The Story of Captain Reiben

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Chapters will be put here.

Feedback is greatly appreciated, constructive criticism and suggestions too.


I'm not a great writer, but I was inspired to write this after reading Dogiedude's A National's War Story.

So here it is!

June 28th 1942, National Island, Northern Ridge, Wicked Wake

Operation Wicked Wake, Captain Nicholas Reiben, 4th Infantry Division, Royal Army


The beach waters stained with blood waded ashore, staining the sand. Our attack on an extremely well-defended and well-fortified beach was a bloodbath, not to mention a death trap. The northern ridge was under our control now, that was all that mattered. Only four of our Sherman armor made it up on the beach, which presented a large problem if we planned to take over Wake Island.


Intelligence suggested that heavy armor awaited us by the time we reached the airfield.
This meant with only four tanks, we’d be running before we could take cover. Air support was not an option until all fronts were secure and AA guns were disabled, which is near impossible.

1200h, 2 miles north from the Airfield, Wake Island

Our armor and troops carefully advanced towards the airfield. It seemed unusually quiet and the surrounding areas were empty. The grass was perfectly cut, not to mention a strong green color. Perfect grass… empty space… this could only mean one thing.

Before I got the chance to warn the first tank, a troop trap exploded and disabled the tank, as well as killing troops within the tank’s vicinity. From the explosion, a well timed ambush got us. From the guard towers, National gunners opened fire on our troops and fired rockets at our armor.

“Ambush!!” was the only word I said.

I dashed behind a large rock as fast as I could, hoping the Nationals wouldn’t see me. I was wrong. National gunners fired like wild-dogs, attempting to hit me or kill me. Either way, it won’t happen to me! All of a sudden, a grenade landed right beside me. I froze for a second, then I grabbed it and threw it back.

I witnessed many Royal Infantry cut down by gunners and pinned down by the overhead Nationals. I felt rage fill my body, and without hestitation, I opened fire viciously and ran to a rock where multiple Royal soldiers were situated. I ignored them for a minute, pausing to think. I killed all the tower gunners, as well as a sniper. Before I could react, an artillery shell destroyed another one of our tanks.

The soldiers were frightened, but I knew it would happen. I began to ask for their names. “What are your names, men?” I asked. A young but battle-hardened soldier spoke up.

“I’m Corporal Jackson, part of the tank crew that just got blown to bits. Skinny over there is PFC Michael and Hulk over there is Private Eric.” He pointed to the others.

“Anyone got spare flares? I lost mine on the beach.” I asked wildly. Jackson then handed me 5 flares. I shouted as loud as I could, “Anyone who sees this flare, come to my position!” I then lit a flare and threw it as high as I could. Royal troops ran to my position, avoiding heavy fire. Artillery shells exploded nearby, creating foxholes and trench emplacements. It was only a matter of time before we were shelled into oblivion as well.

End of Part 1. Feedback appreciated.