Alex the Uncurable
BOS5 (Burden on Society, Fifth Class)
Hello, I'm Alex, aka Gary Mac (fake internet name), and I live in the UK. For two years, I fell off the face of the earth and ended up in a lovely place called Ferndene YPU. I survived, but found myself stuck in a dark abyss with nothing but a PS3, Battlefield 3 and a very poor internet connection. Using these three resources, I was able to preserve what little remained of my sanity, as well as keep boredom at bay.
By the 8th of May 2013, I had managed to crawl my way back up to the surface world. It was very different than I had remembered; the Olympic games had been and gone; people were "Tweeting" and "Tumbling" all over the place, and apparently this was this guy called Coney who tried to take over facebook with a bunch of invisible kids. It was a harsh, unfamiliar and uninviting world. It was such a culture shock, that I almost wished I was back at Ferndene.
But then I remembered how miserable it was there, and instead sat down to play BF3. I still play Battlefield to this very day. Yep, true story. I also contribute to this wiki, but you already knew that.
So that's pretty much my life in a nutshell.
You can leave now, if you want.
What the hell am I doing (atm)?
Learning to drive. One time, I did a right turn. Crazy, right?
Beijing or Bust!
Redactor 1-1. From left to right: Fireteam Leader (Name Here) (Assault, M4A1); Support Gunner (Name Here) (Support, M249 SAW); Squad Marksman (Name Here) (M24 SWS, Recon); Anti-Tank and Demolitions Technician Pvt. Gary "Patch" MacFluoxetine (Engineer, M3 MAAWS)
I'll find a way to explain this later. For now, humor me.
I have my doubts about the campaign in China. I've talked to some of the veterans who were there the first time we went to war over there. Some are hopeful; odds seem much more promising this time than the campaign in Iran. But I can see it in their eyes, hear it in their voices. They fear the worst.
I suppose the Desert Campaign wasn't so bad in the beginning; initially, the only resistance was the occasional Iranian teenager shooting a G3 at your from his front lawn. But then, we had to face the Russians, and then the earthquake...
It was all very soul-destroying. Over the course of two years, I saw young soldiers' like myself, who had once been confident and even excited to go to war, reduced to insane, raging wrecks. Ten year veterans, who had been relatively stoic and cool-headed up until that point, could not hide their despair, their...disappointment at how the battle had turned out. Iran was my first major posting, and I think I did well to adjust and get on with things. But at night, I can still smell the firestorm of burning oilwells; I can see former friends of mine, with throats slit and dog tags taken as trophies. I can hear the desperate cries of a fallen squad leader, constantly commanding us to "Attack this Objective!", over and over and over...
China is still very far away. Maybe this will be the battle we've all hoped for, the battle that Iran should've been. But I cannot ignore the looming sensation that this will be the end of us all.
I wouldn't miss this fight for the world, though. I have a duty to fulfill to my fellow soldiers. And when they set foot on the shores of Shanghai, I will be there with them.
Pvt. Gary McFluoxetine, Redactor 1-1, 1st Platoon, Whiskey Company, 23rd June 2020.