Battalion Wars I

Chapter 1: Combat Patrol

I pledge allegiance to the flag of The Western Frontier and to the ideals for which we strive to defend from all enemies foreign and domestic for this one nation under god.

War with Honor
Honor with Courage
Courage with Bravery
Bravery with Friendship
Friendship with War
-Sgt. Eryk C

September 12th 2014
0715-7:15 Am
Sgt. Eryk C
DMZ Between Western Frontier and Tundran Territories
7th Army Division; Delta Squad

"Good morning men! Looks like we're on guard duty for today at least." I said.

"Really? Guard duty again, we've been doing it on and off for the last few weeks?" remarked Donavan visibly annoyed as he slumped back on his bed.

"I know you don't like it, Lord knows I don't like either." I solemnly replied not at all thrilled with the thought of the agonizing boredom that was about to take place for hours on end until the day was done. What a drag.

"Sergeant, you and your men are going to be doing a field op today, the Colonel wants us to spy on the enemy so, get a move on." spoke the Captain as he brazenly dashed into our barracks. He could see the distaste in our faces. It was boring and quite tedious work, but all in all necessary.

"These orders come straight from the top, General Herman himself. The Colonel was simply passing it down the chain of command." Said the Captain. "So now it falls to us," I replied. "Precisely." Stated the Captain as he turned away.

The Captain then left in a hurry barely acknowledging us any further.

"He's gone, right?" I asked glancing over to the door.

"Yeah." Replied Miles swiftly as he looked outside.

"Ok, well some men have gone missing over the past few days." I voiced. "Wait now that you've mentioned, where's Colton and Derek, asked Eric.

"Wait, why didn't you file a report to the Captain?" questioned Josh standing up from his bed and walking closer to me.

"I didn't want to file a report because they would send in some men and then it could start a war." I barked angrily. That was some shit I didn't need on my conscious. There was already too much I was dealing with. My past, my parents, my Commanding officer, and of course my job.

Too many things if you ask me personally, but fuck it all. Who needs half those problems anyway.

Someone began speaking drawing me away from my thoughts and back to the real world.

"I remember reading about The Frontier War." said Miles, "We almost lost, but we stopped the Tundran advance at the Red Valley." "Thanks for the history lesson." Spoke Eric. "Yeah, thanks," I added in sarcastically.

"Hell, normally you're the one giving history lessons around here Sarge." Said Donavan joining in on the conversation. He was right that's what I planned to do before I joined the army.

I had always wanted to be a History Teacher and hopefully one day a professor at a good College or University. Maybe play some professional football if the PFL thought I was good enough.

That's a distant dream now. Ideas long buried away and send into the cabinet of unfinished or unstarted dreams. However as sad as that seemed it bothered me little to not at all. Thoughts like this rarely crossed my mind anymore.

My job now was to protect my brothers in arms and get them through this safely. That was a promise I made to every one of them and a promise I intended to keep no matter what.

Failure was definitely not an option.

"Ok, well I'm going up to the watchtower because if they're taking prisoners they could be sending scouts," I said, grabbing a sniper, an assault rifle, and my trusty sidearm. Heading outside I walked along the side of the road toward the watchtower. My H-17 rifle was the main assault rifle of the Frontier military across all branches. My pistol was also commonplace for infantry, officers, and most service members as well.