A short story I think I might want to work on. Inspired by the game Call of Duty 4, I wanted to try to write my own war story. It'll be similar to CoD4, so expect many similar things if you've played the game and know the story. Here's the prologue:
A Corrupted Nation
Prologue
Back when I was eight years old, I always asked my uncle what it was like to fight in the Vietnam War. Whenever I did, he tried to change the subject. I tried to ask during dinner, during a holiday party, hell, even right when I woke up at eight in the morning, but my uncle remained silent about it. It made me ask my aunt the same question, which ended up getting me the answer. All she told me was that you should never want to fight in wars, or else your life will be corrupted.
Corruption. That word meant a lot to me when my aunt told me that word. It was much better to use than "really messed up" or "ruined". My friends thought it was weird and too long at the time, but I still used it over the more common words. It became such a habit of mesaying that that my life-long friends used that word too. The only problem was that at the time that our teachers in middle and high school hated that word. The reason why? We didn't know at the time.
Then came to the part in high school where you don't know what you want to be. I don't know what my friend was on or what he put in my awful school milk, but he recommended that we all join the U.S. Army. After what Aunt told me about my Polish uncle, I didn't want to be anywhere near a sign-up post, but with high school ending and with us having no job opportunities, the U.S. Army was our best bet at college and money.
We needed money badly. We never took jobs during high school, for our countless projects kept us busy, so we needed to attend something that could get us some good money and experience. After all, all those Army commercials you saw every other day said it would tell you it was the experience of a lifetime.
All five of us signed at a base in the middle of New Mexico called Fort Buchanan, named after the fifteenth American president. We took our rough training exercises daily in the blazing heat of New Mexico's desert-like weather. At one time, all five of us thought we couldn't make it through the basic training course. That caused one of us, Tyler Minsh, to quit the course. The other four, including me, continued and eventually got used to the training. The only thing that we never got used to was when the higher-ranked corporals treated us like rookies on an NFL team.
The final test happened a year ago, then came graduation for all of us. It felt good then, knowing that you passed the annoying part of being in the U.S. Army. But then something awkward happened with the four of us. We didn't want to leave. We were used to liking the Army and the people in it that helped us become more confident and strong, or "Army Strong" on those commercials. After the graduation party ended, we let our sergeant know that we wanted to remain in the U.S. Army. Every now and then we were shipped to foreign countries to do small skirmishes that involved from protecting a diplomat to striking down a rebel base. The best part was that not one of the men or woman in our squad was killed during those skirmishes.
Tonya Miranda, who had the looks of her Arab mother and the attitude of her Spanish father, is one of the two girls of the four of us. She was promoted to corporal before any of us did for her extraordinary aim with an M9 pistol, silencer or not. The drill sergeant said she could hit a target at the same range as a soldier with any machine gun with a scope, and that's pretty far. Back home in Oregon, she was a girl who you wouldn't want to tick off, for her anger and toughness make her like her father. Because of her toughness, we often were left alone by those who wanted to pick on the weak.
Gabriel Doss, an African-American who knew what to do in difficult times, is the other boy of the four of us. He came from New Orleans before he met us in the sixth grade. That was before Hurricane Katrina came and destroyed his old home completely. He was known to be a funny guy among the newcomers and an outgoing friend among the experienced ones. He was also known at Fort Buchanan as the best boxer there. He knocked out the current fort's best in four rounds and won lots of respect, even from the higher ranked staff, after that match. Back home, he was basically the same and never changed, so it wasn't surprising when those events at the fort happened.
Jin Morica, a Chinese and kind one, was the other girl of the four of us. She was born in the country while her parents were new immigrants there. I knew her the longest, for she was my neighbor until I was about nine or ten, yet we still attended the same schools for the remainder of the years. She acted like a tomboy most of the time, especially how she hated wearing too much makeup. When we had more freedom in the fort, she was at the shooting range longer than the three of us combined. She used a variety of weapons from M9 pistols to M21 sniper rifles. She believed that training so much would "end up saving our asses someday".
Me? I was named Kevin Krovynski, after my Polish dad before he died. I didn't change or mature too much over the years since I heard that changing into someone different can often be a bad thing. I'm only mature when I need to be, well, most of the time. I think because of that is why I never had a girlfriend in my life. You'd think I would, being in the U.S. Army and all, but I guess it isn't like that all the time. I lived in Portland, Oregon, all throughout my life. I only left the state once before heading to New Mexico, and that was when I went north enough to Washington in my beat up 1980s Ford because I was bored. I always wanted to travel to California and Nevada sometime in my life, but sadly, I flew over one of those states in the commercial flight plane. I wished we landed halfway in one of those states and had the time to walk around the state, but nope, we flew the whole way there.
While I did those missions in foreign countries, I always wondered what Uncle would think and say if he was there with me. I know he fought in the Vietnam War, but the worst I've heard about that war was just strong words. The veterans always say "you can never imagine the experience". The worst I can think of war is imagining movies like Saving Private Ryan and Black Hawk Down, but the Vietnam veterans say it isn't the same in their case. I've never seen anyone die yet in any of those missions, dangerous or extreme, so I guess I'm no real soldier yet, none of the four of us. We were thinking when that would happen and how it would actually feel like, but after what'll happen in a certain place at a certain time, none of our lives would be the same.
It was a normal Sunday in Fort Buchanan. We were waiting for the NFL games to start in the morning while watching the news to see if anything else negative happened in the world, like another local murder and/or natural disaster, you know, because the world is so awful and painful these days. Okay, enough sarcasm. I was right about the negative news, but this was something you didn't see everyday. It got the attention of everyone in the fort, including the Colonel Jeff "Fearless" Anthony, and every television in the fort was on. A massive coup in Germany took place and all leaders, including Prime Minister Roudolf, were executed on live television. The speaker gave a speech on how Nazi Germany and Adolf Hitler were the best things to happen in our time and blames all Allied countries for the loss of it. The entire speech was translated to the language where the news was sent to:
"When Adolf Hitler rose to power, a united empire was underway. The man's dream was to create an empire under one to unite all countries under one ultimate rule, and you countries decide to oppose this ultimate achievement by uniting for a little bit and destroying him and his empire. But you failed to destroy his people's dreams and so Hitler's dream shall continue. Nazi Germany shall rise again from the depths of Earth. Even if it takes us a thousand years, we will create the ultimate international empire the world has ever seen. We have the smartest people in the world as our generals, the best shooters as our soldiers, and the most wise as our new political leaders. All countries who wish to support the new Nazi Germany are welcome to ally themselves with trade and weapons as the main offerings. Those who oppose and reject are enemies and will be the first targets of invasion. We've been planning and organizing this coup now for twelve years underground, and it has now proved that patience and determination can help achieve the seemingly-impossible goals. And this is what we're rewarded with..." At the end of the horrible speech, he shot every tied-up democratic leader of Germany with a classic World War II Luger as a tradition to Nazi Germany back from the 1930s and 40s. The shooting itself was censored by every news station and the end of the speech continued with more armed Nazi-Loyalists marching behind the speaker with sunglasses that covered his eyes completely:
"You left us in ruin after the second World War divided and confused. One side under the United Nations and the other under the Soviet Union. When that wall came down and Germany united once again, we saw that Nazi Germany and be once more. We started doing the serious gatherings and planning after a few years the Berlin Wall collapsed. After the men and supplies were organized, we now had our own Nazi army and slowly took over the entire country. Fighting in near-perfect battles against these untrained guards and soldiers of Germany, it proved how weak the country became after Adolf Hitler's life withered away. Well, now his dream is reborn. We dare all countries to challenge us with everything they have. They won't take it though because of their need to protect the innocent people in the cities still. That's all of your weaknesses; the caring of the enemies' economy and lifestyle. And because of that major weakness, you'll never prevail in ruining this dream for a second time. We dare
you to conquer that weakness. Good day now." And with that speech, we knew how the U.S. government would react to that threat. Within the next few minutes, our base commander gave the orders to ship out all available troops fully-trained to the nearest airport and prepare to be shipped into any of the countries surrounding Germany.
(Please let me know if I make a certain mistake or need improvement on something. Thanks for reading!)
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