the_rebel_medic
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Okay, I've been working on this story for a really short time so it doesn't have much done...for the record it has nothing to do with Half Life.
Birth of a New Era
Prelude
The war had been going on for sixty two years now, at least, that's what they say on the short band, it seems like forever, and you can't go 10 steps without a reminder. That shell hole in Mr. Johnson?s yard that the kids play trenches in, the mine that blew up half the Smith's carport and Mrs. Vaglo's roof of course. This war had been going on since Hitler invaded Poland and nothing short of a miracle was going to stop it. This war of attrition had been going on for so long I think the guys in charge had forgotten what it meant to be at peace, they wanted this win so much they didn't care if the victory was a phyric one.
My dog tag reads "Rhys Glowers. Captain. Christian. 92852213." It makes me think of two things instantly. One, was there really 92852212 soldiers before me in this war? And two, are the fighting men and women of the German or Italian armies like me? Christians, captains and a soldier number so large I would have to divide it up just to say it aloud? My alternate might know. Probably the funniest part of my tag is the religion bit. I doubt that a good Christian would be able to drill dozens of enemy soldiers and live with himself. The war?s been going on so long that they just tag all of one country with Christian. Australia doesn't appear anywhere on my tags, the shape of my doggoes makes me a soldier of the Allies, but it doesn?t make me human.
I remember when I saw the propaganda video to whip us up into a fighting spirit. It said we joined forty years ago, that made me laugh. From a population of a so called incredible twenty-two million, though being massive in comparison after twenty years of attrition between the US with Britain against Germany and Italy, was still tiny. How long was a country meant to last when it was one sixteenth the size of Britain or one thirty-second the size of the states. Strangely enough though we?ve taken fairly light casualties, especially in the last couple of decades. We managed to get experience beforehand and now we?ve gotten far to adept to lose more men. Nine million was a lot to pay though. Each of them someone's brother, sister, wife, husband, daughter or son, all gone now, a whole decade?s worth of family gone.
At the age of twenty-five I've seen my fair share of the action. To be honest I?m surprised I?ve lasted this long. I joined at nineteen, and six years is a massive life span in this war. I've lost all three of my platoons twice throughout the war. Two hundred and sixteen men and women who felt like my own children, after all, they say that a company is like the family. Recently I was re-assigned to an infantry division in Europe. Before now it was always the same shit on a different day, just in Africa. At least in France I don't have to worry about a scorpion stinging me, just the cold.
Now I've been sitting in this damned village for a couple of weeks. My company and I have been harassed by artillery and it won't let up. I'm just trying to figure out why. Most of the buildings have been ripped to shreds. Just an old butcher and a lone house remain un-touched or at least whole, they've still been riddled with shrapnel and you don't want to touch it in fear of getting cut and tetanus. Disease will kill you just as dead as a bullet
That's all you need to know about me for now - I wonder what's going to happen next.
Birth of a New Era
Prelude
The war had been going on for sixty two years now, at least, that's what they say on the short band, it seems like forever, and you can't go 10 steps without a reminder. That shell hole in Mr. Johnson?s yard that the kids play trenches in, the mine that blew up half the Smith's carport and Mrs. Vaglo's roof of course. This war had been going on since Hitler invaded Poland and nothing short of a miracle was going to stop it. This war of attrition had been going on for so long I think the guys in charge had forgotten what it meant to be at peace, they wanted this win so much they didn't care if the victory was a phyric one.
My dog tag reads "Rhys Glowers. Captain. Christian. 92852213." It makes me think of two things instantly. One, was there really 92852212 soldiers before me in this war? And two, are the fighting men and women of the German or Italian armies like me? Christians, captains and a soldier number so large I would have to divide it up just to say it aloud? My alternate might know. Probably the funniest part of my tag is the religion bit. I doubt that a good Christian would be able to drill dozens of enemy soldiers and live with himself. The war?s been going on so long that they just tag all of one country with Christian. Australia doesn't appear anywhere on my tags, the shape of my doggoes makes me a soldier of the Allies, but it doesn?t make me human.
I remember when I saw the propaganda video to whip us up into a fighting spirit. It said we joined forty years ago, that made me laugh. From a population of a so called incredible twenty-two million, though being massive in comparison after twenty years of attrition between the US with Britain against Germany and Italy, was still tiny. How long was a country meant to last when it was one sixteenth the size of Britain or one thirty-second the size of the states. Strangely enough though we?ve taken fairly light casualties, especially in the last couple of decades. We managed to get experience beforehand and now we?ve gotten far to adept to lose more men. Nine million was a lot to pay though. Each of them someone's brother, sister, wife, husband, daughter or son, all gone now, a whole decade?s worth of family gone.
At the age of twenty-five I've seen my fair share of the action. To be honest I?m surprised I?ve lasted this long. I joined at nineteen, and six years is a massive life span in this war. I've lost all three of my platoons twice throughout the war. Two hundred and sixteen men and women who felt like my own children, after all, they say that a company is like the family. Recently I was re-assigned to an infantry division in Europe. Before now it was always the same shit on a different day, just in Africa. At least in France I don't have to worry about a scorpion stinging me, just the cold.
Now I've been sitting in this damned village for a couple of weeks. My company and I have been harassed by artillery and it won't let up. I'm just trying to figure out why. Most of the buildings have been ripped to shreds. Just an old butcher and a lone house remain un-touched or at least whole, they've still been riddled with shrapnel and you don't want to touch it in fear of getting cut and tetanus. Disease will kill you just as dead as a bullet
That's all you need to know about me for now - I wonder what's going to happen next.
