"Hey! Fuck your mother!"
"Yeah? Up yours too, buddy!"
This went on for hours, every Saturday like clockwork, at the crossroads where the American territory ended, and the Russian began, here in the desolate land of Iraq. The Russians would scream at Americans, Britons, or other assorted NATO units in broken english, while Americans, Finns, and other assorted units would scream at Russian border guards in broken Russian. I swear to god, If it wouldn't start a world war, I would start shooting at Russian and NATO soldiers alike just to shut them up.
The NATO and Russian territory was defined by a huge imaginary line, across the middle of the country, each half being the part of the country the corresponding nation, and or alliance would "deal with". It was at that time, on December 20th, half a month after the joint efforts of NATO and Russia decided they were tired of The Middle Easts shit, and decided they would just take over the country, rebuild the government, and hope this time no Islamic group decided they were going to try shit again.
It was also in this moment, a soldier, more specifically one of the United States Army, 11b Infantry, sat at the border crossing with a grimace on his face that would scare children, realizing that he was not only not going home for Christmas, but that he was going to be stuck with guarding this border for most of this "campaign", if you could call it that. It was pretty much just slaughtering a bunch of cocky, arrogant Muslims who don't aim when they shoot. This is fucking MP work I thought to myself. Why do I have to be here, instead of patrolling, or maybe even fighting the fucking war? I sighed, and kept watching my fellow men insulting each other for sport.
About two hours later, NATO-Russo border
"Man Matt, I'm really fucking tired of this heat. I'm not sure how much more I can take"
I grunt and take a swig of water my canteen.
"Yeah, it's even fucking worse with those assholes screaming. I can't sleep when they do this shit. Even worse when they sprung that "yeah, we're taking the entire middle east now, not just killing ISIS. Get fucked nerds." Most of them were really hoping to get this shit done before Christmas and go home. Me too, actu-"
Our conversation is interrupted by the approach of an officer. We both stand up, and I greet him with a hello.
"At ease. Are you Matt Ryan?"
"Yes sir, I am."
"Good. You're actually being made use of, instead of sitting on this shitty border. Report to Barrack #2 and meet your new squad members, but don't get too comfortable. You're scheduled for patrol soon."
I looked over to my comrade still in the tower, and grin.
And so it was. I got my wish granted. And I'm going on patrol soon. Maybe this dumb ass war won't be so bad.
So this is my first attempt at a fanfiction. I decided to start with something "easy", like a Human in equestria story. so here you have it. I know it's short, but I promise it will get longer as I get into the "groove" of writing. Other amateur writers know what I'm talking about.
DEDICATED TO IAN, YOU BUTT LOVING NIGERIAN