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Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill - rainth345 - 12-27-2011
Just as Remus was about to answer Recruit Hartman's question, her attention moved on towards that familiar face sitting in the bar. If it wasn't for the drink, he would guessed he was hallucinating. But he wasn't... When Jane called out the person's rank, he already knew who the man was.
"Well well well what reunion we have here.... Long time no see. Major.", Remus says while sipping his newly arrived drink.
"Ah... what was I beginning to say.... Ah! Yes... about the Westfalen... I'm afraid your very late on the news, Jane. And I tell you... it isn't a joke. Basically here's the whole story: Some border dispute between the Queen (referring to Bretonia) and the Kanzler paved the way for our boys to strike Westfalen. I believe some these forms contain the names of 'some' of those who died during the assault.", gesturing to the forms on the side.
Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill - jimmy Patterson - 12-27-2011
"Remus,its been what allmost a year sense i retired from active duty somehow the reserves managed to keep me on file though" he chuckled as he refilled his drink "hell im not sure if i got into the bar because of this jacket or because of my rep,its been to long but i heard about the westfallen op"
Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill - Melanie Tyler - 12-27-2011
Jane frowned as she digested this information, Remus' emphasised some confirming her guess that casualties would have been high. A few more poor folk among many who wouldn't see another Christmas.
"I'm sorry Sir. I'm sure they were good soldiers." They all were, once they were dead. Very few, in the Navy or otherwise, would speak ill of the fallen troops, and Jane was no exception. Anything they had done was irrelevant now; it didn't do to tarnish the memories with doubt. Some soldiers she'd served with simply chose not to acknowledge deaths and all, erasing the fact of that person's existence from their minds. If it helped them get up and keep on doing their job, Hartman wasn't going to question it. She briefly wondered how Patterson coped, and then dismissed the thought. It wasn't something you asked people about or shared yourself. Everyone had their own demons to face, and it wasn't for her to go prying. No, even if the dead themselves weren't remembered, it wasn't right to forget what they fought for. She motioned to the bartender to fill her glass, and those of her companions, raising it to eye level.
"To the fallen."She knocked back the brandy, draining the liquid in a single sweep. Her throat burnt as she swallowed, but she didn't overly mind. Pain meant you were still alive.
Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill - jimmy Patterson - 12-27-2011
"ive lost a fair few when i ran the Iwo all you really can do is honor them and make the bastards that killed em pay,ive learnt though that if you use revenge to justify killing somebody your no better then the pirates and drug dealers and slavers we sometimes run-into"
He took a hit from the bottle supressing a painful memory he failed andit came out he dare not say there names
"i had a pair of officers,they ran the Combat Infomation Center on the Iwo now when i picked em they we're just your atypical first liutenants it was about 3 months into a mision i was on when they approched me and asked that i marry them as per tradition being the ships commanding officer,so i did-- he paused collecting himself"two weeks later we got ambushed cic took a direct impact hell the damned morter gutted a fair part of "A Deck" or deck 001 in naval terms,we fought em off but the two liutenants died infront of me...the female was 3 months pregnat,had i know i never would of taken her aboard for the mission... they wanted me to be the kids godfather, they were 19 and 22 years old,i myself am going on 30i later found out they had met in basic.....god that letter was painful there was nothing i could of done nto prevent them but ill be damned if i ever get back in that chair that i let it happen again Iwo is a Marine ship through and through,not a Navyman on her aside from medical and a few enginerring personell"
he sighed"you probably think im heartless,im not ive just learnt to not allow my emotions cause impulse reactions...ive learned to command i guess youd call it"
Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill - ChillerMiller - 12-27-2011
"Right, the skull shows the place where I grew up, Planet Houston. For me it was and still is a hell and sadly I don't see any signs of improvement. Nobody cares about the people on Houston, they just cover their eyes and ignore the problems, but who am I to rant about it, I won't be able to change it."
Natalie paused for a second before she continued. "Then there's the rose, it shows my mother. The only person who made sure I'd survive this hell, a person who sacrificed a lot and that only for me. One day I'll pay the favor back, there's too much she has done for me and I wasn't able to thank her properly. Well, that's the story about the tattoo. Now, Captain. Tell me something about you."
Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill - Melanie Tyler - 12-28-2011
"Heartless? Ain't a reason I'd think that Major."
Not a one. Some deaths were no-one's fault. A misfiring rifle, a lucky sniper, a shuttle struck by energy lances- She mentally severed that particular chain of thought. She already saw those cursed souls every time she closed her eyes, there was no way in hell she was going to let them invade her waking world a second time. The Marine paused, brandy sour in her mouth. It hadn't stopped them before. Not here. She chided herself. Pull yourself together Hartman. Her pride wouldn't let her fall apart, not in public like this, not in front of a Major. With a few muttered words, she excused herself, making a beeline for the bathroom.
Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill - jimmy Patterson - 12-28-2011
"god,i remember when i first was in officer training,Fresh outta ROTC,shes tough though she may puke or i may of scared her off but shes tough...a fighter,we need more people with her sprit"
Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill - rainth345 - 01-01-2012
Remus was half-listening to what Major Patterson said. About death and all that... It was old stuff, spending 5 years repairing ships in Norfolk and 3 years in the Navy has gotten him seeing death around him. But that last part was something Remus couldn't understand entirely.
"you probably think im heartless,im not ive just learnt to not allow my emotions cause impulse reactions...ive learned to command i guess youd call it"
"Heartless? Ain't a reason I'd think that Major."
Heartless? Remus thought... Couldn't have been It had been the same with his father's death. Emotions hamper one's ability to command, effectively. Sure his father died in the sacrifice of his life but that didn't stop him from fulfilling his duty. Just then Remus sensed something in Jane... that sort of face a person gives when he/she is in deep thought. He shrugged. Letting her pass without asking her with the usual question. And then the two men were all alone.
"god,i remember when i first was in officer training,Fresh outta ROTC,shes tough though she may puke or i may of scared her off but shes tough...a fighter,we need more people with her sprit"
"Mhmm.... ROTC... I still remember it like it was yesterday.", pausing to take a sip of his champagne. When you were an officer trainee, you were treated as the lowest of the low.... a maggot, they usually call you. It was a test, that sort when your friends would dare you to dive deep into the sea and then climb back out. Just like that you'd be on top of most people, but you had to go through tough challenges.
"If I'm not mistaken, I see myself in her sometimes... although she shows it in different ways.", swirling his drink... as if waiting for the Major to tell him something.
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// Sorry for the 'very' late reply.... Holidays and all that.
Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill - jimmy Patterson - 01-02-2012
"ive been considering the possabality of returning to service,ive been away doing some soul searching... trying to find myself yet im sick of all the damned wars, i may not wear uniform but im still liberty born,what have i missed,Remus?"
<he took a pull from his drink refilling another one>
Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill - Melanie Tyler - 01-03-2012
The cubicle door slammed shut behind her, shaking a layer of dust from the stall and onto her head. Hartman hardly noticed it. She stared at the back of the door, furious. Her hands balled into tight fists, clutching at a rifle that wasn't there. Bright red drops tumbled from her palms as her nails cut into her flesh, splattering on the white tile. The Recruit gritted her teeth, forcing the pain to the back of her mind, desperately trying to drag the memories back with them.
What now Private? Are you going to cry? Squeal like a little girl? Her drill instructor's voice was so vivid, Jane had to remind herself it was just her memory. The actual event had happened years ago, basic was years behind her. Just a memory. But it was so real. She could feel Houston's sun beating down on her neck, the cramps in her legs, the hundreds of Marines on parade around her. They'd done it. Selection. Nothing but a dream for so long, a fantasy entertained when her motivation flagged. It had seemed so distant. Now, on the parade ground, for the first time in her life it was finally real. She was going to be a Marine. A sea of familiar figures loomed at the corners of her vision, united in the grey of their fresh uniforms, the pride in their faces mirroring her own. Week one had been hell, candidates dropping like flies as the brutal training regime cut their numbers in half. But these few, they had survived. She had survived.
Survived as the candidates around her caved in, driven to exhaustion or injury. Survived the verbal attacks of their instructors, the sleepless nights, the endless weapons drills and the night marches. Together, somehow, they had made it. Sometimes carrying the others, sometimes being carried herself. It was only week four, only the beginning, but already she knew the people around her better then her own family. Byten, Brown, Frederick, Martin, Powell, Mullins'¦ All of them her squad, her brothers and sisters.
All of them dead. And she had survived.
Hollow, she pressed a hand against the door, too weak to hit it. She wanted to scream aloud at the injustice of it, at the God that could let so many good people die, that had let her live. Where was the justice in it? She sighed heavily, sinking to the floor. This wasn't her. It never was, when this happened. Soon, she would pull herself together, go to the hanger. Wait for her interview.
Just, right now, it was all too hard.