Our War Revision 2
I could hear the bombs dropping in the distance. 458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNOMYZoJoNq
No one was ready for the war we all wanted. I remember the day the war was announced, friends and family filled the streets flaunting the colors of their nation with pride and gusto. Fathers and sons, young to old enlisted on the first day. Everyone so confident in their military that they all truely beleived that the war would be over by christmas. That was years ago.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtFpqxKgE6a
When the men left the women had to run the homes, milk the cows, build the industry, and while the boys died the girls toiled. Communities became smaller and dwindled away, whole towns became filled with only the echos of the past. Yet this war continues on.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡobGdFtZFuO
With all of the death and the loss came the orphans and the lost. It wasn’t long before the front was brought to the homestead. Those who could stand up in arms did, those to young to fight like myself were dragged away from our beds and into the vast woods north of our small village.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOWFHAenH9M
That was the last i saw of my home. We struggled in our new lives, living in the ruins of civilizations past deep in the Forgotton Forest. Soon others would join us, and after a while it seems the war moved on and forgot about us. But without food or water we struggled. Some left, some stayed. Others, us, we decided to fight.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡef1NbzjqAW
In a world torn apart by war fighting simply seemed to be the easiest thing to do. We could have scrounged around the broken yards and rotting fields for foods like animals, but our homes, our farmland, our crops were no good. So, we stole from the soldiers coming through the woods. Simple things at first, some rations here, a bit of Drast* there, but in the end, we knew we needed more than just food and drink. The woods might be vast but we couldn’t run and hide forever. So, we started stealing guns and ammo. We stole bombs and grenades, even a AT gun, though with only three rounds it’s not something we used to often. We called ourselves the Lost and started our own war. A war I fight, that we all fight, for survival.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPOBmqS4VtK
Yet today we were going to do something even I couldn’t believe at the time. We were going to step out of the shadows and go beyond surviving. Tonight, we were going to steal a tank.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcUiLBkgdRI
“Ari, are you ready to go?” A boy behind me had asked. His name was Tomas. He was fairly new to our woodland life and struggled with talking to people. He was nice though so i would talk to him when i saw him. Like myself and many of us his parents had died in the bombings. Because he was shy he didn’t make for a good soldier but atleast he tried. 458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkMstWElULA
“Yeah. I’ll be down in a bit.” I didn’t turn around. I was watching the lights of the bonefires of the military camp down the hill from my perch on the ruins. He didn’t respond for some time, but then i heard him climb down. When he was gone i checked my gun, an SMR, a standard issue rifle. It was a shorter gun than the long rifles and therefore easier for me to handle. Four bullets remained in the gun. I locked the bolt forward and climbed down the wall.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJptzuYu6Uc
As soon as my feet had hit the ground I heard a voice. I imeddiatly recognized it as Georg, he was the closest to a leader this group had, and he came out to the forest at the same time as myself but he was a little older. “Ari! Perfect timing. Tomas is grabbing some gernades for us but i want us to be quiet as possible.”458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy559ulN9U4
I nodded.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAaoxPlQeEC
“You and me will go down to steal the tank, Tomas and Golden will stay up on the hill for overwatch.” Golden was a good fighter. She almost never talked but fallowed orders well and could aim better than even me. We don’t know her real name, we have just always called her Golden because of her long golden hair.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc8QRPxhtEr
Just at that time Tomas came trotting along with pouches of ammo and a few gernades in a knapsack. Fallowing bhind him, quiet as always, was Golden. 458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEV5DSX1V8c
“Good, everyone is here!” 458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzDP2PyWbt2
I took a few more rounds from Tomas and we began heading down the cliff, passing makeshift huts and old stone building filled with people of all ages. Some building and repairing, others on watch with guns. Most of us younger than 18. None of us with knowledge to drive a tank. The only reason we felt confident at the time was an old man named Barthemuel who was a engineer veteran from the old war lived in the old church with us. He had gone blind long ago and therfor could no longer fight. But he talked of the grand iron beasts that controlled the battlefeilds of his time, and Georg beleived in us. I was not so sure, but he had not been wrong before.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXo6Rfy3MYk
Most of the campfires had gone down before we got to the hill overlooking the camp. It was late into the night, even early morning, and most of the soldiers had gone to bed long ago. The camp was out posted at the edge of the woods with three tanks heavily guarded sat in the rear near the road. One tank though, our tank, had only one guard and was very close to the woods and farther away from the camp. It seemed strange that this tank would be so far away from the other tanks but that didn’t concern us.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8UQ3pzQY2z
So of course our rag tag team decided to go with the low hanging fruit and steal the easiest to steal tank. Georg and myself started to move through the dense thicket of grash and brush. Golden watching us through the sights of her gun for the slightest sign of danger. 458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBMyAjhncLz
As we got closer we had to move slower, the brush had thinned out to tall grass and we soon started crawling through wet mud. Around us the peeping frogs started to fall silent. Just then, Georg put out a hand to stop me. A man came out from a nearby tent, his wool coat riddled with holes and his hair was dirty and disheveled. Shockingly he wasn’t wearing any pants, just polka-dotted red underwear in the cold night. We held our breath in fear as he slowly aproached us, George gripping his gun with white knuckles. Then he stopped, grunted, and started pissing. I blushed and looked away and Georg almost laughed at our fear. It seemed like ages that we waited there in the dirt and underbrush listening to his awkward stream of unwanted liquids, But soon the moment passed and the man let out a yawn and slumbered back into his tent.
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