NationStates Jolt Archive

There comes a time in the history of every nation when a plan is formed. This plan could be an economic plan, or an agricultural plan. In this case it was an evil plan. But not just any evil plan, it was an evil plan to save the world. The target of this plan was a nation known as Yoboland, located in South Haven.

Yoboland was north east of Hallad, a short distance away. The Worker’s State had never had friendship with the nation. They didn’t hate them until only recently. The Theocracy that Yoboland was a threat to all things Socialist and Halladi. Therefore the government of Yoboland must be destroyed.

To do this, or to make it easier, Hallad enlisted the aid of a former enemy. The nation of Kriegorgrad was not what Hallad would like it to be. Kriegorgrad was a collectivist oligarchy. A horrible place. Hallad was a Socialist democracy. Trotskyists to the last, and those two systems are not very compatible. But, the Worker’s State needed to lighten the burden.

The Worker’s State began mobilizing men a week in advance. Forty thousand men from the Airborne Infantry were mobilized along with more logistics. The Hawks were ready for combat. All bombing units were ready for an attack at any moment. In the dead of night they were given the order. All bomber units were given the order to engage.

One thousand planes took off.

200 Tu-95 Bear Strategic Bombers
400 Tu-160 Blackjack Stealth Bombers
200 T-60S Bomber
200 Tu-22ME Backfire

They had an escort of five hundred Su-36 Imperators. It was a beautiful sight. They flew in perfect formation, covering the sky. The majestically left Halladi air in order to pummel Yoboland’s industry, military, and morale.

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Later the transmission was officially broadcasted. It would arrive in Yoboland just as the bombers began to enter Yoboland’s Radar range.

Attention people of Yoboland!

We are proud to announce to you that today you may cast off your shackles of oppression! We in Hallad are intent on Liberating a group of your people, for a better tomorrow. The Worker’s State has (Map Enclosed) chosen to annex a section in the south. These people shall enjoy a great way of life under Socialism, equal rights with out the oppressive opiate of the masses!

Peace and Solidarity!

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OOC: Red Area = Annexed!

Josef Dorsal (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/HogsweatNS/HogsweatCharacters/SIMS1.png) strode into the UWAHSDE, the command area for all Hogsweatian Operations. Immediately everyone snapped to attention and saluted to the Autocrat's entry. He saluted back sharply, and nodded for everyone to sit down. Josef didn't like the time it took - someone could have launched a nuclear missile while everyone was standing and saluting. Idiots.

"What's the lowdown, General?"

General Akosteh, General of all Reconnaissance Operations, swivelled and extended a hand for the Autocrat. Josef shook it gently, and then placed his hands back in his pocket, but not before inserting a toothpick into his mouth. He had given up on the Cuban cigars and other tobacco for a signal of national unity when his brother died in Anti-Insurgency Operations 25 years ago.

"The Halladi's are launching an assault on Yoboland. Unprovoked."

The Autocrat nodded. He was concerned, being semi Halladi himself.

"I see. What's the current status?"

The General moved his hand in some gestures.

"The Halladi's have launched a rather huge number of planes to attack Yoboland, well, we assume. They haven't informed us of their actions yet. Yoboland, Comrade, don't have a chance even if they scramble in time."

The Autocrat nodded.

"I see. Well, what about Tanyalov's carrier group in the area?"

"Oh.. yes, of course. What shall I tell her?"

"Tell her to keep her guys on standby. Don't attack Yoboland. We've got enough on our plate. Tell both sides that we are willing to host peace conferences on board that carrier."

"Affirmative, Comrade Marshall. Your will be done." The General saluted again.

"Thank you, but i'll be staying for now." The Autocrat saluted. "General, get me a coffee."

George Hamilton peaked at the label on the crate in the vast warehouse, one hand limp, holding the clipboard and pen, it was late night and the only light came in the form of the rows of the cheap yellow bulbs, stark shadows threw sections of the munitions filled warehouse, cheap, rickety steel shelves holding wooden crates, each filled to the brim with rockets, missiles, bullets and all sorts of things that the military would ever need for whatever endeavour they chose to undertake.

George's eyes strained but to no avail, time had taken its toll and the old man had trouble reading anything anymore, he wiped the dust from the label and gave a relieved sigh as he eyes focused on the text.

.303 Ammunition - Enfield Edition

George raised the clipboard and used the pen with his spare hand; the dull scratch of pen on paper filled the air, adding to the static, tiresome atmosphere...

Suddenly, the doors to the warehouse slid open, creaking and groaning as the old steel protested, enraged at being moved from its comfortable spot blocking the way. George raised a hand a looked down the aisle to see the flood lights pour in, he heard the ocean in the background and he saw all the cranes that accompanied a dock just beyond the door, his eyes strained again and he saw a black silhouette in the floodlights' beams, the man raised his hand to his mouth and called out.

"Comrade, your shift is over."

"Why?" George replied, suddenly cautious at his dismissal.

"Why? Haven't you heard! Kriegorgrad is going to war!"

Within minutes, the dockworkers were pouring it, breaking open crates and loading the cargo into small trucks to ferry the stuff into the grand ships about to carry it over the ocean to the poor Yobbites waiting.

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Hallad was an unlikely choice for an ally but Kriegorgrad was more than happy to receive the militaristic aid in its latest action of "liberating" the people of Yoboland, noone knew why it was being done - well, the people wouldn't of known why it was being done if they knew Kriegorgrad was never at odds with Yoboland.

However, the propaganda fuelled media told the people otherwise, the people of Kriegorgrad were once a proud, rather bright people in their own way until the Oligarchic Collectivists took charge, after that, intelligence was suppressed, ignorance was encouraged. Doublethink was brought in among other methods, COMSEC raids were common, rebels, deviants, intellectuals, thinkers, liberals, right wingers, members of religion and other "enemies-of-the-state" disappeared over night and slowly but surely, all other sources of information and ideas were put out.

Only Comrade Leader Nikolai Fedorenkov's will remained.

That was all the nation needed.

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The centurion tank rumbled into the waiting bowels of the mammoth oceanic transport, infantry filed into their own ships and soon, a massive armada was massing around the docks, ammo and equipment were loaded into their own respective leviathans, an aircraft carriers waited outside the harbour with the rest of the fleet, a massive amount of ships - somewhat outdated but adequate for the job needed.

Soon enough, the fleet was cutting through the cold haven waters as it made its way for the poor men and women in Yoboland, probably barely aware of what was about to happen to them.

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Archon Lurpak, recently promoted from the infantry for outstanding loyalty and devotion to Nikolai in the kill zone against the Ilek Vaadians, not Hogsweatians, well, Nikolai said the enemy was Ilek Vaad so it must’ve been…no, apparently it was Yoboland, yes, Yoboland framed both Ilek Vaad and Hogsweat.

The Archon looked around the cramped confines of the IL-76, the plane was more than enough for the warriors of the Ordos Fedor. The elite soldiers of Kriegorgrad, equipped with the very best Soviet Bloc and Kriegorgrad had to offer.

They were outbound for Yoboland and they would not falter in their duties.

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OoC: Red: Halladi Territory.

Blue: Kriegos territory.

Brown: Poor Yoboland.

They could not falter, for Nikolai wanted them not to.

Initial Statement of the Omzian Government
Omzian Parliament, Cabinet of Omzian Administration
Omzian Ministry of National Defence
Omzian Ministry of National Security
Omzian Ministry of Commerce
Omzian Ministry of Health
Omzian Ministry of Transportation and Infrastructure
Omzain National People's Defence Forces

Facing the recent turn of events involving various nations and our neighbour nation, Yoboland, it should be repeated that the Omzian Government will be looking at this exploding situation with extreme concern and question without inaction, especially when it appears that various powerful nations are posing to violate the sovereignity of a potentally smaller nation. As we have felt, the outrageous claims and threats that already has been sent out from Hallad and Kriegorgrad only spells their intention to bring hostility to Haven, and to make nation-wise gains using brute force against the sovereign entity of Yoboland, and as a nation, her land, and her people. This is unexcuseable, as we must highlight this example of bare imperalism and ruthless threat-creation with displeasure, anger, and worry.

It must be noted that not only Yoboland, as a neighbour that shares a border that is almost two thousand kilometers in length, is not only of an importance in regards to economy but also the security of the Omzian homeland, no matter what the policy of the government is in regards to their domestic social policies and religion. Although we already have a duty of protection for our smaller neighbour, the scars that we bear from the great Omzian Homeland Defence War must remind us to protect the Omzian homeland and its surroundings from foreign aggression by all costs to ensure the security of the Omzian people, and to secure our healthy bonds with our neighbours, such as Yoboland. Therefore, such action must be brought not only into the view of the Omzian government, but also the Omzian military.

As a result, it is then decided that the Omzian military is willing to provide protection for the home soil of Yoboland, and is also willing to undertake the duty of protecting the home and birthplace of all Yobbite peoples at all costs. However, we also must highlight our extreme hope for final lasting peace within Haven, as we urge all nations posing to invade Yoboland to undertake a final consideration, and to abandon their desire to violate the sovereignity of Yoboland in hopes of peace and prosperity. Invading such sovereign nation and to become an aggressor bearing the ideas of imperalism will only bring unfortune to both sides; thus, we must let out our final cry in hope for peace, while reminding ourselves of our duty to protect Yoboland instead of deserting them, leaving them in chaos and despair.

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"Hey, Sarge, look!", Private First Grade Boran looked at the space beyond, stopping and applying pressure on the concrete blocks of a busy Osaria street. Crowds roamed around him, as some eyes caught the rays of light reflecting off the two straight metallic bar on his shoulder, indicating him of being a standard 'PFG the old' of the Omzian Army. He pointed at the location in the sky as he spoke to the older Sergeant, "I thought they don't fly planes over Osaria. You think that gotta do with the situation in Yoboland? Isn't fighter jets over Osaria prohibited under normal conditions anyways?".

The Sergeant, Sgt Pakras, let out a chuckle as he looked into the sky, spotting a pair of dark silhouettes, each spoting beautiful pairs of geometric lines of perfect symmetry as both ripped through the dense layers of tiny particles that makes up the fresh air of Osaria. "Since when did you become interested in airplanes?", he remarked as he checked his watch, remembering the lieutenant who called him with a shadowy identity as the mechanical arms of the watch rotated around a common axis with precision. "If you ever paid any attention to the news, Boran, you'll know why things got so tense," he said with a slight complaining tune. "Heck, they even cancelled my vacation! And I thought that I'm staying in Osaria for another week!"

"You are now complaining, Sergeant Pakras the great?", Boran started his walking pace and said with a sarcastic tune, and let out a small smile as he put his thumb under the cover of the picket of his well-cleaned uniform, still sporting the smell of various chemicals and resultants of a mix of reactions, fresh from the laundromat.

"It's all a matter of everyone's needs for peacetime rest and endless exercises, same with how you have R&R in combat duty," the Sergeant defended his diginity without any worry as his boots stepped on a strip of white on the road, the dense traffic of Osaria still existing as if nothing has happened. "But this is different, Boran, it might as well explode into a great fury of destruction, as we aren't even based near Osaria, nor the north, anyways. Our base is in the southwest, remember?," he replied with yet another sarcastic tune, though more concerned as ever about the future duties that they will face once they fly back to their vast base, Omzian Forces Base Outer-Hogan.

Boran listened to the Sergeant's artistic tune quietly without a word, as he tightened the spaces between the bumpy surfaces of his lips. Will this ever become a combat deployment?, he thought, before he finally faced the final question. Will he go to war?

"Comrades, I believe it's important that we follow through with this Liberation." Premier Hasan Muhammad said, adressing the Halladi Parliament.

People's Spokesperson Omar Wadi replied, "Hasan, we've over stepped our bounds! Haven won't stand for this. We've already got a myriad of threatening communiques from Ilek-Vaad."

"That may be so, but we cannot stop now. And, you cannot deny that these people will be better off under our direction. Better then some under some petty Theocrat."

"This isn't the time for semantics!" One delegate yelled out. "We've violated International Law. This isn't liberation, this is invasion."

"And what if Omz gets involved? Their forces could smash through our expeditionary force! We're strangers in a strange land, they have their support all but feet away!" Another delegate said.

The Parliament building was in an uproar. Delegates from all parties were yelling at each other, and the speaker of the house sat back and did nothing. After five minutes of intense arguement the members of the Liberal Democratic Party walked out of the building, along with most members of the Collectivist Party. Now there was an erie silence.

A few True Directorate supporters left. Finally the Capitalist leader spoke.

"We'll support you, for a price." He said, his cold eyes stairing at Muhammad.

There was a mummur in the crowd. "A price? I'm not some corrupt Capitalist, you know. I'm a Halladi and Socialist, proud of it."

The man shrugged. "Your loss."

The Capitalists left the Parliament building.

* * *

Halladi News Network

It was been reported that many members of Parliament walked out today. Premier Muhammad said this, "Yes, it is true. Those faithless in Hallad walked out of the Parliamentbuilding today. But, luckily those who stayed still made up over fifty per cent of the members. As such, we should be able to continue as normal."

Opposition, many of whom walked out or Parliament, have said they are striking. And will only return to Parliament if Hasan Muhammad steps down as Premier. They have said that emergency elections must take place, with a new True Directorate candidate.

Many people in Hallad have reacted to this by supporting the Premier in his efforts, however his popularity has dropped by hearly four per cent.

As the tanks rolled into Yobbite soil

Senators screamed at each other, obsenaties flew across the grand hall in Yobbington and Zenia Marenia stood in the center of it all.
She had built up Yoboland from anarchy and helped establish democracy, she and many others had been heroes in their own rights. And the Senate had been a living, thriving proof of the success democracy had had in Yoboland. She and her religious party had won with an overwhelming majority and a relative peace had bestowed the antion ever since. Until now.
Now the Senate was nothing more than a shouting contest as everyone disagreed on how to go about tackling or even not tackling the most serious problem that was facing them as they argued.

Suddenly a representative spoke out from above the racket.

"I propose the creation of an emergency military council", he said calmly and unwavering. "There is so little that we as civillian representatives can do, we are all economists or the like. Not Generals or Admirals, we no little of the ways of war!"

"Well I will let the senate vote on it..." replied Zenia.

Less than an hour later the results of the vote were obvious, the Military council had been formed...

[b]In the Military council meeting [/]

It was decided that for now an all out retreat was necessary then fast strike attacks against the support convoys that the enemies sent.
Additionally a plea for help would be sent to the Osaka security treaty and to our neighbouring countries including Omz.

OOC: You should post defense/scramble/losses.

IC:

Strategic Defense Initiative Headquarters

"These bastards are starting to breathe down our goddamn neck!" SDI Executive Anwar Telalwy spat out.

He was sick of these bastard countries around Hallad, trying live up to the Worker's States' greatness. They could never achieve what Hallad had, in his mind. It would happily "push the red button" as it were.

The Halladi SDI was not a name for an anti-ICBM system. Infact, it was quite opposite. It was the name for the Halladi Nuclear Command, and dedicated to Mutually Assured Destruction (MAD). As such, it was one of the most guarded organizations in Hallad. More so than the Commissariat of War and almost to the level of the Worker's Protection Agency.

"Comrade, it's not like we can just push a button and kill them all off --" The man, People's Spokesperson Omar Wadi, stopped to think about what he just said. "You know what I mean... At anyrate we just have to deal with the Pigs in Ilek-Vaad and Scandavia."

"Or we can push the button." Anwar said sarcastically and witha devilish smirk on his face.

"Very funny comrade." Another man said as he entered the small conference room the other two were in.

"What are you doing here, Jabir?" Wadi said to the third man.

Jabir Yusuf was the People's Commissar of War. He was known for being a moderate authoritarian and an extremist within the True Directorate. However, he was great at his job. Jabir took a seat.

"A job, comrade." He took a seat. He was in full dress, even with a side arm. A HAP-1, Halladi Automatic Pistol, was clearly displayed at his side.

"The same one we talked about?" Anwar asked.

"Yes, comrade. The very same."

Anwar sighed. He looked at Omar. Anwar didn't really know Omar, but he regretted doing this to him. But, it was for the Greater Good. "I'm sorry Omar, but this is for the greater good."

"What? What is?" Omar exclaimed, obvious confused.

Jabir Yusuf stood up, reaching for his side arm. He pulled out the cleam, shiny pistol and aimed it toward Omar Wadi. The former Roman Senator and now People's Spokesperson died that moment. The trigger was pulled. A three-round burst ripped through Wadi, who was killed instantly.

OOC: Sorry for the absense of posting, a lot of RL matters that prohibits me from making a reasonable post. As for the numbers, I will post some organization of the mentioned combat units in my thread on the Haven discussion boards. If anyone want the numbers for the divisions and other units that will be deployed, I will have them ready in an OOC thread. /OOC

Message to the Yoboland Government and Military Council

As we are willing to repeat our last offer of assistance, as a neighbour we are glad that the nation of Yoboland is willing to ask us for assistance in defending the homeland of the Yobbite peoples. Although the defence of the nation of Yoboland against foreign invaders in this times of chaos is already determined to be a significant undertaking and task for us, we are more than willing to accept the task, as a worrying and concerned neighbour disgusted by the foreign aggressors' actions and attempts to invade and occupy Yoboland for their own gains. Although Parliament and Senate approvals are still needed for combat deployments in Yoboland, it is expected that a majority of the Parliament will approve these combat deployments, followed by a possible declaration of war on any nation who are willing and are undertaking the task of invading Yoboland with intentions of occupation and annexation.

Therefore, we also officially request for permission to base Omzian Army and Air Force assets within Yoboland for combat duties, as such action is cruical for the Omzian armed forces to undertake the tasks of protecting Yoboland efficiently and effectively. If the permission is granted, it is expected that numerous Air Force and Army assets, including two Composite Air Wings and the 3rd Light Mechanized Infantry Division, will be flown in within a time period of 48 hours, followed by the deployment of additional Armoured and Mechanized Infantry Divisions by air, sea, and land-based rail networks. Naval assets, including a total of one Assault Carrier Battle Groups and two Carrier Battle Groups of the Western Fleet, are also ready for deployment in international waters near Yoboland within a time period of 48 hours, if requested.

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Studio Five, Omzian National Satellite News

A full set of cameras faced the young, professionally-dressed woman as she interviewed a General Joniz, commander of the entire Omzian Second Army Command, as the two exchanged their questions and opinions through the rather small space behind the large, glass desk. The big blue letters of 'NSN' followed each other along the edges of the glass, while millions of lights shined on the two figures, literally billions of little photons bouncing off the different faces. As the General made various facial movements and spelled out chains of information about the Omzian stance on the chaos around Yoboland with his rather charismatic attributes, scars spelled out on his face like the small rivers that had dotted the Omzian homeland over the centuries. The younger news anchor, instead, showed both her relaxation and her concentration on the General, as smithereens of dust and concentrations of air molecules danced with vibrance. The four silver stars on each of the General's shoulder shined with brilliance, while the news anchor wore a small pin, depicting the three stripes of the Omzian flag.

"So, General, what are your last thoughts?", the news anchor asked briskly with various gestures as she continued her eye contact with the General. "What do you want to say to the military figures at Kriegorgrad and Hallad?"

The General looked down below with only the muscles along his pair of eyeballs, creating a brief pause before vibrations of various attributes came out of his voice box, the Generals making few gestures as he spoke with a passion. "As both sides know, the goal of our people is not to make war, but to make peace with our friends and neighbours, and to assure our peaceful co-existance as sovereign nations. However, it is equally disturbing that certain political figures in both nations of Hallad and Kriegorgrad has decided to take advantage of the current strength of Yoboland, with aims to occupy it with the military force offered by both militaries in Hallad and Kriegorgrad. Therefore, before we see each other through the ironsights of a rifle, I'm making a plea for the military men and women of Hallad and Kriegorgrad, by asking the soldiers and officers of Hallad and Kriegorgrad one thing.

"Soldiers of Hallad and Kriegorgrad, is it entirely necessary for you all to sacrifice so much and to risk your well-being to fight under an order that is so preposterous? Is it entirely encessary to abandon your wives, children, mothers, and fathers behind? Is it entirely necessary to break the basic social institution of family by dying on foreign soil under the sounds of foreign artillery, only to remain nameless? Is it entirely necessary to take the path of war and devastation, as opposed to happiness, coexistance, and well-being? For the young soldiers who does not ahve a family, is it necessary to sacrifice your future potentals by fighting in an injust war, only to find the entire life ahead of you ruined in a field hospital or a morgue? To the officers, although you have a sense of duty, is it entirely necessary to obey your government's outrageous wishes? As knowledgeable figures alike, are you all prepared to fight and give orders under the name of oppression and annexation?

"I'm not asking for a loveless war, nor a hateful war, but I'm instead asking for reconsideration. To the soldiers of Hallad and Kriegorgrad, please go home and enjoy your family's companion, while cherishing the thoughts of life and happiness. To the officers of Hallad and Kriegorgrad, please think about your duties, while also think about your political leaders' foolish decisions, as you all have the power to resist injustice and aggression, in the name of freedom and justice."

"Thank you," the news anchor spoke with thought as she began to introduce the viewers - some disgusted, some sharing the thoughts of the Omzian leaders - on the live television, with a video showing footages from the 'Team Bluefox' exercise of the previous - and peaceful - peaceful autumn. As the footages of booming artillery and rushing soldiers were shown on millions of televisions across the Omzian nation and beyond, they were wordless, yet it seemed that they bear a powerful message. Great artillery tubes spelled out their devastations with millions of muzzle flash bearing devastating brillance, as rockets whooshed overhead, before blasting old hulks of armoured vehicles into smitheerens. Infantry soldiers began to run out of armoured vehicles with passion, toting automatic rifles and other weapons of injury and death, as attack aircraft dotted the blue sky with an ominous symbol. Different images were shown for minutes, as they all questioned the viewers: will there be a war again?

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Barracks, Outskirts of Hogan Point

The lieutenant, a twenty-seven years old Jon Hagras, walked along the illuminated hallway as he hummed a familiar tune, the March to the Frontier, aware of the upcoming conflict that he would have to face as an infantry platoon commander. Bearing the single star of a Lieutenant Second Grade and wearing combat uniforms, he seemed like the typical 'infantry lieutenant' who paid much attention to the news, receiving continuous streams of updates on the Omzian Forces Channel everytime he entered the lounge that made up Officer's Club. "Private Second Grade Logan, what are you doing here?", he exclaimed as he entered the Enlisted Quarters, coming across a sight that disgusted him as a well-trained and behaved officer. "You are supposed to report to one-five-zero with the second squad twenty minutes ago! The entire platoon's ready for the briefing and the trip to the range, and you, you are still here on a sofa? Explain yourself, Private!"

The Private, a young 19-year-old Logan, woke up as his enjoyment of sleep suddenly stopped, unwary of the lieuteant's presence. "Sorry sir," he said as he stood up and straightened his combat uniform, his single 'Qualified' rifle badge nearly teared apart with a stain of soda drink. "I didn't know, sir," he said as he struggled to open his eyes. "I was just asleep sir, and I got hungry."

"You are always asleep and hungry," the lieuteant replied with an influx of anger as he looked at the Private with a stare. "I want to look at the whites of your eyes!"

"Sorry, sir, I'll get my gun ready," the Private mumbled as he replied with extreme incompetence.

"It's not a gun, it's a type-twenty!", the lieutenant shouted with increased frustation, breaking his usual cool with most of his men in the platoon. "We are going to be in a combat deployment, you pathetic excuse for an Omzian soldier, and you are here, stuffing your stomach with and these junk until just before your stomach explodes, and later asleep and snoring and have your spit flowing down onto the sofa!? Why, I've never seen someone like you in my entirely life, and I was already extremely surprised that somehow the recruitment department got you in! You are a disgrace and an embarassment for the entire of the Omzian military, buddy, and you want to be a soldier? Well, private, I'd rather have your butt kicked out of here before we fight this war!"

The Private, already scared, listened quietly as a droplet of tear flowed down, its salty contents landing on a button of his combat uniform with moisture. "Sir, I'll get better next time," he replied as a flow of warm air ran out of his mouth, rapidly followed by an inhalement.

"You should be out here a long time ago, and you will!", the Lieutenant said as he checked his watch. "No soldier I've met, and I repeat, no soldier I have met behaves like you. You, buddy, is a fool and a pathetic excuse for someone who even wants to be in here. I'm going to get you either kicked out or have you penalized by the Judicial Corps. This is it."

"But sir..."

"We are already mobilizing for a war, and will be already leaving within the next two days! I'd rather have one less foolish boy in my unit rather than having him run like chicken when we are all fighting! We fight wars in the Army, not to consume a whole bag of snack while others are already going to be on a train or a plane one hour later! Get your butt out of here and wait at the battalion commander's office! This is an order, and you are already wasting enough of my time before this whole deployment starts!"