{"sf1_id":172639,"sf2_id":"yndKvaVm","title":"Desert Lovers: The Start of the Journey","author":"Talon Drago","words":1248,"posted_at":"2010-08-26T20:11:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Friendship","Love","Seamus Volp","Story Series","War","bomb"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/172639-desert-lovers-the-start-of-the-journey","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndKvaVm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e7/88/e788e298-644a-45e0-8c08-ffdb07c73ddf","description":"","content":"Greetings All, first off let me start by saying this is NOT my story. This belongs too Seamus Volp, my mate. I simply did a rewrite for him upon his request. Please give him the credit he deserves for this. Bane Accendo belongs to me. I'm posting them on my account upon his request.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Desert Lovers: The Start of the Journey\n\nIt was at 0600 hours at Camp Patriot in Iraqi Green Zone. The camp was relatively quiet, but then again it was close\u0026nbsp;to the changing of the Patrol Units. In one of the barracks on the bunk in the very back of the room, a red wolf and a\u0026nbsp;green fox slept soundly. Both were completely unaware of what the day had in store for them. From their point of\u0026nbsp;view it was still fresh and young, in fact from the snoring one could assume it hadn't even started yet. An alarm went\u0026nbsp;off in the large room, and soldiers of all ranks and types slowly began untangling themselves from their beds. It\u0026nbsp;was a small base so each bed was a bunk bed. It was actually covenant unless the mess hall served beans of any\u0026nbsp;type, in that case the guy on bottom suffered throughout the night. But on this day all were safe. Both the fox and the\u0026nbsp;wolf rolled out of bed, both groggy and in need a cup of coffee. The wolf was Lt. Bane Accendo, a six foot tall\u0026nbsp;moderately built red wolf, and the fox was Capt. Seamus Volp, a five foot ten inch green Irish fox. As the two shook\u0026nbsp;the sleep from their eyes they quickly dressed in their perspective uniforms and then decided to head for the mess\u0026nbsp;hall. Both were relatively hungry, granted the two was almost always hungry. \u0026nbsp;As the two headed for the mess hall, Sgt. Kitsukyo passed them on the way to command HQ on the base. Sgt.\u0026nbsp;Kitsukyo was the PT officer; he was in charge of getting the green soldiers in fighting condition. It was generally\u0026nbsp;accepted that he was the one person who could get a new recruit in a condition to fight and survive the hell that was\u0026nbsp;Iraq better than anybody else in the camp. Seeing the Sgt got both Bane and Seamus thinking of their own training.\u0026nbsp;They had been friends long before they joined the army, but training had brought them much closer. They were\u0026nbsp;more than friends, they had become brothers. They were in the same unit so they were usually patrol partners. \u0026nbsp;Their mission was to secure the green zone, but it didn't come without its risks. From time to time militants would\u0026nbsp;be stupid enough to try and blow up something. Often they would succeed but without much success at gaining\u0026nbsp;territory back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe two friends entered the air-conditioned mess hall. The two went through the line and each got their breakfast\u0026nbsp;order. Then sat down and licks their maws at the plate before them. Bane had gotten the largest plate of eggs and\u0026nbsp;bacon that Seamus had ever seen and Seamus had only gotten some toast and orange juice. He preferred a light\u0026nbsp;breakfast whereas Bane wanted a hardy breakfast. As the two consumed their breakfast a loud whistling sound\u0026nbsp;rang out and the west wall of the mess hall disappeared in a cloud of smoke and debris. Brick and food flew\u0026nbsp;throughout the room, the next round hit the motor pool lot. Several hummers went up in a ball of fire. The third round\u0026nbsp;hit the barracks; fortunately nobody was in them at the time. The last round hit in the middle of the PT yard. \u0026nbsp;Throughout the raid, body parts were flying everywhere. Several tables of privates had simply vanished under a\u0026nbsp;large pile of rubble and the structure was groaning loud threats of giving the rest of the occupants the same fait. \u0026nbsp;Bane's ears were ringing loudly at the attack, and he was disoriented. As he attempted to move the realization that a\u0026nbsp;beam from the roof was on his leg caused him to stop. As he looked around, Seamus quickly came into view. He\u0026nbsp;helped his friend up and the two looked around. Soldiers lay in various states of death, groaning and screaming\u0026nbsp;rang out throughout the base. Bane let out a low growl. \"Whoever's responsible for this will pay for this!\" Seamus\u0026nbsp;nodded at his friend as he continued to survey the damage. \"Who's not dead,\" called out Capt. Volp. Overall the\u0026nbsp;damage wasn't as bad as he had first suspected. One table was crushed by debris but most were alive. Body parts\u0026nbsp;were laying around, but the majority had survived. In this hell hole it was the best one could hope for. The surviving\u0026nbsp;men in the mess hall started to get up, and everybody was looking at Seamus for orders.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Everybody who's not dead, go to the armory and get suited up. Grab as much ammo as you can, we are going\u0026nbsp;hunting.\" A universal yes sir rang out through what was left of the building. Seamus then turned to Bane, \"go and\u0026nbsp;scout for damage. Bring me a report on where we stand as soon as you can.\" Bane nodded his understanding and\u0026nbsp;walked from the building. As he stepped outside, Bane was in awe at the destruction. He counted up the number of\u0026nbsp;smoke plumes coming from the camp and counted one more than they had heard. One bomb had hit the\u0026nbsp;command building. As Bane took in the sight, a stretcher carrying Col. Brannon passed him headed to the medical\u0026nbsp;tent. As they passed, one of the medics informed him that a mortar had landed practically in his office. The Col\u0026nbsp;asked the men to pause a second and looked at Bane. \"Lt. Bane, go get those bastards!\" Bane acknowledged his\u0026nbsp;orders. He quickly ran to what was left of the barracks and retrieved his and Seamus's service revolvers. The never\u0026nbsp;went into battle without them and that wouldn't change now.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBane then quickly reported to the armory to get himself geared up. He quickly gave Seamus a rundown of the\u0026nbsp;damage and the orders he had been given. Seamus thought it covenant as that was his plan anyway. Bane quickly\u0026nbsp;got into his battle gear and as they were about to leave Capt. Fredrick Tyler, a tall bay horse, came into the building. \u0026nbsp;Fred was Captain of Fox Company, and close friends to Bane and Seamus. \"Hold up Seamus, I'm comin' with y'all,\"\u0026nbsp;Fred said. \"Sir, I Don't believe that's in line with protocol.\" retorted Corporal Joker. \"You know Corporal, for someone\u0026nbsp;with a name like Joker, your sure a hard-ass,\" I said, \"and Fred. How many times do I have to tell you to call me\u0026nbsp;James? That's the English translation for it.\" \"Oh alright I'll try to remember that James. Anyway, what do you say?\u0026nbsp;Can I come with you? Please?\" he begged flashing his beautiful eyes. Fred knew that James couldn't say no when\u0026nbsp;he did that. James couldn't help but to admire the horse. He had always had a thing for him but could never admit it. \u0026nbsp;If Fred reacted the wrong way he could destroy the fox's military career and have him booted for being gay. The last\u0026nbsp;thing James wanted was a dishonorable discharge. \"Wweeellll... alright just stay near me.\" \"Awesome!\" he\u0026nbsp;exclaimed as he dawned his body armor and helmet. \"Let's move out!\" James ordered. The platoon went to the\u0026nbsp;motor pool and each grabbed a hummer that wasn't smashed and was off.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}