The Platinum War
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The Platinum War:
There was once a time where all the Nations were at peace, for a months time. For exactly 29 days in February, Every country in every continent didnt fight. This "era" was called the Great Restoring. On March 1, the United States President made a mistake, a large mistake. Looking for riches and power he ordered the US Marines to invade Russia and kill their president, with a fire at will order. Now, of course, since the Nations were at peace, the armies of Russia were not prepared. American orders were to destroy the Kremlin. That is what they did first. When civilians panicked, Marines shot them down, leaving bodies strewn in the cobbled streets. This event was known as The Red Square Assault, and is often the first thing taught in schools.
After destroying the Kremlin and ruining Red Square, Americans sniped the President, Ivan Yayokov. Russia then formed a small army with china. The Chinese and Russians marched forward into Poland, where the Polish fired on the Russians. This soon escalated into all of Europe, America and Canada at War.
And soon it became all of Asia. And once Spain fired on Brazil, it sparked a war between North, and South America, Europe, Asia and Australia. In this time period, only a few years before, Antarctica became warm enough for sustainable life, though it was still barren, much like Alaska. North America, including Canada, mind you, tried conquering it. Antarctica had to develop an Army, Navy and Air Force.
All the continents were at war. It was know as WW3.
This war went on for 7 years. Russia had long since destroyed their Nuclear weapons in the Great Restoring, and it was considered a draw. Germany, America, Japan and the newly reestablished USSR would not take this, but it took six months to start battle again.
And I'm in the middle of it. -
Allow me to introduce myself to you, now. I am Hadwin. I was originally born in America, in what was known as California. Back then, my name was Ace; After the WWI fighter jets. I am sixteen years old, turning seventeen in May. When I was 13, I was recruited for the Freedom Fighters. I didnt know much about them, but I knew there was a 75% chance I wouldnt make it to find out. I fought for America for a year, until I learned they actually caused this war. I fight for France, currently. They named me Hadwin.. Once you join the opposing team, youre basically one of them. You can never come back. Ive learned that America was actually a complete war zone- blood and broken windows, abandoned buildings, an eerie sense of imminent death.
France is so much nicer. In all seriousness, if there was a landfill big enough, or even still existing, America should and would go straight into it. France, for a while anyways, Atleast was determined to keep their country clean and not littered. They recently, 3 months ago, stopped fixing concrete and libraries. They try to keep schools in condition.
But France has no advantage; its in the middle of every country its against. America has Canada and northern Mexico. Occasionally, Poland sides with France, but very rarely. Germany is always attacking France, and Poland is a very weak country- too weak to fend off the Germans.
I have decided now, that is what side I want to be transferred to. Germany. Its a world power so to say, one of the countries in command. The rest are;
United States
Soviet Union
England
Prussia
Italy
Japan
Austria
Germany reestablished Prussia, though Prussia formed itself again. Austria is currently siding with Germany and Prussia, Italy is also fighting with, not necessarily allied with, Germany. The Netherlands is also an ally of Germany.
Russia managed to get China, the Koreas and Japan on their side.
England is allied with all of Great Britain, Poland and Finland.
America, like I said, is allied with Canada and Mexico, And Greenland.
The other countries are that are not World Powers are so small, they are undetermined, or by themselves.
I am sooo transferring to Germany. -
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In this War, mentioned before, you can trade places, so to speak. Like how I traded from America to France forces. Im pretty much dead to them, only, they still can kill me. When I leave French forces, it will be the same.
With France in the middle of the Valor Bloodwulf Battle, I will not be able to transfer for at least half a year. So, this is where the tale starts, the Americans fighting there last battle with me.
"GET DOWN!" Commander Jefferson shouted over the sound of falling bombs. The fleet of troops dove into trenches and into crevasse. Once the explosions stopped, everyone scrambled to their feet.
"Miller! Take James, Corey, Weston and Thompson to the Command station! Jack a few tanks, jets, or whatever!" He ordered.
Thompson. Thats me. Im going to be captured.
The Command station was one of the hardest things for an army to reclaim, let alone five men. But it was an order- defying direct command resulted in execution. A lethal injection, that ate through your bodys defense and organs inside out.
I swallowed hard, holding up my rifle. Miller led us through a dense wooded area. I kept low, and ahead of the others. On the inside, I didn't care if they got shot. I needed to help my family. I've been in America too long, I thought. I let James ahead of me
"Let's move!" Miller hollered. I was too terrified to think as we made our way to the Command station. Bombs, grenades, and gun shots went off. The sound was deafening.
We were sheltered by the ruins of America. I grimaced as a group of fighter jets zoomed over head, spraying the deserted town with clip after clip. We reached the facility, crouching behind cover, just twenty feet from its entrance. It was heavily guarded, full of enemy forces. They didnt even look depressed. They would be happy to see us dead. -
In this War, mentioned before, you can trade places, so to speak. Like how I traded from America to France forces. I'm pretty much dead to them, only, they still can kill me. When I leave French forces, it will be the same. With France in the middle of the Valor Bloodwulf Battle, I will not be able to transfer for at least half a year. So, this is where the tale starts, the Americans fighting there last battle with me.
"GET DOWN!" Colonel Jefferson shouted over the sound of falling bombs. The fleet of troops dove into trenches and into crevasse. Once the explosions stopped, everyone scrambled to their feet. "Miller! Take James, Corey, Weston and Thompson to the Command station! Jack a few tanks, jets, or whatever!" He ordered. Thompson. That's me. I'm going to be captured. The Command station was one of the hardest things for an army to reclaim, let alone five men. But it was an order- defying direct command resulted in execution. A lethal injection, that ate through your body's defense and organs inside out. I swallowed hard, holding up my rifle. Miller led us through a dense wooded area. I kept low, and ahead of the others. On the inside, I didn't care if they got shot. I needed to help my family. I've been in America too long, I thought. I let James ahead of me "Let's move!" Miller hollered. I was too terrified to think as we made our way to the Command station. Bombs, grenades, and gun shots went off. The sound was deafening. We were sheltered by the ruins of America. I grimaced as a group of fighter jets zoomed over head, spraying the deserted town with clip after clip. We reached the facility, crouching behind cover, just feet from its entrance. It was heavily guarded, full of enemy forces. They didn't even look depressed. They would be happy to see us dead. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Corey pull the pin on a grenade at the exact moment Miller ordered to hold fire. That's defying a direct order; A death penalty. Corey then threw it at the men. We're so screwed. "FORWARD!" Miller ordered, charging towards them. Everyone followed. I had no problem with shooting down a few soldiers as they reached for their AK-47's, but one shot Corey dead. I was getting at least 3 men, all armed, away from me. It must have been an ambush; once you shot one down two more replaced him by running from the tower to the front line. Two hidden snipers shot Miller and James dead at my feet. I pulled Weston away from the men, rushing into the brush. "Are you crazy!?" He yelled at me. I shot him a glance and he shut up, knowing I was a rank higher than he. After a moment of silence he spoke. "I want to die, Major Thompson. I want to die gloriously." I nodded, letting go of my tight grip on his arm. He stood at attention saluting me. I aimed my M16A9 at him. What would happen would be; He'd say the Pledge of Allegiance. But truly, it was a lie. When you join the military, you are promised by any and all means, if you surrendered and declared death, you would repeat the Pledge. Only, they don't tell you you're only given the chance to say "I Pledge Allegiance to the United Sates of America." But Weston knew that. He continued to salute and stand straight. "I pledge allegiance," He yelled. "To the United States of America!" I emptied my magazine of 30 bullets into him. Bullet after bullet went through his body... he mostly resembled Swiss cheese. Three in the face, one in the neck, 3 in the left shoulder, one in the right shoulder, six in the stomach, two in the chest, three in the left leg, four in the right leg, six in his arms, and one right in the middle of his forehead. The force of the bullets had kept him upright through all of that. Finally, he crumbled to the ground, convulsing. Blood was pouring out of his head, neck and mouth. His uniform damp and blood soaked also. It was an unbearable sight, but nonetheless I had to see it. I had to make sure he was completely dead. At last, after a few moments, his eyes rolled back into his head and he went limp. I placed his cap on his head, put his arms across his chest and laid him on a large flat boulder. Soon, someone would find him. And with that, I marched away. -
After a night and two days of walking, dodging and daring maneuvers, I reached the Canadian border. In a bit of shock, I crossed it with ease... considering there was not armed militia patrolling. There was even any unarmed militia patrolling. This was a rarity in which I thanked God for. I darted across this empty strip, looking around in a paranoid manner. During my great escape run, I tripped over a log of some sorts. When I got back to my feet, I realized it wasnt a log... It was a Canadian official. Perhaps a major he appeared, my rank.
"Halt!" I heard in the distance, judging on the clarity, just about a minute away. I took a risk! I grabbed the dead officer, placed him on my shoulders and took off running. I had to have put down half a mile between them and I, meaning I ran for about 4 minutes. I suppose I got caught up in the danger of the situation. Once I slowed, I practically dived down into a trench, switched into the officers clothes, and placed him in my own, only taking necessary things like ID card, and pins displaying my rank. One finished, I pretended to aim my rifle at him. It took some courage, but I fired a couple of shots into his body.
The team of men reached me and immediately saluted, noticing my rank. "Major! I see youve eliminated the threat? Is that Lt. Barker?"
"No, its my grandmother." I responded with the sarcasm of the Canadian generals. They returned their slight enthusiasm in for a solemn expression. "Well what are ya waitin for, eh? Go on; get out of my way, back to your posts!"
Yes sir! They chanted in unison and marched away. Not one dared to crack a joke at the slightly hilarious situation.
As I watched the troop disappear in the distance, I noticed a small fire off to the left. It wouldnt hurt to check it out. The sun had just finished setting and it was already almost pitch black. So fire would be nice.
When I reached the fire, it was just three soldiers, all transfers. Two Russians and a Brit. The Russians were drunk, they werent fit for firing. The Brit seemed quite irritated at the two fools.
One stumbled up to his feet. "General Smith!" He looked down at the fire and his friends, nearly toppling backwards. "The HLZ is down there and the---"
"Kiss." The Brit said; Old military lingo for Keep It Simple Stupid. It hadnt been used in years. I dismissed the fool and the Brit.
"Listen. This is Zero Dark Thirty; we dont need a Blanket Party, cadet." He shut up then, a tad intimidated. "I thought so." The Brit looked at me.
"Requesting permission to join you, General?" He asked, noticing the party from before approaching.
Permission granted, I nodded, signaling for him to follow. "Were you previously SAS?" I asked. He nodded to me, noticing I was allowing slack. "Perfect."
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