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Battlefield

The air around me was hot with the smell of death. Everything around me was crumbling with incredible speed, while people around me fell to the floor. Whole buildings were ripped apart as a massive blast from an Abrams tank shell left a gaping hole in the wall big enough for an animal to crawl through. Everything from the crack of a sniper rifle to a 2 million dollar harrier was fighting on the 10 mile stretch of the Gulf of Oman.

The desert sand flowed creepily through everything, leaving a strange dust cloud to float over my limp body that was lying on the ground bleeding out. My memories started to flow back to me as another building in front of me took a large shell from an Abrams. The training officers say to recount your memory if you are ever shot to make sure you never went into memory loss from the trauma.

"My name is Jack Herck, I traveled here from my main country to defend it from Russians that were invading." I tried to say the sentence, but instead of hearing words, all that I heard was a nasty gagging sound that came from my chest. But I kept going.

"I was running towards the fighting to save one of my mates when I was shot in the chest by a M9 pistol. The person that shot me ran off into the fighting thinking I was dead when I went down. He was a fox, 5'9 with a red coat. I should be dead. Why am I not dead?"

I started to feel the ground for what I was laying in and I started to feel my nerves going numb. The world started to spin and while I was moving upward to try and walk, I felt a paw reach out and grab my shoulder. The furry that grabbed my shoulder tugged hard, and I felt a stabbing pain in my lower chest. Everything started to combine together and I looked up to the person who was dragging me. A doberman in his mid 20s with a worried expression on his face was dragging me toward a brown store nearby that was ruined by a constant fighting. The store was near a gas station where a gun fight was breaking out and bullets were being exchanged at an alarming rate.

The doberman with the worried expression used very over the top motions to say his name and how he was friendly. He was probably supposed to so he could make sure that I was not traumatized enough that I would kill anything near me. He said his name was Eric but I could not catch the rest since I zoned out and back into reality. I started to have another black out as the doberman held up too fingers and said, "How many am I holding up?" He held up two claws as a sniper bullet ricocheted off a nearby wall, making it rain down debris on our heads.

The doberman cursed and turned back towards smiling as he saw me raise two of my claws to show him I was still alive enough to show him how well I responded to tests. It means that the bullet didn't weaken me enough to kill me and all medics are trained to do tests to figure out if the victim of the wound was still intact.

"Alright man you are going to be fine." The doberman said as he took out a large box with a red first aid kit and opened up my army uniform. I started to black out again, and the doberman's smile faded from his face. "Wait! Hang together man. You will be fine!" But it was too late as I was already blacking out and a strange fatigue started to flow over me. It felt as if a warm blanket crept over my body and was trapping me underneath it.

I started to flow into the depths of unconsciousness and I could hear the doberman shouting in my ear. "Pull yourself together damnit!" I felt bandages being forced onto my chest and my pulse making a rhythmic thumbing sound. I decided to close my eyes, and let the death take over me. All of a sudden, I had a flash back. They say the first thing you see before you die is your life flash before your eyes.

I saw a lion and his muscular body looking over mine. My black wolf fur clashed with his golden fur while his reading glasses tucked on his nose gave him a sophisticated look. The lion had wonderfully green eyes which looked down at me with a tired look. He started to run a paw over my cheek and I blushed slightly.

"You have always impressed me with your looks Jack, but now you look even better without a shirt on."

"Same as yourself John. I never realized how beautiful you looked when you are half-naked as well." I joked back while taking my hand and putting it on top of his. This time it was his turn to blush slightly.

John reached his paw over and put a hand to my cheek and stroking it with his thumb smiling, "But what will happen when you get scars from war? You won't be as beautiful then?"

"Don't worry John." I said while putting a paw over his cheek. "I will call every day when I get back to the camp from battle and tell you everything."

The lion's worried look faded and was turned back into a smile. "Well, now that I have you for the night, would you like me to give you a night's kiss?" He said deviously as he wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss me gently, his warmth cascading over me like a waterfall. I felt like I was flying, and nothing could knock me down. His muscles contracted and retracted as he showed his affection for me. Then he stopped kissing me and walked backwards.

His kiss was wonderful and he did not stop there. He reached out his arm and pushed me onto the bed forcefully, but with a relaxed feeling. Then he jumped on top of my half-naked form, shielding me form the darkness.

I smiled back at him and he started to kiss me again, this time more passionate then the last. Then the night started to fade away fast and time flew by. Next thing I knew, it was the morning and I woke up from a very deep sleep with a lion wrapped around me in a tight hug purring loudly.

The sun cascaded out of the window like a waterfall, bathing me in a warm light. John gave me a hug and said, "I never want to leave the bedside." I smiled for the first time in a long time. "And I will never leave you..."

"DON'T LEAVE ME!" The doberman shouted as he pounded on my chest as I woke back up from my black out. Another shell from the Abrams collided with the ground, covering the medic in me in dirt. I knew what I wanted to do. As I hallucinated that the doberman's face was Johns, I reached out my paw and stroked the doberman's cheek lightly. "I will never leave you, John." The doberman looked at me more surprised than ever and blushed slightly, not knowing what to do or how to react, but before I could process the information, I felt my eyes beginning to close once more. And I felt the darkness take me back into unconsciousness.

I woke up and felt like I was asleep for one thousand years. My chest throbbed painfully with every breath I took and my eyes blurred in and out of focus. I blinked slightly and felt my vision start to come back. I looked myself up and down, realizing I was barely clothes except for boxers and bandages wrapped around from the shoulder down to my hip in a strap like fashion. The pain came from the lower part of my chest and it throbbed painfully. Not enough to black out, nor enough to keep me from walking.

I got up from the bed and felt my legs wobble a bit and sat back down onto the medical bed I was placed on. As I looked at my surroundings, I noticed that my medical bed was separated by a lightly white tinted curtain. I listened for sounds of anything moving and my ear flicked slightly as I heard footsteps coming towards my medical bay. A loud groan was heard from the one opposite of me. The medic that was treating him said, "Poor bastard. IED got him in the arm."

I gulped slightly and felt the wound that was throbbing once more and waited for the people to walk toward my medical bay. The wolf that walked in was well built and had many medals on his uniform that gleamed brightly. He had a very gruff expression on his face, one that has seen way too much and that has jumped into combat without anybody telling him otherwise. A scar could be noticed that moved down from his gullet and down into the chest area of his uniform. It made me shiver slightly.

Why the hell would they send someone like this to me? Don't they have better people to look at? I noticed that there was a surgeon by the wolf who had a grim expression and the surgeon pulled down his sanitary mask to tell the wolf something. The wolf nodded when the surgeon stopped talking and he looked at me as I sat back into the medical bed thinking.

"So it seems you are awake from the coma."

What the hell, a coma? How long have I been out? My surprised expression must have been noticed by the wolf and he answered my question almost as if he had been reading my mind.

"Before you ask, you have been out for almost a month. Your body has healed nearly completely during the time Jack. You got very lucky. The surgeon told me the bullet passed through your skin and luckily it past in between the rib cage, missing your heart by a few inches. The bullet was small enough that it missed several main arteries to your heart, but it hit your most important nerves. You will never be able to feel your pulse, literally, ever again and you cannot feel anything in the area you were shot, but you can still feel pain everywhere around the area."

I was at a loss for words. How AM I still alive? I put a hand on the bandages where the bullet entered and could not feel my hand passing over the entry point. It just felt like nothing. Sort of like an emptiness. Memories started to fade back towards my brain, but then it was hard to grasp them, like I was reaching out for the memories but could not fully grasp them.

The wolf started to speak once more and said, "The wound is almost fully healed. The only thing that's wrong is you will feel a sharp pain if you strain it too much and it is also fully stitched."

The wolf said this is a nonchalant tone and his reactions to everything I did were impulsive. The wolf was probably thinking I was suffering from post traumatic stress disorder and was waiting for me to just jump off the bed and try to kill everybody. Fortunately, my mind was still intact from the wound. Not only have wounds been able to physically kill a man, but they can also mentally kill a man as well if the victim of the shooting lives. The next person to talk was surprisingly the surgeon. The wolf realized that it was his time to leave so he left the make shift room I was stationed and left to deal with other business.

"By the way, a lion named John has been looking for you. He called AT LEAST 20 times over when you were passed out. We had to explain everything, but we will let you talk to him."

The surgeon still has his mask on but I recognized his species. He was a fox in his mid 30s, his eyes tinted a slight green. His fur stood out rather well with the light blue surgical robes he had on. The fox's fur was a rather dark blue and his white tipped ears flicked back and forth as he reached into his pants pocket to pull out a cell phone.

"Here, it's the least I could do." And he put the cell phone by the bedside and ran to catch up to the wolf that he was accompanying, his footsteps turning into large strides across the tiled floor.

Then something hit me. The tile floor was the floor where the doberman medic saved me! I jumped out of the bed, ignoring the pain that spread through the numb part of my body and over the part of my chest that could still feel pain. I gritted my teeth and grabbed the cell phone, knowing that I needed to talk to John privately. Plus, I remembered the way though the building I nearly died in. When I got up, I noticed that clothes were set near my bed. It was an off duty clothes. Luckily, dressing codes changed later in the year and we are allowed to wear a type of tee shirt and army pants. I grabbed the clothes and hurried down towards the hall.

I noticed that a makeshift sign was placed up that said "Showers" on it and followed that arrow to the shower room. The shower room was large and had different shower heads connected to the wall. The building that we must have infiltrated was a bathing room. The low hum of a generator nearby made me realize that the showers were getting water from the water lines deep bellow ground. Hopefully, none of the water lines were severed during the combat.

I walked over to one of the shower heads and turned the knob bellow it to about halfway and felt the warm water fall over me. It felt wonderful to be clean again and afterwards, I hurried and put on fresh clothes. I started to walk in the direction I came and walked the opposite way I did to get towards the showers. The hallway started to continue, until it stopped and turned sharply right. The hallway ended after the sharp turn. I started to collect my thoughts together.

Poor John. He probably thought I was dead. I started to remember his reading glasses tucked in between his beautiful eyes and his smooth lion fur that he wore with pride. Every memory that I had started to pour back into me. My brain was now clawing at the fog wall that blocked me from reaching into my memories.

As I started to remember more things, I started to sob. How much have I missed in almost 4 weeks? What was even the day? I shook off the thought and continued down the hall while dialing John's number. A window tucked nearby let moonlight shine in slightly and it gleamed on the tile on the floor. I sniffed in the cold desert air. Surprisingly, the desert is cool in the evenings and most soldiers go out for walks and do most work at night during stable conditions rather than working in the hot sun.

I started to pace in the hall as I dialed the last three digits of his phone number. Then I heard the buzzing in my right ear to realize that I subconsciously pressed the call button. I started to think of what would be the right words to say when John picks up the phone.

Then the sound of someone picking up the phone could be heard and the soft voice of John echoed through the cell phone and eventually making its way to my right ear. "Hello?"

"Hey John. It's me Jake."

At first there was silence. A long silence that would be heard when a play was just about to start and the crowd waited for the red curtain to open. I held my breath, waiting for his response.

"O-oh my God. I thought you would never come out of the coma! Even when the surgeons explained that you were alive and had a high possibility, I thought I lost you."

I smiled and relaxed myself. "Don't worry yourself to much. I am tough."

I started to explain to John everything that had happened. How the wolf that came in to tell him his condition and the surgeon that gave him a cell phone to use. Then I told him how my condition was not severe enough to be sent back home and that I would be staying. He was not too fond with that statement and argued that "What happens if you get blown up this time? Will I have my favorite boyfriend come home in a match box?"

I quickly explained that I would not be sent home in a match box and that I would tough out the war. After all, how long can the Russians last anyway?

John listened through it all and spoke at all the right points. We laughed and caught up on eachother's lives. John told me that he got a job in landscaping and was making a good pay check working for a man who lives in a rather rich home. He then told me that it also would tone out his body. His exact words were, "Can't let this hard rock lion body get soft and squishy for his army wolf." I laughed loudly for the first time since I woke up and it felt great.

As we talked through the night, a loud speaker could be heard throughout the building and it said, "Jake Herck, come to the communications room for a meeting."

The loud speaker clicked off with a metallic tone and I had to end my conversation with John. The last thing he said was, "I have a match box at home just in case..." And he ended the call.

I then put the cell phone in my pocket and ran towards the comm. Room. I opened the door out of the medical area and bath house to feel the cold desert air rush towards me in full. It felt refreshing to be out and about. The only problem was the atmosphere. Sniper towers were posted on sand bags on the outskirts of the town and many men were frantically carrying in wounded from battles that happened elsewhere. The place that I was treated in may be taken over, but that does not mean that the whole gulf was taken over.

When I started to walk towards the comm. Room, I saw a glint of a sniper scope. The sniper was hidden inside the remains of a wrecked bus outside the outskirts and he was prone against the hard rubble. In the distance, a VSS special silent sniper rifle was pointed right at me. A finger on was wrapped around the trigger, ready to deliver the small bullet. But instead of firing at me, the sniper fired at the snipers propped on the sandbags. Bad mistake.

The snipers that were propped up against the sand bags instantly reacted and knew from the trajectory of the bullet that the sniper was nearby. The snipers saw the scope flare and they fired themselves. The lens flare of the enemy sniper quickly disappeared as the enemy dropped limp. The friendly snipers all exchanged high fives.

I quickly walked to the communications hub before any more exchanges of fire could happen and stood outside of the hub. Instead of being a building that could be built in mere minutes like in the movies, the hub was just a tent that was quickly made and could be made in about 15 minutes. I looked around to see another generator working furiously, sending power throughout the whole tent. I walked inside, pushing the flap of the tent away to see the wolf that told me my condition in the medical room before, pounding on keys on a laptop that was used for the UAV.

"I told you before; I will send men out to your location ASAP. Right now I have a trained sniper coming into the comm. Building right now. Just wait there and I will get him there with reinforcements." The wolf said as he spoke into his ear piece that was tucked on one of his ears.

The wolf clicked a button on the side of the ear piece and the communications were cut off.

The wolf took out his hand to introduce himself and I grasped his hand. He had a very firm grip on my hand but he shook softly knowing that my wound was still tender. "I never really got a chance to introduce myself back in the medical bay. My name is Charles Reter and I am the sergeant of an elite sniper force called Black Foot that works with the army. I know you have probably never heard of us, but it is because we try to keep ourselves incognito. You probably have a lot of questions right now, but they will be answered later."

Out of common sense, I gave him a salute and introduced myself as well out of respect for the larger ranking sergeant.

"Yes. I know of you Jack. I read your file and you have a pretty interesting background." He said after I was done telling him about myself.

I gulped. I started to realize how much the sergeant could have snooped around even the most sensitive files. Like the relationship between me and John sensitive. I had to keep the relationship a secret for many years in training and in the army. I never mention it around army friends and never mention the word "gay" around other furs so I don't start a conversation on the subject.

When the sergeant looked up to see if I was paying attention, I nodded and pretended to be listening on every word. The sergeant mostly talked about how much he needed an extra sniper and how a unit was pinned down. Then he got my attention with this statement, "I am sending you into the fighting with some of my snipers and recon specialists."

I nearly jumped out of my seat. It felt like a dream come true. I always wanted to be a sniper, but instead of being sent into the sniping field, I was sent into engineering with a sniping background.

I had to suppress my grin as the sergeant got sergeant moved away from the table and told me I the brief for the rescue.

"I need you to go to the buildings north of here that were wrecked during the fighting. Good news is the rubble will give you excellent cover and you can hide easily. The bad news is enemy patrols are close by so you have to get in and out without taking too much heat. And if you get spotted, it could be game over for all of you."

I nodded as he told more of the briefing and what equipment I would be using. He said everything in a total of five minutes and had to talk fast. In the middle of the conversation, he pressed down a button on the intercom that said barracks underneath it and said, "Prepare gear for another sniper to go into combat along with Speed and Terri. Speed and Terri will need to be briefed on the new recruit."

The wolf turned back to me and said, "Now go do your mission and make Black Foot proud in choosing you."

I replied with a loud "Yes sir" and walked out to get dressed for my new role in the war.