OOC Thread: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=495570
Backstory:
I had heard the news before, always ready to debate it in my class. I was even ready to fight, and maybe die for my country. Always so gungho my mother told me. I even remember the day I enlisted at the table where General David Luberson was, looking for patriotic kids ready for war against Germany who had earlier that year in 2023 on July 6th sunk the U.S.N.S Jackson along the Iranian coast. Tensions had been rising anyway after Chancellor Finn Kohl took power under the Heilig party claiming the Fourth Riech was upon the world and his mission was to be the man to lead the charge under his name and God’s. When I applied Luberson considered me with a wised gaze and said, “If only we had more like you Andrew Jefferson.”
I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. My parents were so proud of me when they heard that my father got his old Afghanistan Uniform out and set it next to my uniform. The day that I was to leave I remember all the conversations that I had, some wise, some horribly sad, and some just defeated or neutral tone. But one conversation haunts me to think about to this day. It was mid-morning, and I had just gotten off the phone with my aunt when my Uncle came by. He looked as if he hadn’t slept that night, I thought he would tell me something about his time in Vietnam to scare me but said only this, “Be careful, a war can tear a man in half, both physically and mentally.”
I went away more scared and wondering afterwards.
My parents like layabouts at the end were messes as they watched me getting ready for the military bus that would take me to the Airport in which I would fly from there to Naval Norfolk Station and would be then taking a ship to my post in the Dokkum Trenches in the Netherlands. My mother cried for both herself and my father as they watched me walk towards the military bus that would take me to my destination or maybe my final resting place.
I hardly remember by journey from the Airport and the sinking feeling I got as I realized that I was on my way to kill people or be killed myself.
At the Norfolk Naval Station, I remember the training I received as we waited for the stations over at Dokkum to be made.
My General of the newly made Unit Gold, the one who enlisted me looked at me during training and asked me, “Why did you join?”
I stood shocked at such a question he should have known.
“To fight and bleed for my country Lieutenant General.” His face at that answer grew darkened and sad. He nodded at me to continue my training and I did. As I was crawling on my belly through barb wire, I continuously thought about his face and reaction.
When we finally did load up for the Dokkum trenches, Lieutenant General David Luberson looked at all of us, sighed and said, “Today, you are going to be entering the seventh circle of hell! The men you are today are not the men you will return as! Most of you probably will not come back intact or not come home at all! We today will not be able to land next to the Dokkum Trenches but we will have to dock down in Holwerd under the enemy artillery! This will be a test for you men! Now let go bow line and men law way!” At word, the men watched as the troop transport or the U.S.N.S Greeves left the coast and forever locked their fates in World War 3.
