Great VE War: A Long, Brutal War Story

[Baker_Harrington]

With the upcoming war, it is obvious history tends to repeat itself...

 

 

Excerpts from a notebook found in the outskirts of Guangzhou, by Hong Kong's Military during a border-protection drill exercise. It was immediately brought to the attention of the Prime Minister in Kowloon. 

 

Day 1: I don't know what today is; the power has been out for a few days. I come from a decently-sized nation on the Malaysian peninsula with a large ground force, but small navy and air force. We have recently been at war with members of Seven Kingdoms and Mensa HQ, who are part of the axis. At first our alliance was neutral, but then joined the war with the Allies. About two days ago, our nation was invaded by air, and we continuously have enemy planes flying over our heads. On top of that, all trading from the outside has been cut off and most of the city is going hungry. We cannot hold up much longer, as we lose men everyday. I've learned of some tunnels leading out of the country, and from there I might be able to take refuge in another country. I hope for the best.

 

Day 3: Yesterday we were surprise attacked by the enemy. They pushed through our lines and surrounded our men. I could see from my 11th story apartment the enemy slaughtering our men. Boys even. Fresh recruits out of High School, who lie on the ground, bodies half open. Oh what our world has come to. The enemy advanced to the city, and I ran downstairs. On the streets, fierce fighting went on between the two nations. The enemy, who it seemed clear was from Seven Kingdoms, pushed to the city hall, a few blocks away. An enemy tank crawled up our street and fired a round, blowing off the legs of the young men fighting. Babies cried out in fear as their mothers rushed them away, hoping not to be shot. A soldier approached a running mom, his gun pointed in her direction. Luckily, I had brought my pistol, and I swiftly shot the soldier. I sprinted to the tunnel, which had to be accessed via the city subway. Suddenly, all enemy fire stopped, and it seemed a full retreat was in progress. I was relieved the fighting would be over for then, but it didn't last long. I heard a faint airplane in the distance, but not a normal fighter jet. No, this was a B-2 Bomber, or something along those lines, and it had just dropped an object from the sky. Then that object began to turn on a jet engine, it was a missile! The sirens rang, and rang, and rang. Everyone, even the soldiers, dropped everything and ran for the subways. I was one of the first in, but others were not so lucky. Even if you had gotten in, there was a large chance you'd have been crushed by other civilians and soldiers rushing into the subways. Eventually, we had to close the doors, and just whisper a simple sorry. As the bomb dropped, hundreds, if not thousands of people outside began to scream in pain. We could hear their bodies burn and crumble to the ground, as the door got hotter and hotter. People ran. At the subway's bottom floor soldiers yelled out instructions for civilians to follow. I got my map out, knowing staying here would lead to my death or imprisonment. I made my way past the soldiers, and to the tunnel out.

 

Day 5: I finally made it out of the tunnels, out of the country. I looked behind, on top of a nearby hill, of my nation; it was all either in flames, destroyed, or occupied. I picked up a few other citizens along the way: a couple scared ladies, a frantic old man, and a soldier in shock. They gasped at the site of our former nation. It was time for us to move from our old lives, and on to our new ones. The soldier has a map of nearby nations currently involved in a conflict with the Axis forces. It seems as if every country in Southeast Asia is involved. Any other neutral country wasn't accepting refugees. We had a few choices. We could both move up the peninsula and go west to India, where several nations were taking in refugees. However, this area is generally poorer and closer to the Mensa HQ Headquarters in old Pakistan. The other option was to keep moving northeast to old China, where one nation by the name of Hong Kong was allowing refugees to apply for citizenship. It was far from large-scale battles and under the protection of Rose. We decide to go there.

 

Day 8: The soldier tells me it has been three days since exiting the tunnels. According to his GPS and a change in local dialect, we just left old Malaysia and are entering old Thailand. It might take us a month to get to Bangkok by foot he says, so we will need to get a car ride. 

 

Day 15: We've been walking for a week, and are deep in the Thai forests. The beaches are beautiful here though. It's as if the war wasn't even going on; aside for the occasional wrecked car and burnt body. We are glad to have found two drivers in a pickup truck who pity the ruthless attack against our nation, so they decide to drive us to Bangkok. They estimate the drive to take 12 hours.

 

Day 16: By the looks of it, Bangkok is a total-warzone. Nations from all over are contesting for control of the city. Once in the suburbs we were stopped by some soldiers form Guardian, but they were then apparently called to the front. Had they found the soldier, we'd have been executed. The drivers offer to take us to India, but we politely refuse. It is too dangerous. 

 

Day 26: Today an unfortunate event passed over us. The old man has died. Whilst walking, he collapsed and did not wake back up. Enemy soldiers heard the old man's screams in agony for help, so we ran away in fear, as they approached him, and shot him while he lay on the ground. When we stopped running we heard something burning. The soldiers poured gasoline over the old man and lit him on fire, burning his corpse. This was to be expected though. Near Bangkok we witnessed Axis soldiers collapse onto the ground, while their fellow comrades moved on without a burial. 

 

Day 31: By this time we have entered the outskirts of the old Ho Chi Minh City, where a similar battle to Bangkok is taking place. We were not lucky enough to find a driver to take us to Bangkok, but we collected food and water along the way. It is apparent that the Axis forces have started a large campaign across all of Southeast Asia. We will not be safe until we reach Hong Kong. 

 

Day 32: In Ho Chi Minh, an Allied victory has been declared. Rose and Virdian agree on splitting the city up, while Mensa and Guardian troops await the Northern part of the city. We snuck inside the city and found out some information on the war. The Allies were winning, which was a good thing, in almost everywhere except Southeast Asia. However, some citizens tell us this victory could allow the Allies to move south to secure Bangkok, and north to secure Hanoi. We need to move before the other Allied troops can so in order to avoid a battle. 

 

Day 39: We have been lucky to find someone else willing to drive us. The soldier tells us we are near Hanoi. Hong Kong is reachable within the next few weeks by foot. 

 

Day 40: It’s the 40-day mark since I wrote my first entry. It feels like a year though. I haven’t even travelled that far, but it has taken more than a month. I have walked and walked. My legs are sore. My lips, dry. My arms and back, sweating. My poached throat prays for water. I hope this war ends soon. I can’t stand the dead bodies. All the flies. All the blood. I can hear the two ladies cry at night. I feel bad for them. Sometimes death feels like the best option.

 

Day 43: I, no, we, all are excited. Beyond excited. I cannot describe our feelings. From afar, atop a mountain, we look across the massive valley. In that valley, contains the nation of Hong Kong. The cities are bustling with people, businesses, and restaurants. I can’t wait to get there. We must get to the capital, Kowloon. I believe it is located on that island down there.

 

Day 44: Today, we made a little mistake. We ended up in Macau, on the opposite side of the nation. We have to take a ferry over to Kowloon. However, we’ve learned more about the war. The Allied victory has never been closer. But, I fear Hong Kong will enter the war. They have their eyes on one nation in Seven Kingdoms. But this may be a chance to get back at the alliance that destroyed my nation! No, now I am a Hongkonger. I must become a Hongkonger. I will get REVENGE!

 

Day 46: Today was a day. Well, I parted ways with the two young ladies. It was sad leaving them; I promised we would meet up one day again. The reason for this was, well, the soldier and I had been drafted. We are now in The Hong Kong 23^rd Infantry Regiment. Ready to protect and serve! I’ll admit, I am nervous, but my adrenaline is high. The eyes of the other Hongkongers are scary, it’s as if they are all war hungry. They don’t care who they fight, they just want to fight someone. Baker Harrington, the Prime Minister, gave a great speech today. He definitely motivated the troops. We are starting training tomorrow in a barracks across the waterway in Victoria.

 

Day 47: The soldier and I have arrived in the barracks. They’re located in the hills of Victoria, secluded from the city. It was recently bought from a rice farmer by the government. I wouldn’t exactly call this place a 5-star resort; definitely not a “Four Seasons.†But, it’s better than the hellhole outside. Man, these young boys have no idea what ‘war’ is like. They’re in for a heck of a surprise. Bullets flying past your arms, brains bashed out of heads, limbs detached from bodies. Gross. It’s terrifying. And no, it isn’t like watching ‘Paranormal Activity’ as a 10 year old. It drives some people to the point where suicide is the only answer. Ugh. War. And guess what, I’m about to relive it all again!

 

Day 50: The past three days have been military basics. Stuff even I knew. Well, first we registered and officially became training soldiers. They took my measurements and sent me off. My squadron is alright. Most of them are Chinese. One’s from Britain. Another is of English decent, but a Hongkonger at heart. After registration, we learned some quick facts on the history of Hong Kong, its military, and its government. We also learned about the various weapons and some of the technology the army uses. Well, conditioning begins tomorrow. The past few days have been some real good rest, but it’s about to get intense again.

 

Day 55: Oh, how much I HATE conditioning. To start off, we get up in the morning and run 8 miles! Just to warm up! People are puking all over the place. I got some on my shoes from this obese Hongkonger. I guess Hong Kong needed all the men they could get. After running, we eat breakfast, and then go to the weight room. Later, we do push ups, sit ups, and pull ups, and to finish conditioning we climb walls, swim, and crawl under wire. In the latter part of the evening, we learn about tactics, and the successes and failures of Hong Kong’s army in the past.

 

Day 70: Today it has been 15 days since my last entry. It won’t be hard to sum up everything; life’s been pretty boring. We started training with the stockpile of weapons, and our officers decided our duties. I was to be an infantry assault man, equipped with a standard, yet slightly hi-tech full-auto assault rifle, a pistol, a knife, grenades, and other supplies. The soldier and I were also able to contact the two young ladies, and on one of our free days, Sunday afternoons and evenings, we met up with them in downtown Victoria. They had both been invited to join the army as nurses, in which they accepted, in exchange for housing and food. You know, I really like one of the young ladies. Let’s just call her Juliet. She’s very pretty and funny. But, none of you, if anybody, who’s reading this wants to listen about my love life. Classic military romance. Oh and one more thing. That thing I was talking about earlier. The reason why I’m here. It’s happening. Not now, but in about a month.

 

Day 93: Today we learned more about our upcoming part in the war. We were to attack a nation named S.H.I.E.L.D, located in Western Europe. Our plan is to head out tomorrow. It’ll take us 5 days to move the invasion forces. Luckily Rose has many bases we can use to refuel and keep moving. We also don’t need to move our navy, because the nation is already surrounded. Alright, I have to move. Goodbye.

 

Day 98: Our invasion of S.H.I.E.L.D was an utter failure. As we pushed through into their border, they picked off our men one by one. Blood splattered on my face…. It was blood from the soldier. My best friend for the past three months, was instantly killed by enemy snipers. In our first battle, we swiftly overran the border security and pushed into their nation. We were met with heavy numbers of enemy artillery and men. Our men had no knowledge of the city streets; tanks in the middle of the narrow, windy roads surrounded them. Taking no prisoners, enemy forces blew up any foreign invader they saw. Allied reinforcements were too far away, and we had to pull out. Our orders were to head back to the forest next to the border, and dig trenches. There, we met our reinforcements; fresh recruits awaiting hell. We all hiked to the top of a nearby hill to dig trenches and burry down. Many soldiers experienced PTSD waiting in the trenches. I witnessed three suicides: two gunshots to the head and one man who blew himself up with a grenade. To pass the time, we read books and sang songs. The rain and cold pounded us, physically and mentally. One day, following a thunderstorm, our scouts came back to report enemy movements at the foot of the hill. We slowly creped down the hill, trying not to step on a branch or fall in a pile of leaves. When the time was right, our officers let out a huge whistle blow, and all of our men got into the lying position. We fired at enemies, using all the bullets, artillery, and mortars we could. I was glad to see not as many of our men die, but heck it was still a lot. A 16 year old whom had beat me in game of cards was shot in the head. A 15 year old was blown to bits by enemy mortars; his head fell right in front of me. I near barfed. If we were winning, I couldn’t even imagine what it was like for the enemies. For the first time in three months, I actually felt bad for the people who had murdered my fellow neighbors. Eventually, we forced the enemy to retreat, with more causalities than us, but we still had lost too many men to continue forward. Our orders were to retreat back to Hong Kong, for a counter-attack was imminent.

 

Day 103: We arrived back in Hong Kong yesterday. We were quickly given a welcome-home gift: an air invasion by S.H.I.E.L.D. They outnumbered us 3:1. The sirens went off, and all citizens of Hong Kong shuffled into their subways to hide from bombs. I think I lost consciousness for about 10 seconds, as I was shocked at the similarities between this and the end of my Malaysian nation. All soldiers were called to the anti-air guns to shoot down enemy planes. Our brave pilots went up into the air, commanding 90 planes. Unfortunately for them, S.H.I.E.L.D had near 300 planes. The pilots knew death was coming, but wanted to fight until the end for their nations. They fought bravely, and the dogfight was broadcasted on live TV. At first, it almost seemed, we were winning! Our anti-air guns were shooting down planes, which caused much damage to buildings on the ground. But our enemy had a good strategy. They flew out into the ocean, out of reach of our guns. Our aircraft, of which maybe 80 were left, were ordered to chase enemy planes. It was not a good idea. Enemy aircraft swiftly flanked ours, surrounding them and picking them off. We could hear the screams from on-board microphones of pilots burning from missile fire and getting shot by machine guns. The planes, if not destroyed by in-air explosions, were instantly crushed by the impact in water. Of the 90 planes sent out, 4 returned. 4! Remaining pilots were in complete shock, and weren’t even able to talk. Our whole air force was destroyed in one battle. If not even that was bad, enemy aircraft flew above our nation, cutting our tank numbers in half.

Day 110: Enemy forces penetrated our front lines, and currently occupy part of Guangzhou. They moved their troops into the island of Macau, but they feared an attack by our men. Our men evacuated through the streets of casinos and hotels, as the enemy’s men and tanks crushed ours. In the end, Macau looked like a war-torn city; the exact opposite of what I first saw it to be. Their whole army then evacuated themselves from the island to the mainland, and marched into Guangzhou. They have control of the city and have barricaded themselves in. We have the city surrounded and are planning an invasion. Our officers have told us if we can destroy their invasion army, we can go back and easily win the war. 

 

Day 111: Tomorrow we take the city. I am nervous. If we take it, we can win the war. If we don’t, well, Hong Kong will be destroyed. The allies are on the brink of winning; we must win.

 

Day 112: It’s, oh, maybe four in the afternoon by now. Our initial invasion was a success, luckily. However, we were met with little resistance; we didn’t lose many men. We’ve received a short break. Our squadron is eating MRE’s in an alleyway in the suburbs. We are about 5 miles from downtown I believe. We lucked out, more troops were stationed south and east of the city; we attacked from the west. I can hear gunfire and bombs dropping in the distance. I fear for our troops. Our orders are to move out again at night when the trucks get here, to transport us 2.5 miles closer to downtown. We are all locked and loaded. At this point, death seems like a fine option to me. I have lost everything, my country, my neighbors, my friends, everything. Life sucks. I’m homesick. What even is home at this point? If I survive the war, will I return to my country? I’m sure my surviving neighbors are starving, if not already dead. Well, tomorrow is my Judgment Day. Will I die or live? This may be the biggest battle in Hong Kong history. Many will die, many will live. I ponder to myself what will happen. If this is my last entry, well, I just hope it isn’t.

 

Day 113: The trucks picked us up; we only made it half a mile. Enemy rockets hit our truck, flipping it over. Much of our squadron got broken bones, or at least bruises. I was, pretty much fine. I stepped out of the truck, only to be fired at by enemy machine guns. I sprinted into a nearby 7/11, and ran into the back. I was scared for my life. I watched as the enemy through a grenade at our truck, blowing it up. My fellow comrades ran out, screaming in pain of fire burning their bodies. Their corpses fell to the ground, burning until a crisp. I ran to the top of a staircase in the store, where three dead civilians were laying in a closet. It appeared as if a mom and dad were shot dead by someone, and their, child, its throat was slit open. I barfed, fell to the floor, and began crying. At that point, I had lost all mental sanity. I had to kill everyone I saw, the enemy, our men, and the civilians. I opened the closet window looking into the street and shot dead the four men who had killed my squadron. I ran down to the street, where rocket launchers and machine guns lay unused. I could hear the cries of a baby, and its mom shushing it across the street, I ran over, knocked down the door, and entered the apartment. The mother was glad to see a Hong Kong soldier; I could not say the same for her. I shot her 4 times, and the baby I left crying on its bed to die. I came back to my senses, realizing what I had just done. Then I lost it again. I ran out into the street, where another Hong Kong squadron of 8 men were running down the street. They had asked what squadron I was with, in which I then took hold of a machine gun and shot them all dead. One soldier lay on the ground alive but injured. He asked what the hell I was doing. I stomped his face with my boot until he was killed. I again realized what I had just done. I was a war criminal. I ran around the corner, just to find a Hong Kong truck. I hopped in and drove off. I swirled around the trashed streets, watching out for gunfire and mortar strikes. Hong Kong seemed to be winning, slowly advancing toward the city center. Eventually I reached a freeway and drove off into the distance.

 

Day 114: Now, I am in some sort of forest near the border. I must return to my country. No matter what life is like there, if I stay, I will for sure be executed. I cannot believe what I have done. I will leave this notebook along this trail, so if anyone finds this, they can report it to the government. And, if the two young ladies I met are reading this, I just want you to know I am sorry for what I have done. I am sorry to the families of the soldiers I killed, I am sorry to the mom and baby’s lives I took. Well, I must go. I’ll see you on the other side.

 

 

[Ekejen Luish]

Well that was cheerful.

[Speaker Faris Wheeler]

tl:dr

[Rozalia]

Do not worry about such things dear soldier, you are not a monster or any such thing. Heaven commanded those people die, and if you had not killed them then they would have died some other way... well you could save them if you reached the next attractor field with time travel, but that is dangerous.

 

Take it from me that you shouldn't think much of these things. Way back I had a friend who after being defeated was taken in by a peasant and fed a warm meal. Later he found out and told me that the peasant had cooked up his wife to feed to him. Now I could have ordered his execution for doing such a thing but clearly he was a pious and honourable man for taking in a stranger like that, and the meal was apparently delectable too. As such I rewarded the peasant for his good deeds as you can't let the small details bother you. 

[Becca]

I'll be back when I am ready to read a novel.

[Cody K]

I'm glad that my nation is in this story. It's always fun being the evil enemy. 

 

I look forward to reading more. 

[Peace and War]

Great job mate!

[SythKingdom]

Good job! Better than the PW's Wiki explaining this.. very Great VE War.

[Eric]

Well done, very well written, although it's quite depressing.

 

And the font is just killing my eyes...

[Ekejen Luish]

Well done, very well written, although it's quite depressing.

 

And the font is just killing my eyes...

Yeeah this guy must have really neat handwriting.

[Bilal the Great]

Yay, SK is the bad guys!

Edited August 27, 2015 by Bilal the Great

[Baker_Harrington]

Yay, SK is the bad guys!

 

Yep

Good job! Better than the PW's Wiki explaining this.. very Great VE War.

 

Well done, very well written, although it's quite depressing.

 

And the font is just killing my eyes...

 

Thanks guys! Means a lot! I've been writing it since the end of the war.

[Natinator]

That was well written

 

In real life tho, Hong Kong hasn't had an army for a long, long while

 

Creative

[saeton]

Did Bangkok, Ho Chi Minh City, and Hong Kong relocate? xD

[Baker_Harrington]

That was well written

 

In real life tho, Hong Kong hasn't had an army for a long, long while

 

Creative

I know, but here they're an independent nation. In real life they are part of China. Chinese military is even in Hong Kong.

 

Thanks though!

Edited August 31, 2015 by Baker_Harrington

[vonnorman]

What about TEst and the fact that your "allies" arent winning? Wish it had more....

[Casimirio Bertrand]

Interesting story.

[Baker_Harrington]

Interesting story.

Thank you!

[Tim Armstrong]

I love it when people get creative and have fun like this. <3

[Baker_Harrington]

I love it when people get creative and have fun like this. <3

Thanks

[Baker_Harrington]

Just commenting here so more people read this 

[Arthur James]

schemeful, but alright.....the people deserve to be divided.