origins in Strasbourg, Alsace-Lorraine, France, at the time part of the German Empire. His paternal great-great-grandfather was a French general and at one time, infamous Marshal of France. His maternal grandfather, Alexander Jonathan MacLaren, was a British officer in the British Royal Marines. He is of French, German, Scottish, and Irish descent. He was raised a devout Roman Catholic, although he actually usually refused to show it, and changed to Anglicanism. His family descends from Clan MacLaren.

 Bettencourt has fiery red hair, an auburn (reddish-brown) mustache, pale, light skin, and freckles. His main weapons of choice are an L96 bolt-action sniper rifle, as well as a Browning HP pistol. He also sometimes uses an HK MP5 submachine gun. He was a veteran of the British Royal Marines, Special Air Service, and the Special Reconnaissance, as well as all of the special operations branches and special forces groups in the British military. He was a special agent for the MI6 for a while, and infiltrated a Russian nuclear program. He was a former hand-to-hand combat instructor in the British Army. He proved to be an excellent marksman, as well as an expert knife thrower with quick wits and a deadpan sense of humor. He is a skilled drummer and an amazing dancer. Despite his sometimes rather bookwormish appearance, he is a skilled gunfighter with an M1911 pistol. Throughout the series franchise The Archduke of Prussia, he wears different clothes matched with different weapons throughout the series, including, but are not limited to:

 1. White, clean lab coat and khaki pants with glasses and a tucked-in red shit, with a nickel plated double-barreled shotgun, and a Webley Revolver as a sidearm in a brown, leather holster slung from his right hip.

 2. A standard issue Ghillie suit with a white and black mask and an L96 or M21 sniper rifle as a main weapon, and a SIG Sauer P226 pistol as a sidearm in a holster, faced forwards, on his left hip.

 3. An SAS counter-terrorism raider outfit with a gas respirator and a black and purple jumpsuit with a black vest and bullet-proof jacket, armed with an HK MP5 and a Browning HP pistol as his weapons.

 4. A plain white shirt with a black turtleneck and tight, blue jeans with a black belt, and running shoes, and a scoped M1903 Springfield rifle as a main weapon and an HK USP semi-automatic pistol as a sidearm.

 5. A WW1-era British khaki uniform with puttee rolls and a Lee-Enfield bolt-action rifle with a bayonet, as well as an M1 Garand with a bayonet, and an M1911 pistol and a Mark I trench knife as a sidearm weapon.

 6. A DPM Smock Windproof and trousers, as well as an SA80 bullpup assault rifle, as well as an HK UMP and/or an HK G36, with an HK45 pistol as a sidearm.

 He received the Victoria Cross and many other military decorations and awards. He was killed in action while serving with a group of British Army riflemen while securing defensive position in an assault on Taliban positions, near the outskirts of the city of Kandahar, Afghanistan. His death is described by fellow Victoria Cross recipient and automatic rifleman Francis Doherty:

 "Personally, I literally thought that Doctor Alexander Bettencourt was a god. I was born in Ireland, and raised a devout Roman Catholic in a British family with Irish Catholic descent from Derry. Bettencourt was fluent in his native English, as well as his family's French, and German, Latin, Gaelic, Swahili, Mandarin, Japanese, Korean, Italian, Spanish, Russian, Czech, Afrikaans, Dutch, Maori, and even Comanche. I am an ordinary automatic rifleman. I took my machine-gun out there and blasted the hell out of the Taliban. But they just kept on coming towards us. I threw down my machine-gun and went for a rifle. In took my rifle, mounted a bayonet on it, and charged forward with Bettencourt. We then put some burst fire on a machine-gun nest, and I gave a grenade to Bettencourt. He is just an army medic, but hell, can he fight! He threw that grenade probably about 80 feet, and it exploded right in front of the Taliban machine-gunner. He dropped dead, but a man came out with a suspicious-looking fuel tank on his back, and he was armed with a flamethrower. He set fire to the grass, and we took cover in the field. Bettencourt ran for his stretcher, and we saw our wounded, burning lieutenant colonel, Lt. Col. Winchester, on the ground in flames. I gave Bettencourt some cover fire, and shot at the fuel tank, exploding the man holding it. I then finally went for the stretcher and Bettencourt and I carried it back to a small, dug-out style trench. Bettencourt got shot, but kept on going. We took him back, and nursed him back to health. I then saw Bettencourt spitting up blood, and he dropped dead. I was devastated that my best friend that I had known since I was a young boy was just killed, but the Queen had blessed me with my gift and my machine-gun, and I had to carry on."

The Great Battle of Rome

 The Great Battle of Rome was a small battle on the banks of the Tiber River near Roman, a fictional skirmish between a battalion of U.S. Marines under Lt. Col. Lewis Henry Doherty, against the mighty Roman forces under the Emperor Augustus Octavia. It ended up in heavy casualties and marked the end of Ancient Rome.

 Belligerents:
 United States of America (Strength: 1,300 soldiers, 4 tanks, 1 technical) (Casualties: 784 soldiers)                                                                                                       

 Roman Empire (Strength: 20,000 soldiers, 70 missile weapons) (Casualties: 17,987)

 Result: Overall American victory, Roman defeat, American capture of Rome, Naples, Sicily, and Italy by the American troops, seceding of the Roman Empire to the United States, all Roman territories and states freed, and end of the Roman civilization by the American government.

 Commanders and Leaders:

 Lt. Col. Lewis Henry Doherty                                                                      Emperor Augustus Octavia

 It started out when a team of nine soldiers-Pvt. Frank Robinson, Sgt. Joseph Lancaster, Pvt. James Jackson, Capt. Carlos Garcia, Lt. Damien Miller, Pvt. Robert Lockhart, Pvt. William Grimm, Sgt. Henry Killian, and Pvt. John Gore- went on a scouting mission under Lt. Col. Lewis Henry Doherty. Doherty went back to base as the soldiers scouted, when Pvt. Jackson and Sgt. Lancaster were spotted. All the team members were chased back to a small wooded area near the banks of the Tiber River, where the team members put up a large fight, coming into ferocious close-quarters fighting with a whole century of Roman soldiers, eventually escaping but later wounded, captured, interrogated, beaten, tortured, and executed by firing squad. Doherty, later hearing of the news- decided to position his troops on a small ridge near a swampy, wooded area, and the marshy banks of the Tiber River. His very modern, highly-trained, professional troops, armed with rifles, machine guns, and artillery, proved extremely efficient and effective in combat with the battle-tested Roman forces. They held the ridge for over 18 days, after constant sniping and machine-gun fire, artillery barrages, and fierce hand-to hand combat, the brilliant American commander, Lewis Doherty, gave orders to the troops to give chase to Roman cavalry and infantry soldiers. This proved effective, and Doherty and his troops, charging down a large slope, eventually overran and overwhelmed Roman positions in ferocious fighting with knives, shovels, and stakes, as well as their bare hands and teeth. They then positioned a sharpshooter named Emmett Doherty, the brother of the brilliant commander, with a designated marksman rifle, to guard troops. He proved an amazing killing machine and a patient sniper, and shot down or killed 64 enemy soldiers. After the main battle of rifles, the American soldiers eventually won, but at a cost, and the United States government awarded every battalion soldier the Congressional Medal of Honor.

 Written and Produced by K.D. Clark

My Unit of U.S. Army Rangers

 Soldiers=
Captain Francis Wilson (Leader)
Lieutenant Colin Meyers (Sniper)
Lieutenant Henry Munro (Sniper)
Sergeant Carlos Garcia (Automatic Rifleman)
Sergeant Zachary Harper (Automatic Rifleman)
Sergeant Brandon Touchstone (Automatic Rifleman)
Corporal James Devin (Grenadier)
Corporal Roy MacRae (Grenadier)
Corporal Jack Muir (Grenadier)
Corporal Sean Darragh (Grenadier)
Private Bernard Foley (Rifleman)
Private James Winchester (Rifleman)
Private Zdzislaw Vojakmraz (Rifleman)
Private Nicholas Hawthorne (Rifleman)
Private Avery Lucas (Rifleman)




 Instructors/Trainers:
Langston Touchstone
K.D. Clark
Andrew Shapiro
Teddy Morrison
Dylan Matthews
Andrew Hutchinson
Milan Novak
John Miller
William Carson




 Entertainment:
The Dukes of Dixieland
Damian McGinty
Plain White T's
Sinead O'Connor
Daniel O'Donnell
Foster the People
Hot Chelle Rae
The New Orleans Nightcrawlers




 This unit of elite spies, covert secret agents, cold-blooded operatives, ruthless assassins, deadly snipers, pinpoint rifleman, cutthroat raiders, rough and tough infantry, and dashing and daring officers, was formed during the American Revolutionary War and hand-picked by Colonel Benjamin Church himself. They are the best of the best, the first in the fight, and are part of the amazing U.S. Army Rangers. They have world-class instructors and trainers who train the Rangers in everything from hand-to-hand combat to sniping. The class of U.S. Army Rangers will be fighting in the Helmand Province of Afghanistan. They are favored by officers and are known for their famous soldiers and trainers. 

Above: M4 carbine, the standard carbine rifle of all United States Special Forces, and has found favor with this team of the U.S. Army Rangers with a scope, foregrip, rear sight, stock, laser sight, and many other gun attachments and other things to make an ordinary M4A1 assault rifle into a custom M4 carbine. 

Above: Beretta M9 semi-automatic pistol, manufactured and produced in Italy, and the standard sidearm of all United States Special Forces.

Above: M18A1 Claymore, a directed anti-personnel mine used by all United States Special Forces to kill enemy soldiers, destroy tanks and other amphibious vehicles, and to bust down doors or neutralize positions.

Above: KA-BAR combat fighting knife, the standard issue fighting knife of the U.S. Rangers and Marines.




 The unit was named Wilson's Warriors by President George H.W. Bush. They are well-respected by both civilians and U.S. Army Rangers.

 Written and Produced by K.D. Clark

My Famous Ancestors

Mareen Duvall (1630-1699)= French Huguenot and early Maryland settler, merchant, and soldier.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mareen_Duvall

Thomas James Clarke (1858-1916)= Irish revolutionary leader, soldier, and negotiations expert.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_James_Clarke

Bishop Heinrich (Henry) Funk (1690-1790)= German-born American Mennonite bishop.
http://www.usfunks.net/family/funk/Research/Funck_Henry_Bishop_1694.htm

Francis de Valois, also known as Francis I, King of France (1494-1547)= King of France (1515-1547)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_I_of_France

Henry de la Rieux, also known as Henry II, King of France (1519-1559)= King of France (1547-1559)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_II_of_France

(The de la Rieux/de Valois Family consisted of French noble people, such as:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madeleine_of_Valois
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_II_de_Valois,_Duke_of_Orl%C3%A9ans
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_of_France,_Duchess_of_Berry
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_III,_Duke_of_Brittany
and many others.)

(The Lockhart (originally Scottish Gaelic territorial name de Loch Ard) Family consisted of Scottish noble people, such as:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Locard
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Lockhart
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Lockhart_of_Tarbrax
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Lockhart_of_Lee
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Lockhart,_Countess_of_Aberdeen
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Lockhart_of_Tarbrax
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Lockhart_of_Tarbrax
and many others.)

Seamus Sean Mac Murchadha (James John Murphy)

 James John Murphy (Irish Gaelic: Seamus Sean Mac Murchadha) was an Irish-born British soldier who served as a dragoon, hussar, cavalry sniper, and lancer in the British cavalry during World War 1. 

 James Murphy was born in Dungannon, County Tyrone, Ireland, on the island of Ireland, in what today is present-day Northern Ireland, then part of the British Empire. He was born Seamus Sean Mac Murchadha. His father, Ronan Mac Murchadha, was in the British Army and served in South Africa in the First Boer War, fighting the Boers, a group of Dutch settlers in South Africa. James joined the British cavalry in 1917. He was mustered out in 1918, when the war ended. He joined first as a dragoon. He fought in the battles and sieges of Passchendaele, Vimy Ridge, Arras, and many other conflicts from 1917-1918 in World War 1. 

 James was a dragoon, hussar, cavalry sniper, and lancer. He served in the following ranks:

Lieutenant (Hussar)

Captain (Dragoon)

Major (Cavalry Sniper)

Sergeant (Lancer)

He was wounded when a German storm trooper slashed him across the face with a captured American-made Bowie knife. It left him with scars for the rest of his life.

Name: James John Murphy (English) Seamus Sean Mac Murchadha (Irish Gaelic)

Nationality: Irish and British

Birthplace: Dungannon, County Tyrone (present-day Northern Ireland) to a noble Irish Gaelic family.

Deathplace: Glasgow, Barren, Scotland, Great Britain, United Kingdom.

War (s): World War 1

Written and edited by Keller Darragh Clark

Ranks of the Modern British Armed Forces

Private
Private First Class
Corporal
2nd Corporal
3rd Corporal
Lance Corporal
Sergeant
Staff Sergeant
Sergeant Major
Sergeant Major of the Army
Warrant Officer 3rd Class
Warrant Officer 2nd Class
Warrant Officer 1st Class
2nd Lieutenant
1st Lieutenant
Lieutenant
Captain
Major
Lieutenant Colonel
Colonel
Brigadier General
Major General
Lieutenant General
Five Star General
Field Marshal
Prime Minister
Monarch

The Police/ Military Force of Northern Ireland

1. Royal Ulster Constabulary Londonderry, Tyrone, Fermanagh, Antrim, and Cavan
2. Royal Coleraine Police= Coleraine
3. Ulster Defense Regiment Londonderry, Tyrone, and Antrim
4. Belfast Police= Belfast
5. N.U.P.F.= Donegal, Londonderry, Fermanagh, Armagh, Tyrone, Antrim, Down, Cavan, and Monaghan
6. Royal Iniskilling Fuseliers=Donegal, Londonderry, Fermanagh, Armagh, Tyrone, Antrim, and Down
7. N.U.M.F.=Donegal, Londonderry, Fermanagh, Armagh, Tyrone, Antrim, Down, Cavan, and Monaghan
8. Omagh Police Force=Omagh
9. Irish Guards=Londonderry, Tyrone, and Antrim
10. Royal Ulster Rifles=Londonderry, Fermanagh, Armagh, Tyrone, Antrim, Down, Cavan, and Monaghan
11. Royal Irish Fuseliers=Londonderry, Fermanagh, Armagh, Tyrone, Antrim, Down, Cavan, and Monaghan
12. Royal Irish Rangers=Londonderry, Fermanagh, Armagh, Tyrone, Antrim, Down, Cavan, and Monaghan

The Scores For Most Highly Trained Professional Soldiers Today 2011

1. U.S. Navy SEAL
2. Israeli Commando
3. GSG-9
4. Stoffellgewehr
5. S.A.S.
6. U.N.O.P.K.
7. Royal British Naval Raiders
8. U.S. Marine Raiders
9. Secret Service
10. British Royal Marines
11. U.S. Marine Corps
12. U.H.P.O.
13. U.D.A.
14. Marquis Resistance
15. I.A.R.W.
16. Bersageli Rifle Corps
17. Green Beret
18. Blue Beret
19. U.N.
20. N.A.T.O.

"Captain Austria"

This is the short war story of Captain Heinrich Wilhelm von Briesen, an Austrian soldier who fought in a group of  Austrian volunteers who were hired, funded, and supplied by the British to fight the Germans during what many call World War 1, also called "The Great War" and "The War to End All Wars", but was killed during the Second Battle of Ypres.

 It was May 10, 1915. I am Heinrich Siegfried Friedrich Wolfgang Wilhelm von Briesen. I was commander of 13 fighting men called "Die Osterreichische Freiwillige" (The Austrian Volunteers), and my group was under my order, by they were funded by Field Marshal Sir George Stuart White, a British field commander. I was armed with a Mauser C96 automatic pistol after my right arm was amputated, so I cannot use a saber or rifle. The Germans were advancing across rough terrain. I was in a trench with a well-known fellow British officer named Captain Thomas Wilson Carlisle. There were many "new weapons", including heavy machine guns, poison gas, flamethrowers, tanks, high-caliber pistols and bolt-action rifles, and Maxim and Gatling guns. The newest was a terror to all British forces- poison gas and mustard gas. Used by German stormtroopers, it inflicted horrific wounds on British, Canadian, and other forces. Thomas Carlisle was seen chocking from the poison gas while I ran to the mortars. The battle had just begun.

The British medical aid group was comprised of a medic and his assistant, a surgeon, and two riflemen. They came down the trenches, saving the lives of British and Austrian soldiers while there riflemen snipe enemy German stormtroopers. I saw them come down the trench, and they gave me a gas mask. I saw French infantrymen storm the German trenches, armed with Lebel rifles and bayonets. They perished by German gas. I said: "Alright, Fritz- you get the French, the British, the Canadians...but not the Austrians!" I broke open a fresh box of Stokes mortars. I stormed the German trenches while I threw the mortars at a German general. He said: "Mortars-nein-NEIN! He screamed as my mortars exploded. I saw that he was a brigadier general. I raised my pistol in the air and said: "For Austria!"

Below: A Mauser C96 automatic pistol, used by Captain Heinrich Wilhelm von Briesen.

The Three Brits

The Three Brits

 This story is the war story of British soldiers and officers from World War 1- one Irishman and two Englishmen, and their names are- P.F.C. Charles Buffery, Lt. James Darragh Carlisle, and Maj. Francis McCloskey. P.F.C. (Private First Class) Charles Buffery was in the very mobile Yorkshire Lancers, armed with a Lee-Enfield bolt-action rifle with a standard 1907 bayonet, cavalry lance pole, Webley-Fosbery .455 Automatic Revolver, and a cavalry saber. Lt. James Carlisle commanded a small British assault team, armed with a spiked club and a soap-filled sock, and Maj. Francis McCloskey was an explosives expert, armed with poison gas, DeKalb explosives, fragmentation grenades, stick grenades, smoke grenades, mortars, landmines, plastic bombs, gelignite, dynamite, and a homemade explosives launcher, which could launch all of these explosive weapons. These British soldiers were all very highly trained.

Chapter 1= “Charlie Buffscum”

 It was late February of 1916, and I was at the British Army recruitment building. I was joining the Yorkshire Lancers of the British Army. My name is Charles Richard Buffery. I was a British soldier. While I was in line, a very tall, cocky Londoner named Gus Falshaw cut in front of me. He said: “Well if it isn’t little Charlie Buffscum, scourge of Surrey- hmmm….how would a muppet like you pass selection for the British cavalry? Is your mother still the ugly Italian nugget I remembered her to be?” I said: “You better shut up, and your one to talk if you mother is a Scottish hedgehog who plays bridge with her pet mouse.” I quickly slid in front of Gus to the recruiting sergeant for the British cavalry. He asked: “What’s your name son…are you British…what’s your age…and have you served before?” I answered: “Charles Buffery, I am British, 29 years old, and I’ve never set foot in the armed forces.” He said: “Alright. Welcome to the cavalry.” I smiled, turned and laughed, saying: “Who’s the muppet who can’t pass selection?” Five weeks later, I was off to Britain’s next door neighbor, France.

 We were shipped off to help our French, Canadian, Australian, New Zealander, Indian, and Belgian allies at the Battle of the Somme. New weapons included poison gas, tanks, flamethrowers, heavy machine-guns, and high-caliber rifles. We rode the front line to observe the main, heavily-fortified German positions and large barricades.  Then we rode back to the British Army headquarters, and on the way showed extreme acts of isometric existentialism. The commanding British officer, Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig, gave the Yorkshire Lancers orders to ride in a full, all-open, huge charge against German troops armed with the latest weapons. At first I thought that Haig was crazy, but it turned out that the left flank had a weak spot that our regiment could take easily with our superior extended lances and newly made  Webley-Fosbery .455 Automatic Revolvers. I put a gas mask on my horse, put body armor, a helmet, and a gas mask on for me, loaded my weapons, and prepared myself for the charge.

 Our commanding officer, Colonel Walter Shepherd, drew his saber and said: “Queen’s Own Yorkshire Lancers, ccchhhaaarrrgggeee!” The Germans heard the call and tried to ready their positions, but by the time we got beyond the mounds, they just straight on fought. Colonel Shepherd was killed by a German sniper’s bullet, which landed in his forehead. I readied my lance and I pierced through a German machine-gunner, impaling him to the trench, and drew my Webley-Fosbery .455 Automatic Revolver. I started to fire my revolver, and shot a German rifleman through the heart. As it clicked empty, I threw it away and dismounted my horse. I ran through the trench to the other side and started to fire my rifle. I attached my bayonet and stabbed a German shotgunner. I drew my saber and jumped into the trench. I fought my way to the end of the left flank, where our new commander, Colonel John Willis Bailey, said: “Buffery, good work. Thanks to you and your saber we have cleared a tenth of that German regiment’s trench. Congratulations.” I smiled and rode back to the barracks.

Chapter 2: “Frank McCloskey”

 It was 1917, and I was at the British Army Special Forces recruitment center. My name is Frank. I am an Irish-born soldier who joined the Scottish Cameron Highlanders of the British Army Special Forces during WW1. The recruiting officer said: "Next!" I gave the recruiting officer my profile. He said: "Son, you're an Irish Catholic, 37 years old, 6'2' not even Scottish, and you want to be in the Cameron Highlanders. It sure seems like you should be in the Gordon Lowlanders instead of the Cameron Highlanders." I replied: "Be glad that you damn Brits even get Ireland! Without it Great Britain would be just be a flyspeck with nothing but tea and bad prime ministers and that by the Irish is the Lord's truth!" This amazed the Brits watching and almost entirely impressed the recruiting officer, who said: "You've got a brave heart and a strong will, Irishman, and if that is how strong your will is, then I will not get in your way." I nodded my head yes and the Scotsman said: "Alright. You would make a great hardened officer. Go lassie, go!" I spent three months in training. Then, I was ready and we were off to France.

 I was called in to disable heavy German positions, throwing explosives at precious, highly-trained German reserve troops, armed with poison gas, flamethrowers, tanks, heavy-machine guns, heavy artillery, newly made high-caliber rifles, and Reichsrevolvers. I did not have those weapons, but I did have tons of belts and packs of high explosives. I was to be guarded by a flamethrower team, two rifleman, two machine-gunners, two officers, two submachine-gunners, an officer, a sniper, seven cavalrymen, four lancers, two auxiliary troops, three medics and their assistants, two rocketeers, four grenadier guards, 60 infantrymen and a group of 30 Scottish Cameron Highlander berserker warriors. I was to prepare a large satchel bomb while protected by the standard infantrymen, armed with bolt-action rifles with a 1907 bayonet. I was ready. 

 I got all my equipment on and readied my high explosive weapons for combat. My group came. We went the  top of a large mountain. 5, 678 feet below us were  the German positions. The group started to fire on the German positions as I prepared my large satchel bomb. I dropped my satchel. We heard the explosion and a whole brigade was wiped out. I was congratulated by my commander, Colonel Alexander MacLeish.

                                         Chapter 2: “Jamie Carlisle"

 It was 1917 in Passendale, West Vlaanderen, Belgium. I was in my trench, waiting for the German stormtroopers to attack. My name is James Darragh Carlisle. I was born in British India to British parents and I was a lieutenant who commanded a small British assault team during World War 1. I grabbed my standard issue Lee-Enfield bolt-action rifle, Webley-Fosbery .455 Automatic Revolver/ Infantry Saber,  and tied a bandanna around my mouth in case of a large German gas attack. The stormtroopers came, armed with submachine guns, Mauser rifles, and stick grenades. I aimed my rifle at the colonel of the stormtroopers. I shot him in the back of the head as he fled in disarray. The Germans lead a gas attack, and the fellow British soldiers held their throats as they chocked hopelessly. I kept up my continuous rifle and pistol fire. I used my high explosives, rifle, pistol, sword, and knife. I threw my weapons away and used captured enemy weapons.  As the first wave of stormtroopers was wiped out, my assault team went "over the top", armed with hand grenades, metal knives, homemade clubs, soap-filled socks, spiked clubs, and sharpened entrenching tools and large shovels.

 I was armed with a captured German flamethrower weapon, spiked and rocky clubs, and a soap-filled sock. I set fire to a German machine gun nest, disabling the machine gun and killing the nearby German soldiers. I threw away the flamethrower and pulled out my spiked club. I struck a German officer, and saw him brutally bleed to death. I then took out my rocky club and crushed a German's skull in. The German blood and guts spilled over the trench. I was dirty, wounded, unarmed, covered in blood and mud, totally outnumbered and in the middle of a large German infantry trench. I grabbed an MP 18 submachine gun and Luger P08 pistol from the dead German officer and fell back, firing my submachine gun, until I made it back to my trench. I was outnumbered 10 to 1. I was with fellow soldier Moe van der Smut, a Dutch volunteer. I pulled out the Luger P08 Parabellum semi-automatic pistol and started to fire at the German attackers with the pistol. I saw backup come in. I then saw as the backup started to fire that a stick grenade was thrown into my trench by a German stormtrooper...sorry...I have to kill him. 

(16.5 million lives were lost as a result of World War 1. It was one of the most destructive conflicts in all of human history. These brave men fought for Great Britain. Charlie Buffery and Frank McCloskey survived the war. Frank was wounded by an enemy German shell. James Carlisle was killed at the Battle of Passchendaele in Belgium by a German stormtrooper when an enemy stick grenade was thrown into his trench. These stories are dedicated to all veterans and casualties of World War 1, enemy or native, soldier or civilian.)

-Reference partly from Treyarch, and part reference from James Carlisle's war journal.

Keller Darragh Clark, descendant of all of the British soldiers and officers of World War 1 who were in the stories that you just read and many other brave soldiers and civilians in different conflicts throughout history.