LUNA:The 4th World War

Waging War

"The United States of North America has, is, and always will be a part of earth's geography. Part of Earth itslef is the moon. Any and every country has a right to territory on the Moon, which is why we find it moral to push the Russian Union out of certain spots on the Moon and claim them for the United States of North America." The crowd roared as the President finished his statement.
"To accomplish this, we have selected the best military personnel in the USNA to fight on ground and on Luna. I would like to introduce the new LUNA team, and with it, the commander of the team, Commander Rach.
" Thank you, Mr. President, I am honored, and thank you for everyone's support. I am excited to take this position, and look forward to leading the troops to victory on Luna," He finished. I immediately turned of the Teleholo and sat back in my car. I was going to be led into battle by some undeserving twit chosen by the President. And now we're at war for a rock floating in space. Brilliant. My car stopped right before rear-ending the hovertruck in front of us. These stupid sensors never seem to work. As the hovcar accelerated, I glanced back at my new uniform. Fully equipped with airtight fabric, a belt to clip ammo+grenades to, a gun holster, and a tinted goldish helmet. I knew some of the people in the new LUNA Squad fairly well. Like my bud Erik Knight, and Jason Green. The rest were probably undertrained dweebs who couldn't slit a guys throat without crying to their mommies. The hovcar slowed down as it approached the airport security gate. I scrambled and dug in my car to grab my new LUNA license. Right as the hovcar approached the security checkpoint, I palmed my license from my tuxedo pocket and presented it to the fat guard, whonlet me in without question. I eyed the shuttle we were taking to the Moon, observing its masterfully designed structure and reflective body. My hovcar pulled up to the loading ramp, where I hopped out and glanced at the time on my smart glasses. Brilliant. I was almost 2 hours early. I heaved my stuff out of the trunk and sent my hovcar to the parking lot, and watched it smash into a wall almost instantly.
"Ya know what car?!? Screw you, go wreck yourself!" I shouted in sheer frustration to the pile of metal at the exit of the runway.
I walked up the steps to the entrance of the huge shuttle, taking in Earth for possibly the last time.
"Welcome aboard, Mr. Lawrence," the secretary said, her feminine voice confusing me for a moment. I always had it in for her, but never got the nerve to ask her out.
"Nice to be here," I commented halfheartedly, looking at the fancy accommodations, all reserved for the LUNA squad.
"Your seat is D-17, Its on the second level," Ms. Holly observed, glancing down at her clipboard and then up at an approaching car. I climbed the steps and passageways too my seat, noting how this was more of an airplane than a shuttle. I found my seat, a window seat near the front of the plane, and it was seated across from another chair with a table in the middle. I slouched into my chair, dozing in and out of consciousness, and then the door to the compartment opened. I glanced up briefly, and noted a buff figure who sat in the seat across the aisle from me. His uniform said Downing, and it didn't ring any bells, so I went back to my snoozing. Then the door opened again. I glanced up to see the secretary, Ms Holly, and heard her tell the guy he had the wrong seat. Downing slumped out of the room, a grumpy expression in his face. I decided to do something productive a few somethings later, and walked to the bathroom to change. When I got back, the seat on the other side of my table was filled with some hot girl with the name Laina on the nametag, and she had long brown hair flowing down onto her back, and she was already fully outfitted in her combat gear.
"I'm Pat Lawrence, nice to meet you," I said extending a hand. Laina took it and introduced herself.
"I'm Paige Laina, From Northern Illinois," She said, her voice like music.
"I'm from East Carolina," I said, taking my seat.
"Ah, a Carolina boy," she said, and we both laughed.
Over the next hour or so we discussed lots of topics; tech, stupid leaders, stupid missions, and basically everything else.
"I've been in jail a couple of times," Paige said proudly, fiddling with her smartwatch.
"I don't believe you," I countered, grinning at her.
"Ah, so ya calling me a liar?" She said, laughing.
"Nah, just a person with intentionally inaccurate facts," I said.
"Such big words for Mr. Carolina boy," She countered, leaning her chair back.
"Such good comebacks for a Chicago girl," I remarked, following Paige's example and leaning my chair back. Suddenly, the door opened, and a muscular and tall African-American Guy walked in, taking the seat across the aisle.
"Kasey Bluemore," He introduced, leaning across the aisle to shake hands.
"Pat Lawrence," I said, feeling puny compared to this guys size.
"Ladies and gentelmen, the flight will be leaving soon, we are just waiting on Commander Rach," The flight attendant said.
"And... Now we have a lazy commander," Paige whined, closing her eyes to sleep. As she slept, I examined her attractive figure, from a perfect waist to long hair and smooth skin. I looked at Kasey Bluemore, and he raised his eyebrows at me and laughed quietly. I sighed, smiled, and leaned back, where I dozed off into unknown worlds.