The Brother's War
#1 of The Brother's War
The Brother's war.
Written by Dobb
The Wages Of Sin Is Death
-Roman 6:23
Prologue.
"Wake up, come on!"
His eyes started opening, slowly...calmly.
"We got to move now, we're late!"
Oh for God Sakes he thought, what can be more important than slee-wait, today.... on 0800 hours...we are to head out...
"OH NO!" He shouted
"Damn right no, O'Riley is not gonna be so happy that we're still in the bunk." said the man, still wearing his uniform.
He quickly got up and scours the floor for his boots. But due to last night's ordeal, he had a bad hangover and he is not the only one to have it.
"I knew it I shouldn't let you made me drink 5 bottles of Scottish ale and have some fun with those cats...now my heads feel like the krauts jumping up and down on me..." as he was going to finish his sentence he was interrupted.
"What have we here? Two blokes having a too much of a good time last night eh? Well.... MOVE IT! DOUBLE TIME! THOSE JERRIES ARE GONNA LAUGH AT YOUR SCRAWNY ARSE TO DEATH INSTEAD OF FIGHTING US AT THE FRONTLINES!"
It was Sergeant Tommy O'Riley, a tough nailed bloodhound training officer who's been training Rudolf and Rupert Lee the Doberman pinschers and the rest of the squad. The two corporals quickly dressed up and clicked to their heels shouting sorry sir.
"Well, because of you, we're late 15 minutes! Now get your fucking gear and MOVE OUT! THE DAMN TRUCKS IS WAITING FOR YOU BASTARDS!"Shouted the Droopy eyed sergeant.
The two Asian brothers quickly grab their pack which is weight more than 20 kilos and rushed out to the door and get their Lee-Enfield Rifles, the men in their uniform always joke about the brothers because of the surname "Lee" and the rifle's name. The brother's rifles are quite different than others, their rifles are equipped with bipods and a suppressor because they were trained as snipers since they were enlisted into the British army. They were proud to serve the British than the Wermachts.
Rudolf and Rupert Lee was German-Chinese Dobermans and was born in Leipzig, Germany.Their family fled the country when world war one broke and has been living in London, Kent Provinces since then. Their family was rich, they owned a restaurant chain in whole of Britain and their father, Alex Lee Thong Kim was a respected man in England, other than the mass wealth, he also help the British in military finances. Recently, he donated 200 thousand pounds to China's Resistance army, Asia's British army in Burma, Malaya and Borneo and the Dutch Resistance Army. He had hoped to rid the world's evil from the likes of the Nazis, Fascist and Imperialist.
A year after the war broke out, the Lee brothers were enlisted into the army. Their father had pleaded to the government and even Churchill himself to stop his sons from joining the army. Still, the brothers had agreed to go and fight the Germans or the Nips.Their father let his sons go and battle the evil that has reach to the highest stake of emergency.
The brothers crammed themselves into the truck, which was headed to the port. Sergeant O'Riley ran up to the front of the truck and said
"Those boys are giving a headache, I mean, look at those two, always fanning it about like some two spoiled rich kids." Said the angry sergeant.
"Actually sir, they are, their father is Alex Lee. The bloke owns the restaurant your sister is working at, 'Premier Dining'." Said Andy, the squads' driver.
"Andy, if I were you right now I would shut my beak and start driving this damn truck."
"Erm...what do you mean sarge?"
"Just fucking drive the damn truck already...commands is gonna fry my arse..."
Andy wasn't the brightest but sure was a playboy, his magnificent cockerel look make other birdies go haywire as what the Lee brothers always says. Andy shifted into drive and started driving like a mad man to the port where the transporters are ready to set sail to Belgium. The squad named the King's Legionnaires is on a top-secret mission to cripple the Germans armor factory located in the heart of the "Black Forest".
At the back of the truck, the squad had anticipated the action they were going to go. They were excel in doing this sort of thing, sabotage, kidnapping, assassination, assault, defend, rescue, anything. Their squad leader, also their sergeant, was the most experience one of all; rumor has it that he was a cyborg soldier created by the British Military Research Facility to help Britain to win the war effort against the German War Machine. Needless to say, the Krauts were doing the same thing as most people think.
"Oy, we're near to the harbor and I guess we're gonna get off soon." Said Charles, a gray rat and the squad's scout. He was the suitable for the job because of his fur color and his agility and dexterity. He was also an expert in the Siamese Thai Boxing or the "Muay-Thai". He and his parents were living in Thailand for quite some time until they heard rumors about the incoming war and they fled to Scotland.
"How you know that?" Asked Rupert, the youngest brother.
"I got a good sense of knowing where I am, you know?"
The back window slides open and emerge the sergeant's face.
"Alright you fannies, we're here so don't fuck this up in front of the brass!"
_Dearest Brother of Mine Rupert Lee.
I hope you are not angry that I change sides; you have to admit that the Russians are better. They are eradicating these capitalist whores, can't you see you are a puppet to the weakest regime, the pathetic Nazi regime? I hope you are here now with me, seeing us together in these Russian Officers uniform.
I hope father is here to see us. His illness is consuming him daily, the life as a capitalist, I know I should've left him when he announce me to be the heir of his new restaurant chain. I shan't care on such wealth be a waste by donating it to everyone while we can give it to a greater cause, yes, greater.
Hitler brainwashed you my little brother. Do you know that these bourgeois are taking everything for themselves? Hitler lied to you, he knows that he is dying...of guilt by sending men like you to their doom. Stalin needs you, he needs us. So please, change, if you do, I await you at the outskirt of eastern Poland, a small town called Brest. Do not fear, it is not a trap._
Come alone, I will be at the abandon airfield await your arrival, then we will leave for Moskva. Major Zukov may be interested in you.
I left you a photo of Katarina, my dear sweet artic wolf and soon to be fiancé and me with Stalin himself.
Regards,
Major Rudolf Lee Chen Seng.
12-3-1943