World War II
Prequel to Percy Jackson and the Olympians, leading up to The Big Three's pact about having no children. No offense to any people who lost someone in WWII.

Marshal's P.O.V
As my platoon set up camp; I straightened out my things and tried to clear my mind. We have been fighting the sons and allies of Hades for several years, and it weighed down my spirit. It was nightmare-inducing, seeing everyone either dead, wounded, or with sunken faces. It made us look like we had just visited death, and we were told how we would die, except it didn't tell us when. Tensions were high, spirits were low, and we just couldn't stand to have to kill our cousins. Why we were fighting was our parents fault. You see, I'm a part of the Zeus and Poseidon Allied Forces; stationed in the 81st Airborne division, to be more specific. Most of our platoon were children of Zeus, and the rest were sons of Poseidon. I'm just a mortal who has power to see beyond the Mist. My reasons for fighting this battle made me depressed, because I had a family, once. Then, it all changed. The war began, and Hades killed my family. My beautiful wife, Amanda, with a nice smile and gentle touch, and our baby boy, Thomas, who had a mop of blonde hair, were killed in a raid of our house that was performed by a squad of the children of Hades. This makes me feel guilty, for I could have saved them. It was a death among many others, and as insignificant as Hades thinks it is, they will be avenged. The only thing to hope for in this war is vengeance, and I'm happy to oblige.

Richmond's P.O.V
While Marshal thought, I started cleaning my gun. It was a M1 Garand, with a metal barrel and a wooden body. This helped calm my nerves, which, at the moment, were pretty messed up. We had just lost 7 more men, bringing the death count from this platoon to 23. Some people say that isn't a lot, but, if you were their best friends, and they trusted you, it hurt a hell of a lot worse. Nobody wants to lose someone they care about, especially to the god of the dead. Plus, add things like that happening every day. It's pure terror, knowing that your brethren are dropping like flies. The captain is calling, I hope it's not another 21 Gun Salute.