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You find a envelope laying on the street, somewhat creased by footprints, as if someone has grinded their foot into the ground over the thick paper. On the front of it says To - Papa Inside is a roughly folded letter, a few pages long you would assume. You pick them out of the letter and begin to read.
-Page One-
Well, if you are reading this.. I am gone. My life here has been abruptly changed by my brother's demise. His life has changed, and so has mine. Our parents are dead.. and I'm stuck in this shithole of constant patrols. What's going to get past the line? A fucking raccoon or skunk? Damn things raid our tents every night and the guys don't do shit about it. We're drilled daily, and I'm getting slightly pissed off at the bastards screaming in my ear just because I can't dive fast enough underneath the wire. One of them took it too far and shot me in the god damned leg. "That'll teach you, boy." he said to me just after. Without getting any medical attention, I had to take care of it myself. Glad I took those medicinal training lessons.
I took my rifle, scrummaged through the tents around me and attached a PSO-1 scope to the rail. I took a couple magazines and stocked up on plates for my vest. What I was about to do was going to fuck me over like no tomorrow, but I wasn't afraid, I wasn't even happy about what I was going to do. At 0200 hours, I took position in one of the bushes around the training ground. I propped myself up with some rations and camped out there until the instructors came out to prepare the troops for their 'training' -- it seemed more like beatings to me. I watched the locations I had marked on my map earlier, they gave us it to make sure us 'maggots' didn't get lost on our first day. I hated this place, and these people. My leg is still killing me, even as I write this letter.
One of the instructors propped up in his little old watch tower, leaning back in his chair and lighting up one of his prime Cohiba cigars. I would kill for one of those right now.. I took up my rifle, adjusted the scope and aimed at his greasy scalp. I lowered my finger to the trigger and pulled it. I watched his head explode with the cigar still in his mouth. I enjoyed it, too - it was like I was finally discovering myself. With saving grace, I dashed over to the second spot on my map. Hearing the bastard's voice that shot me he screamed at the fresh recruits "WHO THE FUCK DISCHARGED THEIR RIFLE?"
I took a bite of my bread, smirking as I imagined his legs being blown off by one of those heavy ass 50. Caliber rifles that those americans had. I looked down on the ground as I noticed a little stash of grenades. I grinned, Charles must've overheard me talking to myself. Plotting my escape out loud - maybe one of those cheeseballs would actually listen to what the recruits were listening and talking about.. It might've saved them.
I got into a kneeling position and picked up one of the RGO-78 grenades and slipped my finger into the latch, I yanked it and extended my other arm out as a measuring tool. I threw it after a five second cooking time and a moment later, an explosion shattered the midnight breeze, sending shrapnel ripping through the tents like swiss cheese. I grinned as I heard the men screaming like newborns.
I slid down the incline and hopped over the fence. I was glad that I planned ahead and cut the wire off the top, granting that the instructors didn't see it. I drew my 9x18 Makarov, spray painted black to confuse my instructors about if I was using the right handgun for the firing range. I walked over to the punk that had shot me in the leg a few days ago, and watched him grimace in pain, his lower leg hanging off by a skinfold. "Motherfucker." I said without breaking a sweat, and fired one of the bullets into his head. The gunshot crackled throughout the camp, as all you could hear were minor whimpers and the misty wind blowing over the corpses.
-Page Two-
I just reached our home, a 20 KM walk, not that I didn't care for the effort, but the events that had just occured made me unseeming. As I passed over the hill, I noticed that it had diselevated and had become a rockslide of an incline. Something.. else caught my attention. I can't believe I'm still carrying this thing. Hearing gunshots, I went prone into the darkened soil and tall grass. I realized that they came from within the house, and went into slight panic. There was a helicopter in the backyard, and they just.. flew away. I walked into the house, I traversed into my parents room, and I noticed two corpses. Knowing that whoever was on that helicopter, had murdered my family. I hopped into our family vehicle, and I drove toward the direction the helicopter was heading, the harbour at full speed..
I jumped onboard a freighter and hid inside darkened container without light. It undocked, as I heard the helicopter approaching. I took up my rifle and checked my magazine, 28 bullets remaining, I must've dropped one as I prepared it last night. I climbed to the top of the crate, and covered myself with the blue canvas tarp that was stored inside. Waiting until the helicopter touched down. As I watched the troops disembark, their officer wandered around the ship. I prepared to take him out, but another man -- I couldn't identify as the rain shifted though my eyes -- grabbed him from behind and dragged his limp body away. I didn't fully trust the man, but I suspected he had the same goal as I.
The troops boarded their helicopter, which was levitating over the edge of the boat. I grabbed my rifle and positioned it to fire. I took my vision through the scope, and aimed directly at the cockpit, hoping the bullet would pierce the glass and kill both the co-pilot as well as the pilot, I pulled the trigger. The cockpit was instantly transfered into a darkened pit of red gore. The helicopter began to spin and the rotor crashed into the main deck tower. The helicopter dissolved in two pieces within the ocean. I put the letters within the envelope, and withdrew the envelope into my waterproof vest.
An explosion quaked on the decks below, and I was sent carreening into the ocean. I blacked out. |
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