Getting To 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 I was spared from any of the exercises though, and in fact, meant that I had to do even more exercise than the rest, this was because the site instructors were told that they would get paid a bonus for any exceptional soldiers that they produced, and as one that seemed to not have a mind of my own, I was a perfect candidate to be molded into a great soldier.

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 other though, the good thing was that apart from 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, we only spent seven days working on how to shoot guns, which was not enough time to get me ready to actually 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 so that I could be allowed to leave.

Sadly for me, that didn't seem to be the case, apparently, the US was not able to make much progress when it came to China, and the Siberian front had come to a halt. The only good thing I got from the 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, I was finally told that we were going to graduate, I didn't have much expectation for what our graduation would be like, at the end of the day it was merle a formality, and as expected, I was right, our instructors just congratulated us and gave us small badges with the American flag on it.

Apparently, if we managed to make it back alive and turned these in we could exchange them for US citizenship which basically mean that the US government was trying to trick some idiots into 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 casts in Peru and boarded troop ships headed straight for India as reinforcement for a war that we didn't even care for.

And that's the story of how I got here, and why I'm currently cleaning the deck with Josue, 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.

August 7th, 2032:

Today was my first day stationed in the base at Uttarakhand and we were assigned the task of defending the base which was located near the border, 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, in order 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 I was sent over there though, I was handed a gun, a belt made to hold rounds of ammo, a bulletproof vest, and a walkie talk talky, according to the woman that gave me these, she said that out of all of these, the walky-talky would be the most important as it would be my only way to listen to orders from the base.

After that, I was made to go down the stairs 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, 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 I was told to report anyone that was left in this hallway when I entered. the second I got my foot on the last ladder though 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.