Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 17, 2017 13:47:14 GMT
" The armies of the past promoted the military and the wars, by deluding the youth that adventure and life of adrenaline awaited them. Lies. But now, that illusion is no more. You do not serve here to have fun, to make your blood pump for thrills...We are soldiers, we are guardian-warriors of Singapore, and our purpose here with a gun is to fight wars and battles to protect the countless trillions of lives of our People. We train, we sweat and we bleed, for their peace and security. Our pain brings them peace...our suffering wins them joy. Our deaths cultivate life. And our victories bring their prosperity and Singapore's glory. You are here to make sacrifices for one of the highest honors a citizen can make for Greater Singapura...and the greater common of the Singaporean People, "
~ General Azan
Deceased in 2083 in the Chasan Conflict
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The flames flickered silently on the burnt-out overturned wrecks of vehicles, and the metal slag on the melted snow, as the remains of fuel are still burning from the fresh aftermath of the battle. Bodies of soldiers, of both Singaporean and Rebel blood, scatter the once tranquil snow plains, marking the scenery with blood, destruction and death. The victorious Singaporeans formed a perimeter and set up defenses, mobile place-able armored barriers and sandbags, while the engineers went to work on setting up unmanned turrets and gun emplacements, as well as repairing damaged structures and establishing a power grid. The outpost, given the name of Fort Prima, was to be the first and primary site for the upcoming operations against Rebel forces on the planet, and being probably the only base that survived the vicious ambush, great measures were taken to ensure that it would hold for the success of the IRS's campaign.
"1st October, year 2125. 1730 Hours. We are all here, far away from home, on a foreign planet hostile and harsh to us and here we have gained victory. We have gained a base to call our own, a base to launch an attack on the rebel forces and a step closer to winning this war,"
The clouds gathered, blackened and blocked out the dim sunlight. The horizon, once misty grey, turned dark, dull and black. Lightning flashed and thunder began to roar in the sky. The gust of wind began to pick up speed, the little patches of snow grass swaying to the wind direction.
"But it is not without cost. Many men were wounded, but yet many more are dead. There is no cause that has no sacrifices to be made,"
Rain began pouring down on the surface. Water hammered the metal wrecks of dead vehicles, clattering as the droplets strike the surface. The burning flames of the fuel slowly died, as it was extinguished by the cooling water. Smoke trailed off into the air, carried by the current of wind.
Paramedics and some of the soldiers helping them loaded bodies of their fallen comrades into bodybags or sometimes when a body had been blown into bits, they picked up whatever resembled mostly a head and pieces of limbs around it and put them in the bag. Worse comes to worse, the body was totally destroyed, and all that remained was a dog tag, or some other object they were remembered for, to be recovered. Some bodies were not placed into bodybags, they were carried off, cradled in their close comrade's arms, to the Pile.
The Pile was an expanse of bodybags, the cover unzipped enough for the face, or what remained of the face, to be seen, on an expanse of snow.
The rain granted no respite to those below and continued to fall on them, splattering and rolling off the armor plates of the soldiers and making their uniform quite damp. The soldiers, fresh reinforcements from the Fleet, were assembled before the Pile and stood at attention as part of the death ceremony. A few came from the battleground and brought with them more bodybags and corpses of the once living, and shuffled through the passing between the two parades of fresh troops. Some of the 'veterans', those who survived the crash, held off the rebels, and lived to tell the tale, now hold the bodies of their closest friend or a fellow soldier in their arms as they carried them towards the Pile where they would be put to rest.
"The fallen you see before you here, were soldiers and warrior guardians up until today. They have valiantly placed their lives in danger. Their lives for the war to end monsters who would attack our homes. And now here they are; their lives given for that war and their sacrifices now forever immortalized by all witnesses here and the bloodied snow they fought in,"
The body of Major Redhan passed by the assembled men and then the veterans standing in front before it was carried to rest at the Pile. A veteran trembled at the sight of Redhan's face and broke down. His knees crashed onto the snow and his hands violently pulling onto his filthy hair as he cried. His friend beside him placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to console him but he too shivered from shock and knelt on the ground as well, broken down. They knew the Major personally, despite his rank he had acted as a true comrade to them unlike some of the more stuck-up authorities they had leading their company in the past. They remembered how he never shied away from sitting on the bench to eat with the entire company while he could have eaten in the more comfortable officer's mess, how he passed around herb cigars and smoked them together and how he would joke and spew vulgarities with them like a jarhead would. Now not only is most of the company gone, their leader and friend went along with the dead. Those under the Major now thought, now what happens to us?
"They are no longer soldiers, they are now heroes. They are heroes here, and they shall be heroes when they return home. These heroes shall return to their families, their wives and their sons and daughters. May their loved ones honor the sacrifices they have made for the nation and the trillions of other people, just as we have honored them here,"
All of the bodybags have been placed.
All of the soldiers assembled then knelt down, their rifles in their left hand placed on the ground with the muzzle facing up, and their right hand over their chest as a sign of respect to the dead. Their heads were all down, facing the ground.
"My life was paid for in blood, and thus my blood shall pay for new life," they chanted.
The soldiers were now ready to give their lives for the Singaporean nation.
~ General Azan
Deceased in 2083 in the Chasan Conflict
------------------------------------------------------------------
The flames flickered silently on the burnt-out overturned wrecks of vehicles, and the metal slag on the melted snow, as the remains of fuel are still burning from the fresh aftermath of the battle. Bodies of soldiers, of both Singaporean and Rebel blood, scatter the once tranquil snow plains, marking the scenery with blood, destruction and death. The victorious Singaporeans formed a perimeter and set up defenses, mobile place-able armored barriers and sandbags, while the engineers went to work on setting up unmanned turrets and gun emplacements, as well as repairing damaged structures and establishing a power grid. The outpost, given the name of Fort Prima, was to be the first and primary site for the upcoming operations against Rebel forces on the planet, and being probably the only base that survived the vicious ambush, great measures were taken to ensure that it would hold for the success of the IRS's campaign.
"1st October, year 2125. 1730 Hours. We are all here, far away from home, on a foreign planet hostile and harsh to us and here we have gained victory. We have gained a base to call our own, a base to launch an attack on the rebel forces and a step closer to winning this war,"
The clouds gathered, blackened and blocked out the dim sunlight. The horizon, once misty grey, turned dark, dull and black. Lightning flashed and thunder began to roar in the sky. The gust of wind began to pick up speed, the little patches of snow grass swaying to the wind direction.
"But it is not without cost. Many men were wounded, but yet many more are dead. There is no cause that has no sacrifices to be made,"
Rain began pouring down on the surface. Water hammered the metal wrecks of dead vehicles, clattering as the droplets strike the surface. The burning flames of the fuel slowly died, as it was extinguished by the cooling water. Smoke trailed off into the air, carried by the current of wind.
Paramedics and some of the soldiers helping them loaded bodies of their fallen comrades into bodybags or sometimes when a body had been blown into bits, they picked up whatever resembled mostly a head and pieces of limbs around it and put them in the bag. Worse comes to worse, the body was totally destroyed, and all that remained was a dog tag, or some other object they were remembered for, to be recovered. Some bodies were not placed into bodybags, they were carried off, cradled in their close comrade's arms, to the Pile.
The Pile was an expanse of bodybags, the cover unzipped enough for the face, or what remained of the face, to be seen, on an expanse of snow.
The rain granted no respite to those below and continued to fall on them, splattering and rolling off the armor plates of the soldiers and making their uniform quite damp. The soldiers, fresh reinforcements from the Fleet, were assembled before the Pile and stood at attention as part of the death ceremony. A few came from the battleground and brought with them more bodybags and corpses of the once living, and shuffled through the passing between the two parades of fresh troops. Some of the 'veterans', those who survived the crash, held off the rebels, and lived to tell the tale, now hold the bodies of their closest friend or a fellow soldier in their arms as they carried them towards the Pile where they would be put to rest.
"The fallen you see before you here, were soldiers and warrior guardians up until today. They have valiantly placed their lives in danger. Their lives for the war to end monsters who would attack our homes. And now here they are; their lives given for that war and their sacrifices now forever immortalized by all witnesses here and the bloodied snow they fought in,"
The body of Major Redhan passed by the assembled men and then the veterans standing in front before it was carried to rest at the Pile. A veteran trembled at the sight of Redhan's face and broke down. His knees crashed onto the snow and his hands violently pulling onto his filthy hair as he cried. His friend beside him placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to console him but he too shivered from shock and knelt on the ground as well, broken down. They knew the Major personally, despite his rank he had acted as a true comrade to them unlike some of the more stuck-up authorities they had leading their company in the past. They remembered how he never shied away from sitting on the bench to eat with the entire company while he could have eaten in the more comfortable officer's mess, how he passed around herb cigars and smoked them together and how he would joke and spew vulgarities with them like a jarhead would. Now not only is most of the company gone, their leader and friend went along with the dead. Those under the Major now thought, now what happens to us?
"They are no longer soldiers, they are now heroes. They are heroes here, and they shall be heroes when they return home. These heroes shall return to their families, their wives and their sons and daughters. May their loved ones honor the sacrifices they have made for the nation and the trillions of other people, just as we have honored them here,"
All of the bodybags have been placed.
All of the soldiers assembled then knelt down, their rifles in their left hand placed on the ground with the muzzle facing up, and their right hand over their chest as a sign of respect to the dead. Their heads were all down, facing the ground.
"My life was paid for in blood, and thus my blood shall pay for new life," they chanted.
The soldiers were now ready to give their lives for the Singaporean nation.