Sept. 19th, 1944
I had carried Elena as far out as I could when I finally stopped we were by a creek in a field. It would have been nice except for that she was bleeding on me.
About this creation
Elena Parker: John, please put me down.
Lt. John Harland: Okay I gave you some morphine you should be fine. Well... 'til morning at least.
Elena Parker: "Until morning"??!
Lt. John Harland: I'm kidding its how we cope out here with all the killing.
Elena Parker: Same ol' John just like that time I got food poisoning.
Lt. John Harland: I told you not to eat it because it was green. That's not my fault.
Lt. John Harland: Speaking of old times what happened after I left? Your letters stopped coming. I never heard from you. And how'd you get way out here?
Elena Parker: Aaww, you noticed. Well I'm her becaue I'm writing the story of the year.
Elena Parker: You remember how my editor always had the nutty ideas. Well one day he found out that another reporter on the staff had connections to the Dutch resistance. Any way he sees an opportunity to get a story about the resistance in occupied territory.
So he sends me and Robert Dieffen, the guy with the connection in the resistance, into occupied Holland like a couple of spies. And from there we linked up with the resistance fighters.
And from there we went on the night raids and I have been
piecing to together the story of the year.
Lt. John Harland: Sounds like quite a summer.
Elena Parker: I know. Hey, John?
Lt. John Harland: Yeah?
Elena Parker: Thank you for saving me. It was...uh...good of you.
Lt. John Harland: You know I'd do it again in a minute. Now get some rest.
Lt. John Harland as Lt. John Harland
Elena Parker as herself
Notes: Dang it, Elena dont you screw up my comic!! Cause I can pull the plug on you in an instant!