Dried dirt had turned to mud on his skin as it mixed with the sweat and swamp water he was drenched in, his uniform stuck heavy to his skin as he maneuvered his way through base camp, limping slightly.
World War II.
It was a scary time to be alive and an even scarier time to be part of the army, Jughead Jones would know, he’d been in the Armed Forces for two years. It was 1944 and the war was set in motion, things seemed to move exceptionally quick when you weren’t sure you’d make it through the night. He’d heard rumors that the people at home were calling this decade
“The world of tommorow.”
That never failed to make the dark haired soldier laugh, sure maybe for the people out there, the people who weren’t risking their lives everyday so housewives could buy new ovens and dresses. The world was a funny place.
Jughead turned slowly, a lazy smile crossing his face as his redheaded childhood best friend ran clumsily towards him.
“Where’ve you been pal? I sure was worried. You never know with those people, they’re snatching soldiers left and right.” Archie Andrews growled, a snarl gracing his all American face.
“Just scoping Arch, checking for traps.” Jughead was always turned on, not a moment went by when he wasn’t on guard. He was reliable and loyal to a fault.
“Oh.” Archie trailed off, nodding his head in understanding “well, you’ll never guess what happened over here!”
Jughead knew how much his best friend loved gossip, he was fairly certain he caught that trait from his woman at home, Veronica Lodge was a walking talking Life magazine.
Archie nudged his head, beckoning him to follow.
“Well at first I didn’t believe it, I mean I’ve heard about it ya know? In the letters. But then I saw it with my very own eyes. It was so crazy! A great old distraction, the boys have been real down ever since We lost Sergeant Blossom to that explosion last week,but this sure perked them up, I’ll tell ya!” Archie rambled, unaware of his best friend impatiently rolling his eyes from behind him.
“What is it Arch?” He interrupted.
They were in front of the tanks, huge machines that frightened even Jughead, they were preparing to use them, the way the generals spoke it seemed like it would be the final battle
“Yeah arch the tanks? They’ve been here for a while.”
Archie raised a finger to his lips and shook his head
“Under the tank” Archie whispered, his eyes nearly bulging.
Jughead glanced around and noticed a good deal of soldiers staring intently under the tank, suddenly someone slid out and nearly made Jughead drop his rifle.
She was like something he’d never seen before. Long blonde hair, pinned back on the side and left in barrel curls down her back, a bright red bandana was keeping the silky strands out of her bright green eyes, she was covered in oil and she was wearing a green jumpsuit, rolled up at the sleeves. Her tiny hands were clutching a wrench as she pulled herself off of the ground, she scanned her surroundings, her eyes going wide when she noticed all of the eyes trained on her, a rose petal pink blush spreading across her cheeks.
Almost as in a silent picture the blonde beauty’s eyes met Jugheads, she glanced around a moment before heading his way. He clutched the weapon at his hip nervously as she stood before him.
“Hello, my names Betty Cooper. I’m working on a few of the bigger machines, it seems that the only thing wrong with that big old tank over there is it’s treads, you get that all fixed and she’ll be good to go. I’m not sure if I should be telling you this or somebody else but you seem the friendliest.” She smiled softly, dimples poking through.
Jughead just stared blankly, it’d been a while since he’d been close to a women, let alone one as beautiful as the one in front of him.
Archie must have sensed his anxiety
“Well we’ll be sure to let our captain know. I’m Archie Andrews and this is Jughead Jones. You’ll have to forgive us all it’s just we ain’t never seen… a lady mechanic before.”
Betty grinned even brighter, something distinctly soft and feminine about this beautiful grease doll.
“Well you can’t say that anymore I guess! It’s nice to meet you boys. As much as I’d love to stay and talk, I’m pretty gross. I’ve gotta wash up before supper. See you in the mess hall?” She turned her eyes on Jughead and he nodded, swallowing thickly.
“Sure thing.” He croaked out, his voice unsteady.
Betty nodded firmly and headed off.
“You’re in trouble my friend.” Archie slapped his shoulder with a wide smile.
Oh yeah he was definitely in trouble.