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From the Wars
« on: July 19, 2015, 01:21:03 am »
I'm a member of the 401st Mars Infantry Division. I'm part of the advanced recon squads, high pressure, lot of risk, no extra pay. Otherwise known as suicide squads. Pretty well sums up what the job is.
But I'm getting out and I'm gonna marry the girl that's waiting back home for me. Only a couple more days and I'll be on a ship back to New London, and I'll be having a wedding. It's going to great.
One more op and then it's homeward bound.
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I pushed open the door and walked through it and into the ops room. Officer Wilhelm Thomson smiled at me over the operations table. "So you finally showed up Four. Good now we can begin. We attack this structure and bring it to ground. This will hinder enemy communication in the area of combats."
I couldn't help but smile at Wilhelm's poor english. He was from earth's Germany, and it was his native language. He had to pick up english only in the last year and a half, so he wasn't too well practiced. Combined with the fact most of the men in the division thought he was doing it on purpose and I couldn't help but smile.
"Sounds good Wilhelm, any intel we'll need?" I asked and leaned over the table.
"Yes, enemy soldats are advancing past the building to get to front. We will be wearing stolen uniform to get past them. Mort has the uniforms ready for fitting, he will expect us soon." Wilhelm said, making motions that caused the board to display where it was believed that the enemy would be.
"got it, so let's not disappoint him shall we?"
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Wilhelm had been serving with me since he got here a year and a half ago. I remember having to have someone translate while I brought him up to speed on what he'd need to do. He'd learned fast, and dam if the kid hadn't saved my life on the first op he was in. I trusted him like a brother.
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The uniforms were fitted and we were heading for the op zone. It would be a couple of hours before we reached it so Wilhelm took a nap while I drove. Not long and we'd be done with this and then we'd be out.

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Re: From the Wars
« Reply #1 on: July 19, 2015, 02:10:32 am »
We were walking towards the building with the uniforms on, moving past the men that were heading for the front. I saw hundred of faces in the span of a minute and I ignored all of them. But for just a moment it hit me.
These were children, most of them only eighteen years old and already heading for war. They shouldn't be here, they should be home or going to college, not carrying Kalashnikovs or RPGs. Kids who were going to die in a hail of gunfire and shrapnel. Kids with mothers, fathers, siblings, maybe a special someone. And most of them wouldn't make it back.
And as quickly as it came I pushed it out and ignored it. We arrived at the door to the building and Wilhelm flashed our papers to the man and spoke in German, requesting entrance. The men standing beside the door stepped aside and we walked through the door way. The men inside looked up at us and then went back to work, checking files or cleaning weapons.
We walked to the singular hallway and proceeded to head for the munitions room. We were almost there when one of the men in the hallway said "Hello comrades! How is the front today?"
Wilhelm responded with "Well. Now let us attend to business or I'll write you up for interrupting an officer's sworn duty!"
The man stiffened and shut his mouth with an audible clacking sound. We arrived at the Munitions  room and Wilhelm pulled out the explosives. There was no one else in the room so we set the explosives up and verified the detonator.
And of course something went south. A man walked in and caught sight of the detonator, then the blinking lights.  He pulled a gun as Wilhelm slammed into him and tackled him to the ground.
I heard a shot, too muffled for anyone outside the room to hear, and then the enemy was dead on the ground with a slit throat as Wilhelm rolled off him with a gunshot wound. He looked over at me and tried to speak, but I couldn't hear him.
I rushed over and knelt down to try and help him but he pushed my hands away. "I will die either way, shot to an artery. I'll bleed out irregardless. Get out, I'll give you enough time to get out of the blast zone."
"Wilhelm I'm not going to leave you to die!" I shouted, unintentionally.
Wilhelm stared at me in a way I'd never seen. "Four, just go. I'm gonna die. No sense risking your life and the heart of that luck lady. Just leave a glass for old Wilhelm eh?"
His eyes were already starting to glaze over, and without a word I got up and left. No one said anything and as I walked through the snow I heard the explosion. I left a trail of tears all the way to the transport.
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A brother dead. I'll honor his last request like I'd do for any other fellow operative. But his death actually hit me, unlike so many others. So many faces of the dead.
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I arrived back and explained what happened to the commander and he gave me his sincerest apologies, just like last time. I wrote the letter to his family and had it translated. It was out before I hit my bunk.

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Re: From the Wars
« Reply #2 on: July 19, 2015, 03:10:32 am »
I went to the lounge and started drinking. I don't know when but I raised a glass and said "In honor of Wilhelm, one hel of a recon, and one tough sonuvabitc." everyone joined in the toast but one man said "and good riddance to the damn jerry."
And that's when everyone stopped. The man sitting next to the idiot looked at him and spoke in german, and I recognized an insult Wilhelm used to throw around.The idiot blanched, then tried for the door. A nine foot tall man stepped in his way and drawled in slightly accented english "My parents were from Germany, I think I don't like your attitude."
I got up and walked behind the man, grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn around. Once his face was towards me I socked him in the jaw and knocked him to the ground. He got back to his knees and cursed, which gave me the perfect opportunity to grab him by the head and bash him into the bar.
His nose sprayed blood all over the side of the bar and on the floor. He just sat there and I punted him in the face before someone pulled me away. It was my nine foot tall comrade Boris. "Enough. He has learned his lesson, let's get you out of here, someone will explain it but better that your not here comrade."
I nodded and walked out, the right ankle of my pants soaked in blood as I walked towards my barracks. That'll teach him to say shit like that when half his company is from fucing Germany, and when one of them just lost a squadmate.
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The next two days went by like a blur. I got an ass chewing for beating the crap outta that guy but I didn't really care and it didn't affect me getting back home.
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I got off the transport to see her there waiting for me. I smiled as we rushed towards each other and embraced. I cried and told her I missed her, and she told me the feeling was mutual.  We went back to my parents place and celebrated, then sleep over took me.

 

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