Any ways, 3 reviews, I think. O well, 2 reviews actually, and one was a half flame. Here, have fun.
Before I got transferred, another conscript told me this:
"They MAKE you think."
I don't know what this means, but the guy, Tom Anderson, I think, was called up to the C.O. When I try to think about what this means, I get a headache. But if I even remember it, it throbs.
So, in effect, I don't think about it.
I only think when I'm off duty. When I'm on duty, I have vision like a cat, staring at anything that moves, for a long time.
I even stalked a leaf before they asked me what I was doing. I felt embarrassed to say that I had been following a tree dropping. It was nothing like what I would've felt in my homeland. These people got me to have more emotion, the good and the bad. Freedom had ups AND downs.
For example, you get to rant and rave about your idea, but then someone else rants about theirs, too.
I don't rant; I still have my Russian side, telling me quiet.
At least, I'm still Russian.
I hope.
Mc-Anderson.
My new "comrade" was being transferred to Tanya's unit. He had to be really good at whatever he does, or they would've chosen some allied soldier.
And he was modest too. I wonder if HE even knew what he could do.
Anyway, I was going to see my C.O. for a new mission or new something. I didn't expect to become a:
"Spy?"
"Yes, you will be a new type of spy, 5 times the vision, and you're being transferred to Commander Dash.
I heard about commander Dash. He saved the rebuilt pentagon. And he had a double working for the Soviets.
Wow.
"When do I leave?"
"When ever we need Dash."
"Isn't he..."
"Always on a mission? Figure it out."
So I left to catch my copter, the one that had DASH TROOPS on the side.
On my way, I told my other friends that I was being transferred.
"Don't go, I heard Dash uses everyone in a new way. You might be bait." Said Jim Jones, from Iowa.
"Yeah, I heard he lets commies live when they surrender." Said his bro, Jack.
I never understood why letting them live was a bad thing. After-all, we're compassionate humans, aren't we?
Apparently, anything bad, was worse to my former C.O.
"Why do I have to give that new guy 2 of my guys! I need them as many men as I can get."
I slipped away after I had gotten my stuff from my locker, which was nice and close to the Commanders office, nice for eavesdropping on his rants to his dead daughters Barbie doll.
Anyway I got on my copter, and I saw my "comrade" once again.
"Sasha! What are you doing here?"
"Transferring my friend, to Tanya's unit."
Then it hit me, Tanya was going to defend the Golden Gate Bridge, with Dash.
"Good news then!" I said as I smiled.
Okay, there, happy?