[ EU ] WWIII breaks out . A young Clark Kent is drafted .

`` I heard a guy up an' teleported a hundred yards to the right jus' before a missile got him. Worst part? He was a Russian.'' 
 
 `` Pvt. Sanders still claims he was swept off his feet and returned back to base before they could get to him. Could be the same shit.'' 
 
 `` No fuckin' way, Sanders is a conspiracy theorist. He'd spout all kinds of shit-seeds to grow plants of attention.'' 
 
 `` You know what I think it is? *Aliens*.'' The others laughed audibly, but Tom insisted. `` Hear me out..'' 
 
 Clark sighed. He'd saved hundreds of men today from certain death, on both sides of the fighting. A Russian soldier saw Clark take a bullet to the head, a bullet the Russian himself fired, causing nothing more than a slight flinch. That was before he bled to death from the bullet Clark was too slow to catch. The bullet Clark himself fired from the other side of the battlefield. The sounds the man made as he lied there dying... Being made of steel did n't help with that kind of damage done to Clark. The worst part of it all was he'd only been here a week, and the war only got worse. Deep down, he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop this. It had to run its course, and the longer Clark delayed the fighting by saving people, the longer the war would go on. 
 
 `` Alright, listen up Eagle Company. We're rolling out to Crimea in five! I expect combat ready soldiers ready to push back Russians to the hole they came from!'' 
 
 Clark looked up at his superior and said his'Yes Sir!' like the rest. He picked up his rifle and checked the chamber and magazine. Only one bullet fired. He promised himself today would be the day he would n't interfere, and not be a super-soldier, but a soldier and a soldier only. He readied his weapon and climbed into the back of the truck. 

