War Is Life (Self-written Uncompleted Story)

[General Assclown]

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This is the first serious story I've gotten into writing. Most stories I start, I quit on. This isn't a full story at the moment, I may be posting Chapters/Parts every now and then if I get good reviews because I obviously don't want to continue if its sheet.

 

The story is about a young man (who isn't identified apart from his name) and his squad in Pakistan. They are apart of the war between America and Pakistan (fictional war). For more info., read the story!

 

Disclaimer: This story is not meant to represent anyone in anyway. It is completely fictional. All characters, places (apart from Countries) and events are not real! If you find this story racist or discriminative, please consult me.

 

 

 

[spoiler=Notes!]

- Rated M: This story is for mature readers only. This story contains violence and coarse language.

- Whenever a word is written like this "a**" it means it has been censored via YCM and is not the actual word used in the story. I will replace the word with something similar after the censored text.

- If a paragraph is in Italic, it is obviously a diary entry. This can also be noted by the text "Diary Entry ??" written above it.

- Any racism used will be in italics as well as I am not meaning to be racist but it is classified as a word.

 

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 1: Every Market Has It's Price]

Diary Entry 24 – Private Miles

 

Earlier this morning we were briefed that we were going to scout a small Pakistan town for an underground black-market trading facility. We were told to report anything to H.Q. if it was suspicious. Sergeant Brock says we may come across a few armed citizens. No worries, I’m going in ready, with Private Hudson and Sergeant Brock at my side.... as long as Hudson doesn’t screw up like usual.

 

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A Blackhawk helicopter dropped my squad off at the outskirts of the small Pakistani village. One of my squad members was Private Hudson, Chris Hudson. He was a young Caucasian male from California. He had blue eyes and blond short spiky hair. Well, he did when he wasn’t wearing his ballistic tactical helmet that is.

 

And our squad leader was Sergeant Brock. He never told us his real name, he said to call him either Brock or Rock. Why? Because that’s what he was; tough, sturdy and resilient. He was an African male. Brock had short buzz-styled hair and brown eyes.

 

A dusty rocky trail leads straight into the town. To the left of the trail was a small market where some local fruit and vegetable merchants had set up their wares.

We wandered over there, with our weapons holstered so we didn’t cause too much commotion.

“Nice little town you have here” said Private Hudson as he walked up to one of the stalls.

“Oh no, Hudson, don’t do this” I sighed looking the other direction.

“You speak English?” he slowly asked the merchant.

“Y-y-yes” he stuttered in reply with his eyes bulging at our holstered firearms.

 

“Okay good” Hudson said, giving the merchant thumbs up. “I’m looking for terrorists” he said slowly, “Terror-rists”.

“Sorry, I can’t help you. I must go now” the merchant said. He picked up a crate of fruit and packed it onto a small pickup truck that was parked behind the stall. He kept on loading as we watched. Hudson interrupted the man.

“May I look at one of your crates?” he asked him politely.

 

“Private Hudson, what are you doing?!” exclaimed Sergeant Brock pulling him back.

“What, haven’t you ever heard of a cherry bomb?” he smirked, heading back towards the pickup full of crates. He looked into one of the crates and saw that it was full of bananas.

 

“Ah yes, that is the yellow curved fruit. You pay 99 Pakistan Rupees for that, yes?” the merchant said.

“Yellow curved fruit? You’re kidding me. That’s a god damn fu--” yelled Hudson as I pulled him off of the back of the truck.

“Don’t make a scene” I commanded.

“Make a scene? That’s exactly what I’m going to do. This ..... paki doesn’t know what a banana is!” he exclaimed. I pulled him away from the truck and into the middle of the market. The merchant got into his pickup and drove off.

 

“So, where does Headquarters say we have to go?” asked Hudson.

“Can it, you’ve probably caused enough trouble with your banana incident” replied Sergeant Brock.

“Brock, no need to be harsh man. This is probably just a hoax, just to give us something to do. Seriously, an arms race in this crap-hole?” laughed Pvt. Hudson.

Brock shoved him, “I told you. These men we’re looking for could be armed. Who knows what weapons they have, AKs, RPGs? I don’t want the sheet crap to hit the fan on my last mission. Hoo-ah?”

“Hoo-ah” Hudson replied reluctantly.

“Guys, I see some activity in the grocery market” I called, pointing to the market stalls set up near the edge of town. A man was running through the fruit stalls, carrying a Mini-Uzi in hand. “Looks like he could be involved with the black-market” said Hudson.

“Take him down non-lethally. Aim for his legs” called out Sergeant Brock.

I aimed down my ACOG scope that was attached to the top of my M4A1. It had a black cross with a red dot in the middle. I placed the red dot on his legs and tapped the trigger. I shot out three to five 5.56 MM caliber bullets. My shots missed him and broke a few of the watermelons behind him. Some of the merchants jumped in fright. The owner of the watermelons started yelling out in anger.

 

“Nice shot” cheered Private Hudson sarcastically. He aimed then shot at the suspect. A small burst of blood popped out of the man’s legs. The man yelled out in pain.

“Bullseye” Private Hudson smirked.

“That had better have been non-lethal or else” Sgt. Brock said deeply.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’ll slap me on the wrist or something. Big deal” laughed Hudson. We carefully made our way to the suspect’s body, just in case he was able to pick up his small firearm.

“Target is still breathing” I sighed as we approached the body.

"Lucky you” Brock smirked as he was looking at Hudson.

“What, now you’re coming onto me?!” exclaimed Pvt. Hudson. Brock’s face immediately changed from happy to dead serious.

“Come on guys, let’s take this guy to base. See if we can get anything out of him” I sighed.

“I’ll call for the Blackhawk to pick us up” replied Sergeant Brock. He walked away and started talking to his hand-held transceiver.

 

“So, reckon we’ll find anything here?” I asked Pvt. Hudson as he was scanning the market.

“Didn’t I already say that we won’t find anything in this--?”

“Crap-hole. Yeah, okay, I get it” I interrupted.“So, how’s the Mrs. doing back home?” I asked him.

“You seriously need my life story now?” he sighed. “I called her the other day. Apparently her Dad died or something. She was pretty broken. The end. Now stop bugging me.” He gave me a punch on the arm.

“Yeah okay, whatever you say because you know better right?” I joked.

“Always” he replied as he lighted a cigarette. We both laughed.

 

“Guys, HQ says that we’re going to have the suspect transported safely to base for interrogation” said Sgt. Hudson, walking over to us and the moaning man.

“Hear that? You get to help us find the baddies” teased Pvt. Hudson. “So, we taking the B-hawk back?” I asked.

“Nope. We’re taking a Hum-vee” he replied.

“Okay, so how long ‘till our ride gets here?” I asked.

“My guess, probably one to two hours”.

“Wouldn’t it make more sense if we just drove the hum-vee here and take it back after?” asked Hudson with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, but HQ wanted us here ASAP and the Blackhawk was the fastest way” Brock replied.

 

Diary Entry 25 – Private Miles

We just got back from that Pakistan village .... thank god. We should be returning to that forsaken village in the next few days, after we get the whereabouts of the facility from our suspect. Well, that’s if we do ........

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“Well, well. Whatcha writing there handsome?” said Private Hudson as he walked into my small tent. He grabbed the small booklet from my desk. “Chris, give it back” I demanded. “Come on, no need to be so uptight” he laughed as he flicked through the pages. “Oh, you writing about our little epic adventures are you?”

“Yeah” I said rolling my eyes, “Now give me the book and get out of the room.”

“Be that way ....” he smiled. He handed me the book and walked out of the tent.

 

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Private Miles seems to be getting more immature by the day however, I still love him like a brother. Sooner or later his childishness will get him killed. Won’t that be the day!

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I laughed and put my pen down. I breathed in for a bit and thought about back home. Mum and Dad, worrying about me joining the army. My girlfriend wanting me to stop dreaming about glory and to return home so that I can give her the family she wants. I looked back at my booklet. I crossed out the last sentence that I wrote.

 

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Being in the army for the last couple of months hasn’t been bad. I just hope that this mission I’m on doesn’t get me killed.

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[Twig]

Chapter one was okay, but it was a bit boring.

 

I'll keep an eye on this.

[General Assclown]

Chapter one was okay' date=' but it was a bit boring.

 

[b']All intros are ^^[/b]

 

I'll keep an eye on this.

 

Awshum.I might not release Chapter Two for like another couple of days.

[carterardell]

I would say that is a great effort done by you I really like your work. I think it was bit lenghty so it become boring to read fully. You can always make every thing explain in short so that it get interest to know. I hope you understand it.

[General Assclown]

I would say that is a great effort done by you I really like your work.

 

Thanks =D

 

I think it was bit lenghty so it become boring to read fully.

You can always make every thing explain in short so that it get interest to know.

 

I see what you mean but also try to remember that successful books actually have a fair amount of specific detail in almost all scenes.

 

I hope you understand it.

 

I did and thank you for posting

 

Also, I'd like to note that Chapter 2 will come out soon. I've been busy with school work so sorry for the delay.