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A Historical Fiction, by Derakor;

Chapter II: Behind the Walls


The bus ride to war, as I like to call it, was quiet and unnerving. It's as though everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see how the outcome would unfold. Even Randy, with his non-chalance and ever joking ways, seemed to be on the verge of cracking.

It wasn't quite as long as I remember, the ride back. When I looked outside we had stopped miles from the No Man's Land wall to what seemed to be a shady looking outpost made entirely of sandbags. "Hey! Driver! Why are we stopping?" I yelled.

"This is where the fight is man! Everyone off the bus! Let's go!" He replied.

The doors open, we filed out scared out of our minds. I can garantee we were all thinking the same thing, home, and how much we miss it. I mean at first when we were in the Airport, we were all gun hoe and courageous as heck, but now you could see the fear in each man's eye. It wasn't long after we got off the bus that we were greeted by yet another man of soldier stature, almost like the same man who addressed us in the Airport to get on the buses.

"Welcome to Hell gentlemen! As you can see, it's run by PEACE morons! Here's how it's gonna be. You will pick up your guns and gear and head directly to the Rural Wall. That's where PEACE has us at the moment, your job is to help us stop them! You will fight until you have 30 wellness left. From there you will heal at the Army Hospital which is just over there." He pointed to one of the many sandbagged makeshift buildings that were rampant in the small outpost. "From there you will heal yourself, then head right back to the Wall to fight to 40 wellness, once you're done that, you come back to the barracks. Simple enough for you simpletons?!?!" He barked.

No one said a word, we all just stood there as though time itself had stopped. The man looked at the entire group and said his last words which still ring in my head. "Well what are you waiting for! Get your sorry butts to the Wall!!!"

I never ran so fast in my life, I mean he looked as though he would kill us for not moving. Randy was beside me the whole trek towards the thunder and flashes ahead. So noisy, it's not something I'm used to. When we got there, I just stopped and took in the entire view.

On my right looked like all of PEACE decided to throw themselves up against our wall. You could see them for miles and miles, thousands of men, hundreds of tanks, just crawling over every inch of Nova Scotia in hopes to overrun us. I was shocked, nowhere in all my years have I seen anything like it. Explosions going off like clockwork, men going back and forth to hospitals to heal, wasted guns strewn about the country side, blood soaked the ground.

"Mark, come on!!!" Randy yelled back at me, he had strode a good 4 meters ahead of me. His words broke my thoughts, and I started to run again.

When we finally got to the wall, we noticed that not only Canadian soldiers and tanks were here, but some of our allies too. That in itself eased some of the tension, and made my hopes return. All the men were just looking over the wall, shooting their gun, and repeating the action till they either needed to go to the hospital, or till they couldn't fight any longer.

I took on this repetitious action, pocking over the wall with my Q1 gun, aiming it at what looked to be an Iranian soldier, and firing. It was at that moment I hadn't realized the full kick of a gun, which made my shot go wild, but hit the Pakistani standing behind him. I got down, looked back up, and fired my second Q1 at the Iranian again. This time I hit him in the left shoulder, and he fired back. My third Q1 shot was at an Indonesian tank, or what I thought was one, this one hit dead on where I aimed. The fourth and fifth shots were much like the third, the only thing was, I realized one thing... I had run out of guns.

When I looked down the line to see who else had this problem, I noticed that most of us had no more guns. All the CAF soldiers who had no more guns were fighting hand to hand against the enemy. So I again, adopted this way of thinking. I had one more fight till I needed to get to the Hospital for wellness, I was already feeling the effects of fighting. I ran out from cover and met head on with a British man, in which I proceeded to punch him in the face multiple times. It was an invigorating, yet frightning experience. The British man replied in a way I was hoping would not come to pass, a shot from a Q4 gun.

The pain, was excrutiating, and almost mind numbing. I could feel it in my leg, where this mans shot hit. I sat there for almost 2 minutes when Randy came over, grabbed me, and helped me back to the hospital.

"Whoa-ho-ho! Looks like someone should've played more Co😨 WaW." He said. This time I was not so amused by his jokes.

We got to the hospital, and healed up, it was a simple proceedure, just take the needle, and inject it into your arm. Simple like everything else it seemed. This brought me back to 90 Wellness.

"Back to the fight I guess, man this is not what I thought it would be." I said to Randy, hoping maybe to get a serious comment from him.

"Well what did you think it would be like? A cup of tea with the Queen?" Randy replied.

"Everyone fall back to the Suburban Wall!" Said a soldier as he ran into the hospital.

"What? The Suburbs? What for?" I cried out.

"PEACE broke the Rural Wall, we need to fall back and continue fighting them off."

I looked at Randy, and he shrugged and started off towards the Suburban Wall. I ran off after him, and caught up with his strides. No bus to take us to our destination this time, just us, and everyone else, running to the Wall with PEACE on our heels. Shells exploded left and right of us, and bullets whizzed by and hit soldiers and civilians alike.

When we finally got to the wall after a 15 minutes run, we proceeded to the repetition of fighting. When me and Randy both finish our fighting we walked, the long walk, to the new outpost which was set up in the Administrative part of Halifax. When we got to the barracks, I just took off my remaining gear, and plopped myself on the bunk.

"Guess I get the top one eh?" Randy stated.

I was too tired to reply. For all it was worth, I felt hopeless too... All that time, and we were still finding ourselves falling back, all the way into Halifax, where I had just left not even 4 hours ago? All of it was so unreal, and depressing. It was then I just wanted to be back at home, looking at this fight from the comfort of my home through a television thousands of miles away.

To think though, that this day was not the last day I would be thinking these exact thoughts, for this war had only just started for me, and the days ahead were to be very, very long.