8 Present Day, First Day In The Front Lines

My life at the military academy was a complete disaster, with me somehow not dying from my lungs exploding day after day.

The good thing was that the instructors had taken a slight liking to me, not because of my personality or anything, it just that, unlike everyone else, I immediately gave in to every single one of their commands with no complaints or gestures even since the start.

That didn't mean that they spared me from any of the exercises, however, and in fact, meant that I had to do even more exercise than the rest. This was because the superiors told the site instructors that they would get paid a bonus for any exceptional soldiers that they produced.

As one that seemed not to have a mind of my own, I was a perfect candidate to be molded into a great soldier, at least in their eyes.

Although I didn't plan for any of that to happen, and as much as I hated the extra exercise at the time, right now, I'm truly grateful for the extra training as I feel better prepared for the frontlines, even if I will die anyway.

It did cause me to throw up more than the others; the good thing was that apart from when I was doing obstacle courses, I could always count on Josue to bring my mood up.

In total, we were only given a month in the military academy, mainly because we were disposable, and the US military wanted us to be at the frontlines as soon as possible.

When I heard about this, I was originally hoping that we would only be physically trained for half a month and spend the next half learning how to shoot a gun; as you know, cannon-fodder is only useful to lower the numbers of enemies for the actually important soldiers, so I assumed that teaching us how to shoot correctly would be a priority.

Apparently not, though, as we only spent seven days working on shooting guns, which was not enough time to get me ready to kill someone, but then again, I guess that I wasn't expected to be ready.

Honestly, every single day that I spent in that camp, I prayed that the US managed to win the war already and that I could just be allowed to leave and go back home.

Sadly for me, that didn't seem to be the case.

Apparently, the US could not make much progress when it came to China, and the Siberian front had come to a halt.

The only good thing I got from this experience was that when I died, I wouldn't regret the way I looked; I know it's unbelievably superficial, but it was really the only positive I got from this experience.

So after basically being tortured for a month, the site instructors finally said that we would graduate.

I didn't have much expectation for what our graduation would be like; at the end of the day, it was merely a formality, and as expected, I was right. Our instructors just congratulated us and gave us small badges with the American flag on them.

Apparently, if we managed to make it back alive and turned these in, we could exchange them for US citizenship, which basically means that the US government was trying to trick some idiots into doing their best out on the battlefield with the hope that they would make it back alive, which you know, wouldn't happen, because this looks like it will be a long term war, and we're cannon-fodder.

Still, I did have to hand it to them; they almost got me for a second before I stopped and thought about it. Anyways, after being handed our empty promise, we were sent to the coasts in Peru and boarded troop ships headed straight for India as reinforcement for a war that we didn't even care for.

And now I'm here staring blankly into the ocean; honestly, although I was absolutely terrified at the idea of killing other human beings for survival, I was still excited to be able to know that I would die fighting in a war, I don't know, even though I'm fighting for a side I don't care for, it still sounds honorable to die in service.

Anyways, currently, we are on track to arrive in India after another 5 days. I hope that the US will at least make some progress by the time I arrive; that way, morale will be up, and therefore, chances are there will be a slightly higher probability that I will make it back home and be able to see if the US would stay true to its word.

March 7th, 2032:

Today was my first day stationed in the makeshift base at Uttarakhand, and we were assigned the task of defending the base, which was located near the border.

The thing was that the US had started to make progress North-east starting from Ladakh, and we were supposed to help hold the line and prevent the enemy from retreating until the US managed to encircle the forces north of us, to stop said forces to be able to start a counter encirclement.

Thankfully I was lucky enough to be assigned to one of the back lines in our defense formation, meaning that I had a higher chance of making it out of this terrible situation alive; before they sent me over there, however, I was handed a gun, a belt made to hold rounds of ammo, a bulletproof vest, and a walkie talk talky, with the walky-talky apparently being the most important one.

After that, I was made to go downstairs, which led into a wide tunnel, and told to leave by the hatch on the other side.

Before I opened the hatch, though, I froze, I was scared, I had no idea what the outside world would be like, I didn't know if I would make it, as the only real warfighting I had seen was that of world war two documentaries, and even then I couldn't be sure that I would have survived.

I had to slap myself back to reality and force myself to leave the hatch, for I knew that others would be coming in here next, and they would report me just like the people above told me to report anyone that was left in this hallway when I entered.

The second I got my foot on the end of the ladder, I immediately felt danger.

In a panic, I jumped towards the was in front of me, colliding with one of the soldiers using one of the walls as cover, just as I did though, I heard the sound of the metal crash against the hatch door I had just come out of, as soon as that happened I got up and saw the face of the soldier I had bumped into, his face shifted from calm to panic, and so, the true nightmare began.