War Story Chapter 2
The story of a pilot and his rio during a war.
War Story
Chapter 2
After touching down at South Korean air force base. He is sent to the hospital x- rays and a cast put on his arm immediately. After two days in the hospital he is summoned to the commander of the Air Force's office. Slightly confused by this he puts on a new set of fatigues and leaves the hospital with only the dog tags he owns his boots and his sidearm.
As he enters the officers building every one around his stops talking as he passes by. He enters the Commander's office and salutes and says 'Lt Patrick Ray reporting as asked sir" "At ease Lt. How are you feeling?" "To be honest sir not very well the arm still hurts and nobody seems to want to talk to me much here." "Son I have some bad news for you the Conscripted Corps carrier was sunk the same day you where shot down." "How many men where lost.?" "All of them the anti-ship missiles that hit in cracked the old boat in two many drowned and all where missing due to the Navy's lack of response to help them."
"Please explain to me what happened the day you crashed." Patrick went on to explain about the MiG that passed them at Super sonic speed and of the Sam's hidden in the jungle that shot down both the Weasels and himself. He explained his experience on the ground running form the wolves and the lack of quick response from the Air Force controller "God". "I must apologize for the military attitude against the conscripted corps, most see a band of murder's and thief's as not worth saving." "My I speak freely?" "Yes" That's bull crap we fight and die just like they do and we have no choice most of the time its fight, die, or rot in prison." "To be honest with you Lt this war isn't ending any time soon. I need all the best pilots we can get our hands one right now. Your where considered top of your class till that incident. When you have recovered I want you to report to the CAG at once your in the Air Force now."
The war raged as the rabbits arm healed he saw the casket's of the men and women of all of the services taken well care off. The conscripted corps where sent home in small cardboard boxes cremated with no medals promotions not even a flag to give to a widow. Sometimes there where so many they pulled them out with fork trucks. This only enraged Patrick more and his hatred towards the wolves and his own government grew. The Air Force still had the right to send him back to the corps but the only jet's they had where on the carrier. Some how the news got a hold of the story and began to smother the military and government leaders about the treatment of the Conscripted Corps. Widows and relatives showed the only thing they had was a cardboard box with the name of the solider on it.
After 6 months the cast came off and he was deemed fit for duty. As he reported to fight briefing room he noticed a white wolf a Rio that sat alone in one of two chairs in that isle. The CAG walks in and everybody sits down the only seat being left in the room next to the wolf. The rabbit stands and leans on a wall and turns his attention to CAG. The CAG points to Patrick and says "This is Thump he will be joining or squad and he is an ace in his own right. Thump you may sit down next to Ush he will be your Rio from now on." "You got to be shitting me man." Thump mumbles under his breath.
As he sits down next to wolf he turns to look at him and all he gets back is a cheery smile. The CAG goes on to explain that this a rookie air group straight out of flight school. They all will be piloting F-15E "Mud Hens" There primary purpose will be close range air to ground support. There first flight was to be a transfer to a front line base in Saudi Arabia. "Wheels up 06:00 in two days I suggest you get to know each other a bit till then."
Thump turns to the wolf and says "I lost a lot of friends to this bullshit war to wolves like you, you want to be my rio fucking do as I say when I say and maybe I wont have to kick your ass into shape rookie." The wolf stares back shocked at the rabbits words. "Now your first job is to find me a bar that has cold beer." A sly smile crosses the rabbits face as the wolf scrambles to find them a ride out of the base.
The wolf returns with two bicycles and says "Sorry sir this the best I could do." Sighing the rabbit jumps on the bike and says "Lead on rookie its your job to keep me on track and on target." After about a half hour of pedaling through city traffic the wolf stops in front of a small bar. The sign is unreadable but the sound of rock and roll and smell of stale beer fill the air as the pair walks in. The bar seems to full of officers from the Navy and Air-Force.
The rabbit sits down at an empty table points to the rabbit and says "Get me a pitcher of what ever the hell they have on draft shit bring me two." "Your paying for this round I got the next." The rabbit returns with two pitchers and two glasses. The flickering neon sign says "Cass Ale", its not worst beer in the world but not the best reminds the rabbit of Utica Club. The wolf looks down at as his beer and says "So your an ace huh how many kills do you have?" "Five confirmed and a few un-confirmed but yeah I am an ace. Five Mig's with a Phantom." "Drink up Ush relax while we still have the time, I hear there's no beer over in the desert." "I don't really like beer or drink much at all." The rabbit grabs the wolfs glass and chugs it "Fine then more for me."
The music and idle chatter goes on for a while and the first pitcher is gone as the wolf and rabbit chat about home and the time before the war. The whole bar goes quite as a group of furs walk in wearing the dark green khakis of the conscripted corps. A large bear in a Naval officers uniform walks up to group and says "This bar is for officers not for conscripted corps criminals." The rabbit walks forward and shakes the confused looking corps cat's hand and looks down at his name on his uniform. "Ahh Sanders man I was waiting for you come and sit down at my table brother." The bear steps in front of the rabbit and says "They don't belong here." "They are my guests and I suggest you relax and enjoy a pitcher of Cass on me." the rabbit retorts and hands his pitcher over to the bear. The bear gives in and takes the pitcher from the rabbit.
The Cat Sanders, and his two fox cohorts take a seat at the table. "Man that was smooth thanks for the help. Sanders says. In hushed voice the rabbit replys, "I may not look it but I was one of you man they treatred me like shit and treat you shit nothing has fucking changed." He tells the table his story up to this point they drink up another pitcher. The corps group Sanders and the Blackfoot brothers are in the infinity. They wanted to score some drinks cause there where being put on the front lines ahead of the regular army in the desert. After a couple of hours the group gets up to leave "My call signs Thump and this is Heart." "If you hear chatter about some hens in your area and you need help ask for us. We got your back."
After a long walk back to base Ush holding the rabbit up as they walked. Patrick slurs his words and says "You know for a wolf your not to bad." As they stumble in the door to there quarters the rabbit bounds away towards the toilet. The sound of vomiting fill the air. "Damn it when did I become a lite weight." The rabbit lays on his coat and closes his eyes.