A General had once claimed, shortly before he shipped over, that they were trained for ANY eventuality.  Whatever the Nazis could throw at them, them and their damned Fascist allies.  Heâ€™d experienced all sorts of the great horrors of Warâ€¦artillery, machine guns, gas attacks, the deaths of friends and the loss of command staff.  The gut wrenching shock of being the â€˜senior man on the groundâ€™ had been the worstâ€¦that sudden shock of being in command, not knowing anything of what was going on and having next to no idea of what had to be done.<br/><br/>All of that hadnâ€™t prepared him for anything like this though.  The first thought was that he was dead; likely, all things considered.  Maybe that last door had been booby trapped?  Or that was where one of those damned snipers were hiding?  Managed to pop him before he even knew what was going on?  A fine explanation for how he had ended upâ€¦wherever he was.<br/><br/>Two of the men were odd enough; spears?  Bloody hell one hardly seemed to have reached the Bronze Age for Christ sakes.  One wasâ€¦whatâ€¦a Zulu?  Maybe.  And the other?  Hells Bells he had to be from ancient Greece or Rome or something.  Heâ€™d always been kind of hazy on the really ancient history.  But the third?  A soldier, clearly, a professional.  Withâ€¦such strange clothes and weapons.  Bloody hell what was going on here?<br/><br/>The voices were abrupt, startling even, yet disarming at the same time.  He found himself lowering his rifle, although it remained tightly tucked to his shoulder, even as he relaxed a little.  It was hard to relax that far.  He sometimes worried how heâ€™d adapt to life back home when the War was overâ€¦if it was ever over.  And now?  Now he was being drafted into something that went way over his head.<br/><br/>Heâ€™d never been a very religious man, even less so after a few years of the War.  Eyeless people who spoke without speaking?  Ofâ€¦ancient evils and the end of the world?  And here he was finding himself able to believe them.  So maybe he wasnâ€™t deadâ€¦not yet anyways.  And then they were gone, vanished into thin air, and their surroundings changed before his eyes.  It was all very strange; seemingly impossible.<br/><br/>Sgt Johnson rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, settling his kit a bit.  The rifle was snugged into his shoulder again, barrel kept towards the ground and he shifted his feet a bit as if trying to keep all three strangers in his field of view.  â€œSo Gentsâ€¦you all able to understand me?  I gather you folks arenâ€™t exactly from my neck of the woods.â€<br/><br/>Oddly, he didn't find himself questioning the task.  Or doubting that he would participate.  There was some sense of worry for his Lads, but that was overshadowed by what had seemingly been put before him.  Ancient evils from before time itself.  He was a smart man, not terribly well educated but smart.  Quick witted, well enough to have a grasp of what those voices had told him.  There was important work to be done, so he'd get to it with as much gusto and vigor as he had for every other mission and objective that had been placed before him.