[Side Story] Boiled Life(1)
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Side story: Boiled Life (1)
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“what? boot?”
“Yes, they are sending new soldiers.”
“New recruits again?”
Late evening. John, who had been standing guard at the makeshift guard post with his eyes peeled out, said something nonsense because our lieutenant colonel ended up with a fever.
“Hey, Colonel. Don’t misunderstand what I’m saying, but listen carefully. I’ve said this repeatedly, but what we need is not more waste. Is it possible for a grown adult, in such a harsh environment, to consume nearly two to three times as much energy as other people, and not even meet the recommended daily calorie intake? Why do they ask for supplies from above and send new soldiers down when they say they are short on ammunition and supplies? Oh, is that guy a supply? Now I just have to rip him off, right? I hope he’s a sturdy guy with a big belly. Eat the meat and use the oil to make soup.”
“Calm down, John. That side probably has its own circumstances, too. “Isn’t everyone at war?”
“I’m not saying this is what happens to us in the most intense part of the war!”
Contrary to his attitude of getting up at any moment, John’s movements were extremely cautious. Because in his hand was a can of freshly warmed beans. If I had to throw everything away, I had to either desert or commit suicide.
“When did the guy who came last time come? Hey Wally, wasn’t that guy on your squad? “Those cheap Chinese people.”
“Chinese? Ah, one way?”
“Yes, Wang Wei. bastard. “Please memorize the names of your squad members.”
“Memorization is already limited to memorizing my gun number and dinner menu. And that guy wasn’t worth memorizing. He was caught deserting and brought to 14, and someone thought his name wasn’t Wen Wei, so even when he came here, he deserted and died. “He lived up to his name because he died while digging only one path.”
“Desertion? when?”
“A week ago. Why, there was an emergency call at dawn due to the sound of a landmine exploding. It somehow seemed like Prakchi. “The backbone of the enemy army is the North Korean army and the Chinese army, so does it make sense for the Chinese to be here?”
“If you said something like that in another unit, you would be disciplined. You know that there is no place in the world without Chinese people, right? From Chinese Americans to Chinese Nepalese and Chinese Africans. “Maybe there are Chinese Neanderthals too?”
John Abrams, the man known as ‘Shepard’ to his close colleagues, was giggling with Ruwil and spooning on Wally’s chatter about dead recruits.
“C-2 guard post exploded with mines?! “So, the guy who crawled through the mud and cut off all the trip wires until I looked like a monster emerging from a swamp was an ally?”
“Oh my god, black, dirty, huge, shiny John. “Is this really a scary scene?”
“Shut up, Ruwil! The guy who was supposed to install it with me disappeared, so I did it alone! “Have you been hiding in a corner somewhere, milking a glass of pleasure milk to drink in the morning?”
“why. Would you like a drink too? “If you add it to your coffee, you’ll have a filling breakfast.”
“Stop it, John Abrams, Ruwil Bartos. Adding an appetizer like that before a great dinner. You know I always leave ammo for you guys in my pistol. ”
John put down the spoon he was about to bring to his mouth and put a stop to their increasingly heated dirty talk. This is because I know from experience that if things continue like this, a fight will break out between the two.
“If that bullet is higher than mine, I can take it with a smile.”
“…If there had been just one more useful squad leader in the platoon, I would have shot you two right away.”
“What, so you’re saying we’re only half-hearted?”
“Each capacity is 1.5 servings. If the two are together -4. “The total is minus one serving.”
Slurp-
Lieutenant Colonel Chester King, the platoon leader of the 14th Special Operations Command, looked sadly at the coffee made from roasted barley and opened the lid of a can of moderately boiling beans. As a lieutenant colonel and a platoon leader, I wondered if such a change of genealogy could be possible, but the 14th Special Forces Unit, which was originally a company-sized unit, had recently had a lot of vacancies, and it was also thanks to the crazy superiors who did not provide the supplies requested and filled everything with special promotions. John, who was a sergeant before coming here, is now a captain, so that’s all.
‘When I die, I will return all the useless medals and special awards, so I asked you to please eat some bread.’
The canned beans, which looked like dog food and had swelled up to a very suspicious extent, were almost empty. perhaps. It may not be long before the ‘plan to recapture our military headquarters’, created after losing reason due to unreasonable orders, will see the light of day.
‘…Then it would be better to have at least one more meat shield.’
The lieutenant colonel suppressed the desire for a coup that was creeping up in his head and spoke to his ‘trustworthy’ squad leaders with an unwavering expression.
“This is my first new recruit in three months. “Is there anyone who would like to receive it?”
While Colonel King was stuffing slightly sour-smelling baked beans into his mouth, the three squad leaders sitting with him kept their mouths shut as if they had made a promise.
“Wally. “Wang Wei, who I received last time, died, so there will be some gaps in the squad composition, right?”
“I don’t like it. Do you know how many people have come in and pooped? The good news is that Wonway, who died on his own while deserting, is a nobleman. I coaxed him into planning a strategy, but when he panicked and started shooting rampant, I beat him up by saying he was from the mafia, and he turned his gun on our allies! I think I’ve done enough as a test subject to recruit new recruits. “I have children to take care of, so please hand this new recruit over to Sheppard.”
“That’s right. zone?”
“Please lend me that pistol that you carry with you all the time. “I will shoot you instead of our Majesty the King.”
“Oh, good. “If I die, you will receive the new recruits?”
“It’s for suicide, you idiot. No matter how you look at it, the colonel seems to like you more than me, so my bullets must be higher up.”
“Shut up before I shoot you both. Then… Ruwil?”
“Shepard has three fewer squad members than me.”
“Hey dude!”
The lieutenant colonel felt his head pounding as he heard the squad leaders’ words. There is a shortage of staff and there is also an overstaffing. This was a chronic problem of the 14th Special Extermination Operation Team.
Most of the orders given were so high risk that they were impossible to carry out, and as the operational risk was high, vacancies occurred during each operation, so the 14th Special Operations Team was always short of people.
But the problem was that the people sent down from above to make up for the shortage were all problematic people.
‘Retired’ soldiers who deserted, did not follow the mission, violated military discipline, or were excessively violent.
John Abrams right now. That guy, Shepherd, was kicked out here after gouging out the eyes of a member of his unit who made fun of him by calling him a nigger.
Sheppard Squad 11 people. Wally Squad 13 people. 14 Ruwil squad. A total of 38 people.
Although there were not enough personnel to carry out the operation, there were too many crazy people to be managed by a fallen lieutenant alone.
So the lieutenant colonel felt like he was praying every time a new soldier arrived. I don’t expect any decent people, so please only appoint people who can have a conversation.
“Let’s hear what this guy is doing. “What did this guy come in this time?”
The Lieutenant Colonel welcomed Shepard, who opened his mouth as if he had no choice, in a situation where everyone kept their mouths shut as if they were sending a bomb.
“Good idea, John. “Don’t push yourself too hard like last time…”
“No, let’s hear it!”
John grumbled at the sight of the lieutenant colonel already starting to fill out the paperwork, despite his protests, and grabbed the recruit’s record from the top of his folder.
“Let’s see… red line, red line… it’s here. [Bottom line, disobeying orders, attacking superior]. what? Detonating a chemical bomb in your boss’s office? “Isn’t this completely crazy?”
“Umm, sssssssssssssssssss. Show me too. Oh… Shepard, congratulations? This new recruit seems to have quite a bit of tenacity. In the pre-trial investigation, the motive for the crime was simply stated as ‘give and take’. Uhm, but there are no records of the trial. King, do you know what happened to this?”
“I enlisted with my father, and they say he was deployed to an enemy chemical attack zone. “Only one of the two came back alive.”
Hearing the lieutenant colonel’s pitchless voice, Ruwil sighed, looking sadly at the canned food that had already run out.
“Hey, it’s worth knowing. Tsk. The guy who planned that plan is him, right? The guy who said that generals should go home on a chartered plane once a week so they can rest. “Isn’t he the type of person who senselessly pushes people to the point where they are sure to die?”
“Lieutenant Colonel Medici. right.”
“Oh, are you dead?”
“He’s being treated at the hospital.”
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“What a waste! “If it had been a strike and not a foul, my new recruit would have praised me a lot!”
Ruwil chuckled and handed the record of the new recruit he was reading back to John. John accepted the document covered in the juice that Ruwil had spilled while eating the canned food, and handed it back to the lieutenant colonel with a frown.
“Tsk. “How many days will I be able to hold out this time?”
The record, covered in stains, showed a teenager with innocent eyes and the words [Professor Park (17): Korean descent] written on it.
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Ever since my father passed away and I sat blankly next to his cold corpse and was rescued by our late-arriving allies, I have only dreamed of this moment.
“Loyalty. Sergeant Professor Park. “I came here because I had some business to do in the office.”
“hmm? Rank leader… Ah, you are that friend. This time, it was specially promoted by two ranks….”
“Sergent! This is not a place to discuss your concerns! What are you doing? Without pulling it out right away. “How on earth did they keep the guard up so that the soldiers ended up here…?”
Pick!
There was no regret or hesitation until the pin was pulled out.
Chi-ik!
“What, what! “Situational disease!”
“gas!”
“gas! “It’s a CS bullet!”
“Don’t panic and take it away! Open all the windows! “If Sergeant Park escapes, you can kill him!”
“Just shoot! “That crazy bastard… attacked the commander!”
“Don’t shoot! “Tie it up with rope!”
I regretted it when I realized that the chemical bomb that I pulled out the pin and threw with all my force was tear gas, not the terrible poison that my father and I had experienced, and that even that was not enough to fill the chamber in an instant, but enough to make me shed some tears and clear it out. All I knew about the military was that I would receive a warrant in three years and that if I held a heavy gun against my shoulder and pulled the trigger, the bullet would fly, so I thought all chemical bombs were the same. The situation was so desperate that even those students were forced into the trenches.
If you think about it, it was stupid. There is no way that real chemical bombs, which could annihilate the local soldiers if done incorrectly, were managed so poorly in the company warehouse. Live ammunition is also stored in double locks, but there is no way that chemical ammunition could have been placed in a bright blue box in the decoration material warehouse. I found out later that the tear gas canisters there had been put out in advance for the soldiers who were dispatched from time to time due to civilians clinging to the barbed wire at the airport and base to survive.
That night I was imprisoned after causing a chemical bomb incident. A white man from the detention room came to the warehouse where I was temporarily detained.
White face and thin body as if he had never lived in the field. A protruding belly. A nervous foreigner with big glasses.
The moment the door opened, I could recognize it at a glance.
‘It’s him.’
After my father died and I returned home, I immediately went into the company commander’s office and started a riot. Who are you? Who on earth gave such idiotic orders?
In the end, I couldn’t check the order, but while I was on probation, an administrative soldier who I was close with quietly came to me and told me the name. From a family of Italian warlords. A general famous for his incompetence and thirst for success.
Lieutenant Colonel Lorenzo Medici.
He came with a very drunk look on his face and started violently assaulting me while I was tied up.
Pow! Whoa!
“How dare that damn Asian monkey attack the commander! If a meeting is delayed because of you, an order is delayed and our troops are massacred, do you think you can pay for it with your worthless life? uh!”
Every time a hard military boot kicked my head, my consciousness faltered. Opportunity comes. If only I could see that bastard’s face twisted in pain just once, just once…
“Colonel Medici. Sergeant Park will be referred to a military trial, so personal sanctions should only end here-”
“Hey, hey! what? Private sanctions? “Just stop here…?”
I was gritting my teeth and waiting for an opportunity, but someone blocked the kick that was persistently aimed at my head. After stopping for a moment, the bullet changed its target and flew towards the shin of the man standing next to him.
Wow!
“hey.”
“…Sergeant Cho Byeong-il.”
“Did I hear wrong? I think someone just gave me an order. Then the rank is,”
Wow!
“It can’t be a sergeant!”
Wow!
“I don’t think there is one!”
“Ugh!”
dump!
Through the narrow field of view of my swollen eyes, I saw a man falling, holding his legs. After a loud gasp, I heard the sound of a zipper being opened, and lukewarm liquid fell on my face.
“Damn it, this guy and that guy are looking at each other very poorly. These damn barbaric Asian soldiers… no, they’re not even soldiers. I can’t believe this Medici was relegated to managing soldiers like militia. Incompetent and stupid bastards! Sacrifice is indispensable in war! Why do you treat me like this just because you lost a few thousand flea-like soldiers from the Philippines? Let’s wait and see, even if it means replacing all of these Korean soldiers, I will return with improved performance! “I’ll go back and put them under my feet like these two bugs and trample them all!”
Medici, who was waving his fist in the empty air and making a promise, frowned and flopped down on the chair I had been sitting on just a moment ago.
“Damn it, you got blisters while training the bugs. Don’t let that idiot get my club…”
Through my swollen vision, the military bandages were removed, and Medici’s red-hot feet came into view. Even my ankles, which showed no signs of distress, were exposed by the pants I had pulled up to urinate.
If there is one thing I have learned from the failure of chemical bombs, it is that I should use weapons that I know and can trust.
Fortunately, I now had a weapon that was more familiar to me than the K-2 rifle, which I had been learning about for at most a month.
A weapon that I have used my whole life, used to tear and crush something tough.
Wow!
“Aaaah! “Let go, let go!!!”
Feeling the fishy taste of blood rising, I put more pressure on my teeth biting into Medici’s back ankle. There was a sound of something breaking.
“Ugh! Save me! Medic! “Obligation!!!!”
After struggling for a while, Medici kicked my head with his right foot, then crawled away, dragging his feet. That was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.
Afterwards, I was unable to stand in the courtroom with a face as puffy as a steamed bun due to the beating, and upon the strong recommendation of Lieutenant Colonel Medici, I was assigned to the disciplinary department of the 14th Special Extermination Operation Unit.
The 14th Special Operations Unit is famous among soldiers for its ‘execution sites with clean hands’. As there was no transport aircraft landing in their operational area, they were dropped from an altitude of 3,000 meters with 5 minutes of training and good luck from a transport plane heading to a nearby operational area.
‘Son, love your life.’
I heard my father’s voice in the sound of air tearing through my ears. As if it knew what I was thinking as it fell like a waste dump.
‘father. ‘Can this really be called life?’
Feeling like giving up, I pulled on what I could roughly grasp.
Unfortunately, the paratroopers’ five-minute high-altitude drop lecture was too effective.
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