A Soldier's Show

 

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Prologue

 I enlisted because pa said if didn't, I was one hell of a scaredy cat. Ma said she'd like to see him enlist, and he did. About a month later, we were attending his funeral. I'd never seen my grandpa cry that hard. 

He was sent in Company K, on a private mission to China. They arrived in their safety zone in Taiwan, and a total of 600,000 of our soldiers were on that island. Company K made up 50 of that large force. They were to attack Guangdong and secure a good footing to take Hong Kong soon. 

But Chinese bombers bombed a fleet going to Guangdong, killing 5,000 men, one of them being pa. So I joined the US Army, received my training and was sent on the first ship to Taiwan. My ma said I won't die like my father at all. I hope she's right. 

And you might be wondering; what the bloody hell is the US doing attacking China? The war started five years ago. The Chinese tried to invade Taiwan to make their empire again, and we intervened. And thus the war started.


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Our Little Invasion

 "Davidson! Wake the hell up! We're in Taiwan!" My officer yelled at me.

I wiped the drool off my face and looked out the window. 

"And where are we? Like, on the island?" I asked.

"Near the New Central Cross-Island Highway. Our base is close. We will probably head to CHK next week." He said.

"What is CHK?"

"Controlled Hong Kong. The part of Hong Kong we control. Now get up soldier. We're unpacking." He said.

It was 0350, and by the time we were done it was 0700. I had my uniform on and my M-4 Carbine resting aimed at the ground. The sergeants and captains and generals compressed all 1 million of us into 10,000 lines. By the time all the names were called and the lines all orderly, it was 1630.

"Ok, soldiers! Our mission is to run up a defense of Pingtung! A group of 15,000 will go there to combat their estimate of 17,000. Please follow orders and separate into your companies." Our general ordered.

A week later, I was in my company, Company B of the 10th Battalion. Our captain, John Harrison, was very kind and hoped we weren't assigned to CHK. 

I was in the mess hall, and sat at the table in the middle and started chowing down. A black guy sat beside me and I stopped eating like a pig. 

"You new here?" I asked him. 

He looked at me, and nodded his head.

"I'm in Company B of the 10th Battallion. You?" He asked.

"Same. The name's Davidson. Uh, Private Davidson." I said.

"I'm Wilco. But my friends call me Shark. So you can call me Shark." He said.

"Ok, Shark. Where you from?" I asked.

"I tell people I'm from Louisiana, but  I'm from Texas, in a little neighborhood outside of Jasper. Now where you from?" Shark asked me.

"Limestone, Maine. My great grandpa is Canadian. I can trace my blood to Bordeaux, France. Anyways, what you think we gonna do when we eventually get to go to China?" I said.

"Lot o' fighting, obviously. If the war goes our way, Taiwan'll annex Guangdong, Hong Kong, and Fujian." Shark said, looking at his apple pie sadly. 

A week later, my company was on the flight to CHK. Arriving there, we were given elite combat pieces, which weren't anything special, just combat outfits and M4-Carbines. We were sent up to the Mong Kok Stadium, and we were harassed by Chinese civilians. It happened so quick. There was a frag slipped in front of us, ropes came from the ceiling and other hanging areas and we were under attack. 

"Open fire on anyone not in uniform or civilian apparel!" Harrison yelled at us.

I aimed at a group of four…six hostiles in front of us. I let my M4-Carbine rip through and mangle their bodies. It scarred me for life and I nearly spilled my lunch from my mouth. I swallowed and shouted for a name.

"Wilco! Shark!" I yelled.

Suddenly, Shark was at my side firing at the Chinese. 

"I'm here, man, I'm here." He said, tears streaming down his face. 

We moved up to a room full of them. It was just me and Wilco. We let our pieces control our mind and our soul, and all the enemies—the sixteen or so in that room—were dead in less than ten seconds. Then the gunshots ceased.

"US VICTORY!" Someone yelled.

We won over the Stadium. We had no reported losses, and one enemy prisoner. We left twenty guys there and headed back to HQ. 

Me and Wilco were on the same truck, and we started growing into brothers. That night twenty-five Taiwanese civilians came to start populating CHK. We all knew it was dumb, but the US government wanted the Taiwanese to annex large amounts of land from China. 

Our captain said by the end of war it would be known as the "Taiwanese Pilgrimage Expansion".

Shark had orders to go to Pingtung for the defense, as our troops were failing. But I had orders for Guangdong, which we already had seized. Luckily, Shark's trip to Pingtung was cancelled and he joined us to Guangdong. 

The flight was going went until we were attacked.

"Uh, sir, what is that North Korean jet doing here? CODE RED, CODE RED! WE ARE BEING ATTACKED!" Was what I heard before plummeting into the sea below. 

We hadn't been hit, but they had shot at us. We got out our chopper and I saw Shark pull his M4-Carbine out of the water and aimed at the jet. 

"Permission?" He asked our captain.

"Granted." 

Shark blew his Carbine away and in a few moments, their jet caught on fire and exploded just before slamming the water, causing a large wave to swoop us under. 

A ship came by to retrieve us and still sent us to Guangdong, and we arrived at Xixiang. Then we had to march about eighteen miles and stopped at Sheung Shui. We all were sent across the town, as we watched Chinese trucks pass by from our windows. And then we saw it. A large, huge truck with a nuclear missile on its back came rolling down the road, and our captain marked its location and soon-to-be destination. They were trying to load it on a ship apparently, to sail it to Zhejiang, and that's where our elite scouts would drop a bomb on it and detonate all of Zhejiang. Our spies had already warned two thirds of the civilian population of Zhejiang to evacuate, and they were doing so. 

We departed from Hong Kong and back to our base in Taiwan. A week later, we were hearing about China trying to call a peace treaty. But a day after, we detonated their nuke on them, and a peace was unacceptable. Luckily, the people who died in the detonation were only soldiers, but they were still human, so I still don't agree with it. 

They sent 1.7 million of us to North Korea, and accompanied with massive bombing, the Kim Jong-Un regime came to an end. Apparently, our papers had been filled with China as we executed Kim Jong-Un, and reunified the Korean Peninsula. We continued bombing up into the Chinese state of Jilin, and my company was called to attack Macau. 

At first glance, Macau seemed like a good hideaway paradise from reality, mixed with the projects in New York. I smiled sadly, and hoped the place would be mostly intact after the war. Once we landed, we creased our uniforms and marched into the center of the state. We all were assigned hideouts and given three soft cups of coffee, and waited for the hostile soldiers. 

Then they came. Around seven thousand came marching, and we all were told to toss in any explosives we had. Me and Shark looked at each other.

And then it all went to hell. There was a dozen explosions at first, and then a lot more. The Chinese just started firing randomly, and I pulled the bulletproof tarp over me and Shark.

I pointed the muzzle of my M4-Carbine barely out from under the tarp and just let it blast away. 

"Yo, man, I'ma toss a grenade, stop firing. You move around too damn much." Shark hollered over the gunshots.

I stopped, he pulled the pin off his grenade, and chucked it into the midst of the remaining one thousand hostiles. Then it exploded, and a chunk of rock or cement went flying at us and hit me up side the head. I went out cold.


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