First at all. Hello and welcome to my biggest project ive ever written. This a story i work since last summer an ive already uploaded in german, but english is the world language, so ill upload it again in english. Ive ever dreamed about to write about to write a story in that South Park characters get in the army. Ive already written a few chapters for this story and im very excited about your thoughts to this story.
Ive put a lot of hints to other war movies like "Black Hawk Down" "The Hurt Locker" "American Sniper" and some others. Some hints to the books of Mark Owen & Kevin Maurer too. These hints are putted in the whole story. Momently im by thirteen chapters, but it could be more. Some applications to other fanfictions here will be too. And yes, ive asked the other authors for the rights and all.
With this story i want to thank some people here on fanfction too:
TheOusidersIsAmazonButSad - He or she persuaded me to upload the story.
sbroflovski44 - Being a good friend and at the begining i want to write the story with him.
blazenroses - If youre still alive. Thanks for your amazing stories. Your story brought me to write.
Of Alphas And Airbenders - Your story makes the last summer more better than it already was and your story gives me the kick too.
South Park and the characters are all property of Trey Parker and Matt Stone. The OCs and all are all made-up. When the description of a OC matches to a real person, its just randomly. All fictional places are, when these places really exists, randomly. But most of the places are from the South Park series.
Rates and reviews are welcome.
Happy reading!
-Chapter 1-
-Welcome In Afghanistan-
"Okay Guys. Here we are! Ashlamabad. Your home for the next two months." says Lieutenant Greenly as liftgate of the C-130 opens. The first sight of Afghanistan shows me a tundra of sun, dust and felt thirty degrees. Me and my comrades takes our bags and followed Greenly. I know this soldiers since the basics back in the USA. Together were gone through them.
The dust, that was kicked up by the rotor blades of the Lockheed C-130 Hercules made the view of our base a little bit difficult. There were a lot of nicer places in the world but Ashalamabad looked from the far not so bad as i had imaged at first. In order not to get the raised dust from the military transport aircraft in my eyes i put my hand in front of my eyes so i didnt get the dust in my eyes.
"Hey Marsh. Its fucking hot here!" says one of my comerades. It was nobody others than Kevin Stoley. Formerly the absolute nerd who destroyed with his flavour for Star Wars and Star Trek our reenacts of Game Of Thrones, Lord Of The Rings and whatever we used to play earlier in elementary school. Nobody wants something to do with Kevin. At the beginning of the high school he had the same problems to make friends. Until the end of the senior year. At that time he had an bad car crash. He crashed his car head-on into a tree. As he was in the hospital he had a lot of time to think about himself. He wants to change his life. He was seventeen years old, has no friends, no girlfriend and was the absolute outsider on his school. After his hospital stay of three months he sported only of self confidence. He had the grid to make friends. He talk about normal things like football, school grades, festivals and all other. He even go back to the basketeball team. In the middle school he left the team because he dont have fun with this sport he said. But the creaziest thing was that he even found a girlfriend.
Milly Larsen. That was his big love, like he sometimes said. The girl with the orange hair that smokes behind the abortion clinic. Ive find that out with Kyle as we want to buy some baseball cards.
But the most ugliest thing on Kevin Stoley was, that he goes after the college to the army. Ive seen it by myself when i meet him on the first day of our training. He had no problems with the basics. When i see how he makes the training courses i must confess that he really changed his life. These concentration, this determination and this eagerness was completely new for him.
But the hardest thing in Kevins relationship with Milly was, that he made her an marriage propossal when he finished the basics. And two weeks before were heading to Afghanistan they married. Everybody in our platoon was invited. Even our hateful instructor Lieutenant Greenly was invited. The basic training in the army made me and Kevin unseparable. I could say he was after Kyle and Kenny my best friend.
"No. I think we have here so many snow like in Colorado." i answer him and try to impress him. He was one rank under me. He was Seargent and i was Staff Seargent. Practically was i the highest soldier in our platoon.
"Stoley, Marsh. Is there a problem?" shouts Greenly from forward to get our attention. Me and Kevin were three rows behind him and with the loud noises of the rotors he heard it. Since the begining of my education im asking me how he did that.
"No, Sir!" i answer him to show him my respect that i had more or less.
"Alright! Then Staff Seargent Marsh. You have the lead." he said as he take make out of the group right on top of our platoon.
"Thanks Lieutenant." i thanked him.
"Make me proud!" the Lieutenant said with a little bit proudness in his so serious voice.
"Ill do my best." i answer him and we saluted.
"Then sign up by Lietenant Walker. He is now responsible for your platoon." he orderded me his last order.
"First platoon. Follow my lead!" ive ordered now my first order to the seven men in my platoon while Greenly talks with the platoon leaders of the second, third and fourth platoon. But this seven men in my platoon will be my new best friends in the next two months.
"Hey Stan. Do you think we see here some nice chicks?" Kevin asks me while he put on his Rayban sunglasses. This was one of his gestures to be cool. But this interests me momently just a little.
"Dude, youre not married for more than three weeks and youre still looking on the next girls asses." i said jokingly and give him a pat on his head.
"But youre not going to tell Milly?" Kevin asks with an bright grin.
"With this grin i think about it." i said laughing.
After the short march to the main building my men wait for the door and take down their backpacks. A few look on their smartphones. Kevin leans against the wall of the main building and put on a cigarette and give another one fire. I enter the building and go to the receiption. There was a man whos sitting on the computer who just typed something until he noticed me.
"Can i help you?" he asks as he goes to me.
"Yes. Im Staff Seargent Stanley Marsh. I should report me and my platoon by Lieutenant-."
"Walker." he crashes into my words.
"Yeah."
"Last door right." he said and pointed in the direction there Walkers office is.
"Thanks!" i said that the receptionist already takes out the papers for the registration of my men.
"Should my men register here meanwhile?" i ask him.
"Yes. That would be perfect!" he answered as he take some pencils from his desk.
"Ill get them!" i said as i headed out of the building. Kevin still leans against the wall and smoke his cigarette. I take his cigarette and take a sip.
"Smoking is unhealthy." i said jokingly and turn me to the rest of my squad.
"Whats going on?" asks Olsen. One of my men.
"I have to discuss something with Lieutenant Walker. You can go in and register in that time." i said to my men.
Olsen and the rest of my men going with their backpacks in the building. As only Kevin still stood outside who was still leaning against the wall. I give him back his cigarette and he takes one last sip and throw the ciggy away and enter with me into the building.
Back in the building i saw my men when theyre fighting thru the paper war with things like registration number, name, date of birth and all other things. I walked past them right in the direction to Lieutenant Walkers office. As i stood at the door, i saw Lieutenant Steven Walker tuned in uppercase on. I knock on the door and wait until Walker asked me in. After a few seconds i finally heard an "Come In!"
I open the door and enter the office of the Lieutenant. Walker stands up from his chair and goes to me and hands me his hand.
"Hello Sir!" i said a little bit unsure how i should greet him. "Im Staff Seargent Stanley Marsh from the-"
"75th Marine Regiment. 5th Bataillion or?" he asks me with an opinionated tone in his voice.
"Yes." i answer him.
"Perfect. The 4th Bataillion make a lot of "beefs" here. I expect similiar from you!" he says meanwhile he goes to a little closet and takes out a bottle of scotch. With that he takes to glasses and goes with them back to his desk.
"You too!" he asks and offer me one of the empty glasses.
"No thanks. I dont drink so much." ive answered him meanwhile he poured the scotch in his glas. If im honest im really thristy but theres all other better here than alcohol.
"Your decision!" Walker answered and put the empty glas besides his desk.
"You telling me about that the 4th makes here a lot of "beefs". What did they do here? In the last briefeing its stated that Ashlamabad was really quiet in the last months." i asked interested.
"Bullshit!" Walker said. "Before the 4th Bataillon was ordered to Ashlamabad the whole region was really hard foughted. The taliban and some kind of miliz have a big prasens here. Und since we got their big boss, it gives occasional fights. Mostly some mortar attacks. Then cames the 4th and then it changed very quick." the told and take a sip of his scotch.
"How?"
"Well. The men of the 4th were cold blooded. Wenn they stink out an hideout or a stock they show no mercy. For that they were sended back to the states." the Lieutenant said.
"From me you cant expect that. We go after the textbook and then we go home." i answered unerringly.
"Your attitude is commendable Marsh." Walker said while he swing his glass back and forth. "But does ever someone shoot at you?"
"No. I dont think so." i said unsure why hes asking me this.
"I dont want to ruin your fun, but then the first bullet pass you, then you dont give a fuck about the instructions and textbooks and all." he said.
After then he stands up, cleaned the used glas, take the other glas and the bottle of scotch and take it back to the closet.
"Any questions, Seargent?" Walker asks me as he cames back to his desk.
"No Sir."
"Well then, Welcome to Afghanistan." he said as we stand up. We shake our hands again and i quit ris office. Outside on the reception i saw Olsen as he take his backback, the duvet covers and his room key. I go to the reception and saw the receptionist who was tipping again some documents. I take the paper in front of me, filled it out and give them to the men. He goes then in the next room and comes back with the duvet covers, my keys and some reports. As rank highest i must write the report for every patrol or deployments were heading in.
As i reached the dorms i open the door and go in my room. Right in front of me were a room with only one window. Left from me was a closet for my clothes, my military clothes with the Desert-MARPAT camouflage. And the civil uniform in the Digital-MARPAT camouflage. On the left side was a little desk with a lamp. In the right corner was a bed and bedside them was a little nightstand.
I throw my backpack on my bed and open him. The first thing ive taken out was a picture on me and my girlfriend Wendy.
Since the the junior year were now together and until then we dont have any break ups. I think we finally disposed our doubts. Before we got "really" together we fought about every little thing and weve made a lot of time-outs but i think that was just some kindergarden. For now were togehter since three and a half year and were now happy.
On the picture were me Wendy. Five weeks before my departure. Me and her were with Kyle and Karen in Denver and Karen take a picture of us. I take it on my nightstand. My laptop on the desk. My clothes in the closet. Now i have only to relate my bed. I raised up the mattress and cover it with the duvet cover and let the mattress fall into the bedstread. I was so sleepy. The jetlag from the flight from Denver over Hamburg to Bagdad where we flew with the C-130 to Ashlamabad was too much for me. Die pills against the jetlag didnt help much. Before we lifted Lieutenant Greenly gives us some pills for the jetlag. But he said it self that they dont help. I decided to get some sleep, because tomorrow we have shooting practise. I saw that that on the black board as i entered the dorm. There was every platoon signed in what theyre doing today. And my platon were with the third signed in for the shooting practise. The second for endurance training and the fourth with the close-quarter training in the killhouse.
I take out my smartphone from my pocket and put it on my nightstand. Then I take of my shoes and lay me down on my bed. After a few minutes ive thinked i slept away but the vibration of my smartphone wakes me. I open my eyes and take it and saw on the display. There was no notification about Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp or whatever to see. It was my battery status there was only by five percent. With a groan i stand up and take out my battery charger. With them im going to the socket and put it in and the other side on my smartphone and wait until it turns green. Finally after then im going back to my bed and i slept away.