Challenge: You a military here

Peter said:
What a bunch of cowards.


If said in jest than okay (sometimes it is difficult to judge tone when reading).

However, is said seriously I do feel the need to say that there have been many a brave and honorable persons who have decided to sit out, simply observe, or openly oppose military service (there is more to serving than simple patriotism or nationalism – if you don’t believe in a cause you’re going to make a damn poor soldier).

As for myself, it would depended on where I was living at the time – but in my youth I think I would have liked to have risen in the ranks of the IRA (I don’t mean the appalling actions of the radicals that blow up civilians but to rise in the ranks of the cause and perhaps lead a victorious effort to a united Isle would be wondrous).
 

NapoleonXIV

Banned
Despite valiant and strenuous efforts I am drafted into the Marines in 1969 and sent to Vietnam. Once there, I use my ability to draft a coherent sentence to become an aide de camp in the quartermaster's office at Saigon.

About 4 months into my tour a Colonel pulls me aside and says that since I am the only one in my outfit with a substantial customer's discount at every brothel in Saigon he wants me to take out this friend of his for a night on the town. He turns over to me a tall fellow he calls Cardamom.. In trying to make conversation I ask him what he does. He looks at me with a pair of eyes that makes me long for the jovial conviviality of the shark I saw in the San Francisco Aquarium, and we say nothing more to each other that night.

I take him to Wong Li's, confident that whatever business we might have there should require minimal communication of any real content. While waiting and wondering whether the much touted new Korean twins are in yet there is a loud explosion.

I wake up next to Cardamom's headless corpse. I can hear voices talking in Vietnamese from the next room. "Kill all the Americans except Cardamom, we want him alive." I have just enough strength to find Cardamom's ID and throw away any with pictures on them before I pass out again.

I wake up in a jail cell. My cell mate, a downed pilot, informs me I am in Laos at the camp of Wan Gud Ho in Phuc Mi. “I’m not going to try to pretty things” he says in a weak voice.”You’ll be tortured if you don’t talk. I don’t know how you’ll bear it since they won‘t go easy, seeing as they know you’re Cardamom.” I was just about to tell him that it should be okay, since I’m not Cardamom, when two guards entered, put a hood over my face and take me away.

When they take the hood off I’m in a sumptuous room. “I am Wan Gud Ho, “ says very beautiful belaborer of the obvious who is standing over me. “Normally, I would torture you, but as you are Cardamom I know it will do no good.” She advances, clad only in a black silk robe, throws one voluptuous leg over me and then sits down on my lap.” But I perceive that the stories about you are not entirely true, “ she says after a minute. “The actions of others can affect you, at least some”

By this time I’m beginning to realize that silence can indeed be golden. She spends the next several hours seeing if Cardamom lives up to what she has heard of him and I did my level best to do service to his memory.

Several hours later they bring in the downed pilot. “I knew that torture could not break you, “ says my lovely captor as she points a pistol at his head. “but we will see whether you can watch your fellows die.”

“Let them shoot me, tell them nothing”, says the pilot. Never being one to question orders, I am about to do just that when suddenly a hail of bullets cuts down everyone in the room except me. Picking up Wan’s pistol as I dive behind her body I see several SEALs enter the room.

“We’ve wanted this one for some time Cardamom, you led us right to her” says one of them.

“I’m not Cardamom,” I replied, “..that’s Cardamom, you just shot him, I’m Bonaparte”

“…whoever“, said the first SEAL.” Nevertheless, you’ll get a Medal for this, but only if you‘re willing to say it happened in Vietnam, and that we weren‘t here“

“Who?…” I replied..
 
In 1985, instead of Gorbatschov, a militarist gets in charge. He does a few market reforms (NEP3) and, unlike Gorbatchov, succeeds, achieving high economic growth rates, even higher military production growth, and an increase of the speed of technological development. A lot of secret weapons and defenses are put in place.

The rebels in Afghanistan are put down with brute force and by relocating nearly all the population into the larger cities, so that they can more easily be controlled. In similar ways, unrest is quelled in more or less communist countries all over the world, while more and more countries with high numbers of unhappy people are driven towards communism by sponsoring resistance there.

As can be imagined, western nations aren't too happy about all this. So tensions are at an all-time high.

In 1988, the SU decides to conquer Europe in one big surprise attack. The official reason is breaking of treaties concerning ABMs by the US and having to do something against this. At the same time, they secretely supply practically every communist and even some non-communist but anti-western resistance group with a lot of weapons and guerilla warfare information.

Therefore, the US is pretty busy in Latin America. Half of Europe is overrun quickly. Japan turns her productive capacities towards weapons, but is too weak to attack Russia at that time. North Korea attacks South Korea, and some more wars start all over the world.

The advance of the communists can be stopped, though, so that no nuclear weapons are used.

I happen to end up in a communist occupied area. Not being religious even opens some doors for me. So I see first hand what's going on behind the scenes - deportation of any opposition into pretty deadly prisons, masses of people turned into wrecks by intense interrogation, and other forms of suppression. My sometimes very little respect for popular opinions and equally little talent for phrasing things the way my surroundings like it gets me into a situation where I know I might be next on the list. Furthermore, I happen to become witness of some military unit putting down minor resistance in a very brutal way. I decide to not try adapting anymore and flee the occupied area, not before taking a few secrets with me - tactics, weaknesses, plans, and so on, partly from simple observation, partly from "finding" information in the offices of people I happen to deal with.

I find a small group of a few hundred soldiers on the western side of the war torn area between the blocks. I show them the side I'm on by giving them my informations and proove it by participating in an ambush and making the first shots. After the first Soviets are dead and the rest of the force does the rest, they like me and I become soldier in their ranks.

In the curse of the war, I even happen to save my group once by spotting hidden enemies trying to ambush us.

One of our assaults doesn't work out that well, so I get shot in an arm. That earns me an instant medal, I become a war "hero". The press puts a picture of me in a newspaper (not many buy that edition). Also, there is nearly always a nice welcoming parade whenever we manage to liberate a city.

After some time, the Soviets are back in their old countries (I'm simplifying a little) and don't call themselves Soviets anymore. Due to an astonishing recovery between 1992 and 2005, everything is now nearly as in OTL again... :)
 
I'd go back to the Revolutionary war. Fight on the side of the Americans, and using my arm chair general knowledge I could cause some serious damage. I'd fight a strictly partisan war.

Well to be honest I just want an excuse to push a cannon into a town and shoot it at a British garrison. That and see a British army walking in straight proper lines, and getting shot at from all sides. Hehehehehe......
 
well.... if I had joined the army right after high school, I think I barely would have made it to Grenada... I guess I could have done something heroic there...


or... everything in the US goes to hell after Vietnam, the commies invade us, and I join the heroic resistance in the mountain states, becoming one of the commanders who end up driving the godless commies out of the US.

the first one is more probable, I suppose...
 

hammo1j

Donor
I am the pilot of a crop spraying aircraft that spots Jolos Soviet tanks rolling towards the plains of Western Europe.

Quick as a flash I load up the tanks of the plane with liquid Acid and MDMA and in a Candyflip of events the tankers are sticking flowers in their hair and decide to elect Gorbachov as their cheif.
 
benedict XVII said:
Well, maybe as a chaplain...


Who ever said that a chaplain giving last rites to a young man who is dieing in a combat zone is not a hero . He is there in a combat zone unarmed with only his faith to protect him . The Braviest man I ever Knew was a CO who was a medic he would run out in firer fights to help wounded men .
Rember more Medal of Hornors were given to Medics in Nam then to any one else .
If Gry Wolf had a student that is almost hit by a car and he pulls that child out of the way is he not a hero ,

So boy's get your head out of your ass and rember a hero is someone who dose something that they did even if they are scared to death when they are doing it .
 
1981: I am born

1982-1998: Malaysia goes through a series of crippling economic crashes. Local politicians begin to use the Chinese and Indian minorities as scapegoats. More and more Chinese flee Malaysia to Singapore and the West.

1998: Malaysia's ruling UMNO party is overthrown by a popular military coup. The US begins to make rumbles of discontent but decides to ignore it- there are bigger fish to fry and most Americans don't even know where Malaysia is.

2000: I am drafted into the Singaporean Armed Forces, am trained as an infantry medic and am assigned to an infantry battalion, the 5th Singapore Infantry Regiment (5SIR)

2001: Increasing tensions between Singapore and Malaysia lead to threats from Malaysia to cut off Singapore's water supply*. The border between the two countries is effectively closed to non-comercial civilian traffic. I am promoted to the rank of sergeant.
*In OTL, thiese threats were actually made in 1997

2002: On 17/01/02: Malaysia cuts off supplies of water to Singapore. The Republic is left with approximately two weeks of water before the reserves run dry. Malaysia demands that Singapore institute preferential treatment for Malay citizens, and that Singapore demilitarise. The US Ambassadors to Singapore and Malaysia issue calls for calm and invite both parties to the negotiating table.

18/01/02: The Singaporean airforce launches raids on numerous targets in Southern Malaysia. Amphibious assaults are made on the Southern Malaysian coast, resulting in numerous casualties on both sides- however, a Singaporean beach head has been established and armoured regiments begin pushing north towards the water catchment areas. In the UN, Malaysia's ambassador denounces this as 'A day that will live in infamy'. Singapore's ambassador states that the preemptive strikes were 'necessary to preserve the Republic as a sovereign entity'.

19/01/02: Severe casualties on both sides but the water lines have been captured by Singaporean forces, with the advantage of air superiority and concentrated numbers. Singapore's 3rd Division, including 5SIR is deployed along Malaysia's main North-South Highway at a town called Batu Pahat and tasked to hold it against enemy troops. Meanwhile to the North, Malaysian Army units redeploy, heading South towards the front lines.

The situation is complicated by that fact that they are preceded by hordes of Chinese Malaysians fleeing the advancing troops with rumours of massacres and other atrocities.

20/01/02: In the wee hours of the morning, a Malaysian division hurls itself against the entrenched 3rd Division. Without effective nocturnal air cover, Singaporean troops are hard-pressed to hold the line. By morning, most of the battalion lies in ruins but still holds, reinforced by reserve units. The survivors of the original battalion still man their posts, desperately fighting for time.

21/01/02: At 1000 hours, a squadron of F-18s roars overhead. They are painted in American colours. The US ambassador to Malaysia issues an ultimatum to the Malaysian government to stand it's troops down. A carrier group is approaching it's base in Singapore and is on standby to commence operations against Malaysian targets.

With the ceasefire, the shattered remains of my battalion- 150 men out of an original 600 are withdrawn from the Batu Pahat Line

March 2002: With most of the Chinese population of Malaysia now behind the Batu Pahat Line, that part of the country is ceded to Singaporean administration. The Malaysian government seems to be on the verge of collapse as a disillusioned populace calls for elections.

All surviving members of 5SIR, including myself, are awarded Singapore's Conspicious Gallantry Medal.
 
Now we are getting somewere. Here is what i had in mind

1974: i am born. Dont have problems with my sight, have perfect hearing and no other fysical och psysical problems

81-90: Elementury school. Wery popular and when bullied i fight back

1992: Has to go trials to see if i am fit for swedish defence force service for a year. Tells the shrink i dont want to and gets a free pass

1993: Emigrates to USA and gets a low paying job


1995: Volunteers to join the US army. In boot camp they see that i have leadership potential and sends me to West Point

1997: Graduates West point as a lt and given command of a platoon in the 3rd inf div

2001 before 9/11: Promoted to company leader

Late In 2002: 3rd Inf div sent to Kuwait

2003: My brigade is spearhead for the 3rd in the marsh towards Bagdad, my company is the one leading the assult. Sandstorm disrupts all movment. Battalionleader is shot in an Iraqi ambush, i take command of the battalion and drives in the sandstorm towards Bagdad. Desides to go north of Bagdad and stops a convoy carrying Saddam Hussein to Tikrit. My embedded journalist broadcasts the picture of Saddam captured without a fight.

After the war ended i get the congressional silver star and promoted to colonel and given a nice window in the Pentagon and head of warplanning

2005: gets orders to plan for a possible war with Iran
 
1981: I am born.

Unlike OTL, I´m not unfit for mil. service and enter the logistics department, and enter the reserve after the end of my draft. Here, I formulate a new plan for logistical distribution which makes it impossible for military units to get what they need, overflows everything with economical buzzwords, is wasteful and stupid but takes all aspects of gender mainstreaming into consideration.

The red-green government surely decorates me like a christmas tree.
 
I take the (US) Navy up on its earlier offers and become an Ensign in 1997. Right about the time things go pear-shaped in Kashmir. With my typical regard for orders and hierarchy, I ignore the flight plan in one of our patrols, convince my REO and wingmen to come along, and wander southward just to see some new terrain. We encounter and shoot down the bombers carrying the nukes meant for Karachi, although my wingman tragically perishes at the hands of the fighter escort. The USN decorates me and promotes me to Lieutenant (SG); Karachi decorates me and promotes me to Lieutenant-General. China threatens to nuke everybody involved, China and the USA reach dictate a peace agreement together which completely ignores events on the ground, and I wind up important in the Pakistan government after the revolution.
 
Ward said:
Who ever said that a chaplain giving last rites to a young man who is dieing in a combat zone is not a hero . He is there in a combat zone unarmed with only his faith to protect him . The Braviest man I ever Knew was a CO who was a medic he would run out in firer fights to help wounded men .
Rember more Medal of Hornors were given to Medics in Nam then to any one else .
If Gry Wolf had a student that is almost hit by a car and he pulls that child out of the way is he not a hero ,

So boy's get your head out of your ass and rember a hero is someone who dose something that they did even if they are scared to death when they are doing it .

I fully agree, and I didn't mean to be demeaning. Just the idea of wielding a weapon is so strange to me.
 

Valamyr

Banned
Hahahahahaha. :D

Older board members (with surprisingly good memory and attention to detail) may remember why this is quite funny...
 
Here's another idea...

The events described in the "AH challenge: Giant robots, etc..." do in fact occur. I'm still born. In the US, I end up joining the Army, and end up piloting a Mobile Combat Vehicle. They're useful in urban warfare...I end up cutting my teeth in Falluja, Basra or some other Iraqi hellhole, where the MCVs demolish houses by virtue of simply ripping into them with their manipulators. Several are lost, but I'm brave enough to take out a nest of RPG-armed insurgents holed up in an apartment block.
 
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