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War Story

Chapter 1

Terrorism and hatred was the cause of this war. Nearly five years ago after the chemical attack on half the crops where poisoned and the land unusable for years to come. This fact drove the price of all food meat and vegetables to unseen heights. Many of the animals turned to there basic instincts due to the lack of food. Cannibalism become a common practice in many of the 3rd world country's.

The radical religious group called "The Wolves of Nature" was blamed for the attack. The group denied it and blamed the attack on the country's in NATO. As the world fell into chaos the followers of the wolves of nature grew. The governments of Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran, North Korea, Vietnam, came under there control. They preached of a world to come with no borders and control by the predators. There hatred for the herbivores was made clear as the breeding camps sprung up in there territory's.

As the wolves strength grew there attacks grew more violent. The embassy's of NATO country's in the middle east and Asia where attacked and the dignitary's and soldiers where eaten alive in front of the international press. The United States acted quickly to enact embargo's and no fly zones where placed over the Wolves territory's. The United States forces where spread to thin. The U.S. Called for NATO to come up with a joint force to stop the wolves from gaining more territory. Many of the Europeans country's responded but Russia and China did not.

Before the war started the young pilot rose quickly in the ranks. The at the rank of Air Force Lieutenant by the age of 21 he was the star pupil of his day. One year before the attacks on the crops he was flying a brand new F-22 at an airshow. He is relaxed as he fly's through his routine, spins and tight turns and a full vertical burn. As he makes his approach to the runway the avionics of the jet stalls all power dies the flaps are not responding, the jet reboots itself and veers toward the left. Try as he might he could not stop the plane from coming into the crowd. He punches out the canopy blowing up into the sky as the ejection seats kicks him up away from the jet.

Because of the accident many where killed or wounded, the press called it the Air Force's greatest folly. The press never knew the main cause of the accident but they knew who to blame. The bunny laid down on the coach the female skunk asked him "What is your name?" The bunny turned his head and looked at her and said "You know my name lady its Pat and I killed about 30 people 2 weeks ago." The Air Force shrink was just going through the motions he knew he was going to get discharged. "Well how do you feel?" "Jesus Christ I feel like shit what do you expect?" "Calm down now Pat" she says as she scribbles some notes on her pad. After an hour of us-less banter she diagnoses him with depression and anxiety and deems him unfit to serve.

The Air Force discharged him on medical terms. He has mandatory weekly visits with a shrink at the VA hospital in central New York. He takes 6 pills for depression and anxiety, some he takes to help him sleep. Many of his military friends abandon him, he moves back home with his parents. The people who knew him seemed to scatter away because of his now ill gained reputation. After his mandatory VA visits are over he jumps on his motorcycle and heads down south.

It has been nearly 8 years after his discharge. The bunny is now dependent on his meds to sleep and wake up. He works in a small motorcycle repair shop year round. His love of bikes has got him threw some of the tough times. Motorcycle's became more popular once the food crisis started so business was steady. Gas was now five dollars a gallon just as high as the price of milk. He now owns a small trailer and 5 acres of land. He grows carrots, tomatoes, potatoes, and hops. The land is not the best for growing but it gives him an extra supply of food.

He has put on some weight sine the Air force days. His favorite hobby's now is brewing his own beer and surfing the net and watching TV. He sits down to his favorite movie "Clerks" he sips on his beer and then the phone rings. "Hello?"Is former Air-force Lt Patrick Ray" "Yes it is and emphasis on the former." "Mr. Ray your are to enlist with the conscripted volunteer corps or face punishment on the charges of 30 counts of murder in the first degree." His heads to the door to jump on his R1 to get as far away as he could. He was already to late two black suvs where already in his driveway. Guns drawn the suited men headed for his door. He sighs and heads over to his fridge grabbing one more beer and chugging while they entered the room. "Ok boys I will go with you just let me finish this."

The conscripted volunteer corps was barley volunteer at all most came from criminal backgrounds the worst of the all services forced to serve 2 years in the shit. After your tour all crimes against you would be forgiven with a chance to re enter the service or be honorably discharged with a payment of $250,000.

The former Vietnam era carrier which is now know as the Shit Tub to all in the Navy. The only vessel of the conscripted corps was the laughing stock off the services. The ship was fitted with the least equipment possible only up to Vietnam era specs. 12 F-4 Phantom 2 D's was all that it carried. The Phantoms where broken down into two wings, "Jolly Rogers" fighter escort squad with the wolf skull and cross bones markings tail code ST, and the "Wild Weasels" ground support squad.

After 6 months on the ship Patrick became flight lead for the Jolly Rogers. His "Rio" John "Hopper" Jackson did his job well always glued to the radar and radio they worked well as a team. They had become aces in there own right 5 MiG 21's to there name. In all honesty they had been very lucky it seemed like all the jets of the wolves where over 30 years old much like the Phantoms. The flights went smoothly over the last week not a hint of aggression in the sky. The weasels where dropping napalm in support of the conscripted corps ground forces.

Then on the day of the 6th of May 2019, became the worst day of Pat's life and became a horrible bruise on the US and conscripted corps forces. The sky's over North Korea where clear that day the escort duty was routine. One escort and two ground attack jets. As they approached the target area "Hopper to weasel Paws do you have an aircraft pick up on radar?" "Positive on that Hopper single aircraft coming in fast, very fast." "Weasels one and two hit the deck and continue with the mission I will cover and intercept" said Pat.

"Thump this isn't a MiG 21 here where dealing with a 29 at least.""OK lets drop the tanks and meet him"

"Thump coming in fast our vector and he hasn't deviated since pick up.""Hes almost in missile range" "Roger that Hop arming sidewinder" "Fire" Patrick pushes the button to fire the missile and nothing happens. The incoming aircraft streaks by only yards away they can only see the black body and red wings streak by. "What the fuck was that is he coming around?""Negative Thump hes staying on the same vector.""Damn it hes heading for the carrier."

Warning lights flash as the radio cackles to life "Weasel one to Hopper Weasel two is down we have got sams incoming, Shit we have been hit I am punching out" As this is going on Patrick turns and burns to pursue the unknown. jet. A sam streaks by them to the left. "Thump you better get our ass's outta here or where wolf bait." The next sam smashes into the rear of the phantom., it starts to spiral down as they punch out. There chutes open as they float down into the jungle.

They land a few yards away from each other there seats and chutes hung up in the thick jungle canopy. Patrick cuts himself down and falls to the ground. He pulls out the emergency radio clicks it on and pulls out his map "Calling God calling God" "This is God identify" "This Jolly Roger 01 my Rio and I where shot down in combat area A-2" "Wild Wease1 and 2 also down unsure of there location""We have your location and signal loud and clear" The radio goes silent for a moment "God here move to position C-3 and await pickup in 24 hours." "24 hours the wolves will be on us by then God." "We have no extra resources to spend on you conscripted guys, I repeat C-3 in 24 hours God out"

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Patrick says to himself. "Hopper can you get down from there Hopper wake up man." There is no response from the rabbit still hanging in the tree. After several attempts to climb the tree Patrick resorts to other methods. "Damn you Hopper wake up!" Patrick shouts. Hopper moves his head slowly and says "Shit man I am coming down now" he cuts lose the straps and hangs on the limbs of the tree and works his way down.

"Hop you and I are heading to C-3 and going to hole up for 24 hours till pickup" The sound of footsteps come threw the jungle. The language that is being spoken is unknown to the pilots but can be clearly heard. The rabbits hustle out of the area and toward there pick up point. As the wolves and cats approach the the pilots seats they shout and running foot steps are heard through out the jungle. The rabbits crash through the jungle brush to find a small stream running towards the direction of there pick up point.

Hop points down the stream "No way man its to open they will see us for sure" The scramble to the far bank into the brush. The sounds of shouting and footsteps crashing through the jungle come nearer to the stream. "Down man stay down." "Ok Hop" They pear through the plants at the edge of the stream a pair of cats and wolves walk into the bed of the stream. They speak amongst them selves the cats heading one way up the stream and wolves toward the pick up point. A fifth enemy crashes through the bush, a massive black wolf holds a RPD like it was and Ak-47. He looks up and down the stream then heads to the other bank of the stream, he sniffs the air around him.

The rabbits look at each other and pull out there knives, its kill or be killed now. The rabbits move slowly towards the wolf. Hop gets the drop on the wolf and jumps on his back. He swings his knife and slams it into the wolves shoulder. Growling the wolf hip tosses the rabbit off his back and hard into a tree. The sound of breaking bones only enrages Patrick as he jumps and kicks the wolf in the chest. The wolf stumbles back and drops his gun, Pat charges again knife in hand ready to kill the wolf. Patrick takes a swipe at the wolfs chest, barring his claws the wolf swipes back. The wolf then grabs the rabbits arm and picks the rabbit up into the air. The wolf howls as loud as he can and swings the rabbit into a tree breaking the rabbits arm. The sound of multiple gun shots fill the air, the wolf falls to a heap on the ground. Thump sees Hop his leg twisted in the wrong direction holding up his pistol pulling the trigger.

Click, click, click, click, the empty gun sounds like. "Hop you got him Hop" Patrick says as he leans close to his friend. "I cant feel my legs man I cant get them to move" Hop says. "He points to the RPD and says, "Hand that to me man, you get the hell out of here." Pat says "No man lets get out of here."

"NO man leave its time I paid for my crimes your the only innocent one in the crops." The howling has attracted more wolves as they call back from a distance. Pat props the gun next to the tree and puts Hop's arm around it and his finger onto the trigger. "Give em hell buddy" Pat says as he pulls the dog tags off Hop's neck. "We will always be aces." Patrick runs away as the howling get's closer.

Hop sits at the tree his thoughts go back to the accident that put him in the corps Like all the other nites before his drinking problems seemed of no issue driving home. His Chevy truck hustling along at 70 mph on the highway. The truck swerve's back and forth as he try's to keep himself steady. As he swerves to the edge of a road he isn't fast enough to move out of the way of the mini van with a flat tire on the side of the road. The cat trying to change the tire is hit by the truck and is slammed into the side of the van. The van falls into the ditch and then the screaming starts the van catches on fire trapping the 2 children and mother inside.

The sound of the wolves making it up the bank come closer to Hop. His finger on the trigger he screams "Come and get me you fucking bitches" He pulls the trigger as a wolf comes into site. He screams and holds down the trigger the wolf drops. He see's no one else come near him only the sound he hears is the sound of a grenade hitting the ground and a then a bright flash that ends his life.

Patrick here's the gunfire and the sound of an explosion and he knows its over. Crashing threw the jungle tears stream down his face. It has been 12 hours since the crash and darkness has fallen over the jungle. He sits to rest for a moment still in a lot of pain due to his broken arm. He puts the dog tags around his neck and stands back up to move on again. The nite makes for hard going in the jungle the moon and the stars give little to no lite through the trees After almost six hours of walking the dawn breaks and the clouds in the sky open up drenching the jungle floor.

He reaches area C-3 an open field where the jungle was boomed out and barren. He hides at the edge of the tree line. He turns on his radio "Calling God this is Jolly Roger 01" there is no response. After multiple try's he hears nothing back. "Jolly Roger 01 this is Angel of Death we are near your area and will come in for the pickup." "Intelligence says a large force of wolves is coming your way" "Our eta is 20 minutes" "Affirmative Angel the sooner the better."

15 minutes later the sound of the wolves catch the rabbits ear's. He watches turns behind him to see the wolves moving in the jungle. The sound of a helicopter fills the air as it lands Patrick starts running for the clearing. The wolves rush toward the sound. The Huey barley touches down as Patrick runs to the open door. He shouts to the door gunner "We got company!" As they take off some of the wolves make it to the clearing firing upwards at the chopper. The door gunner responds buy firing off the mini gun at the group cutting down 5 wolves as they took off.