I looked at the contraption with intrigue a few decades ago they said

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it was impossible something to do with molecules.  But now it’s here a fully working time machine or teleporter to any abstract universe.

Doctor Oldfield was in the maturing years of his life.  He allowed himself a smile as he introduced the machine to me.

“Special agent Cooper the time has come” he said as he gestured for me to venture in to the teleporter.

I stepped in.  The whole intruments were alien technology highly classified.  I didn’t care i knew i had a job to do.  Everything was checked and the result of the sanction would not change history at least for the wirst.

Oldfield tapped a few keys and the engines hummed as i felt a tingling sensation go through my body.  My life was passing beyond me.  Ther meat fell from my bones as the molecules pulled my soul through the passages of time.

I woke up in mud wearing a german troopers outfit. 

“Shit, just a private” I thought as i checked my rifle.  One shot with one chance.

It was a strange atmosphere i wasn’t scared there was a festive feeling in the air.  My commanding officer had just offered a white hankey to the British enemy.  The troopes were cautiosly steeping over the line for waht seemed to be a game of football.

It was a shame i still had a job to do.   The young man i had to see was a corporal and once he was a painter by all accounts not a very good one.

“Come on lad get a fucking move” shouted my Sergeant as the game of football was getting warmed up.

The teams were laying in to each other as the leather ball was gliding through the air towards me.  I was never very good in goal therefore my leg went up and kicked it out to my fellow troopers.  I had to wait for the watch to chime at twelve before i  make my move. 

The second ticked along.  I could see him on the ball coming towards me.  My finger eased on the trigger.  T stared between his eyes.  The long finger hit the number as i drew my rifle.  The bullet missed and cracked his shoulder.  I thought his allowed time to wonder why?

I stepped towards him.

“What the fuck, why didn’t you just kill me” the youngster said.

” I want you to know that i am not killing you in vain”  I showed him a news clipping and a photograph of mutilated bodies of jews dumped in a crater and put on fire. 

” I am giving you the chance to raise your glock and kill yourself”

“Goddamn” he raised his glock but he coudn’t beat the second bullet that cracked his brain.

“Job done”