Helicopters were flying along as they were the standard Huey's. They were flying past the sun as it was laying low in the early morning. They were split into two Huey's seeing how they needed to fit everyone on there.
Leafpaw and Crowpaw were in one of them. Crowpaw was scared about being up in the air but Leafpaw was there to assure him nothing would happen when she was around her.
"So this is what it feels like to be part of the flight of the Valkyries. You should be excited for this Crowpaw." Leafpaw mewed as she wanted him to not feel scared. Crowpaw turned his head to Leafpaw as he was feeling nervous.
"But what if they decide to shoot us down while we're in the air?" Crowpaw asked her. Leafpaw was there to assure him that nothing was going to happen.
"If we were under attack, the pilots know what to do. So just relax and let us listen to the blades whirl above out heads." Leafpaw told him that the pilots knew what they were doing and he could stop worrying about it. Leafpaw kept Crowpaw close to her as Mothwing was reading another magazine.
In the other Huey was Squirrelpaw, Tawnypelt and Rafter-man. Rafterman is frightened and air sick, Squirrelpaw was looking out the side of the Huey as Tawnypelt was screaming away and laughing as she fired the M60 from the mount in the Helicopter. Many cats and other animals were falling as Tawnypelt continued to spray the bullets from the M60.
"Get some… get some… get some… get some… yeah! Yeah! Get some… get some!" Tawnypelt shouted as she was firing away to see how many she would strike down. Squirrelpaw looked at her as she continued to fire away. Tawnypelt soon stopped the firing as she looked at Squirrelpaw. "Anyone who runs is a V.C. Anyone who stands still is a well-disciplined V.C." She soon laughed at that remark letting the barrel of the M60 cool down after the intense firing. "You cats oughtta do a story about me sometime." Squirrelpaw looked at her as she thought she was crazy being the door gunner.
"Why should we do a story about you?" Squirrelpaw asked her wondering why they should write about her. Tawnypelt looked at Squirrelpaw as she was keeping an eye out for more gooks.
"Cause I'm so fucking good! That ain't no shit neither. I've done got me one hundred and fifty-seven gooks killed. And fifty water buffaloes too. Them're all certified." Tawnypelt responded. Squirrelpaw was concerned about her reckless shooting. Rafter-man gagged as he didn't want to see the sights of dead corpses.
"And she-cats and kits?" Squirrelpaw asked her if they saw any. Tawnypelt shrugged.
"Sometimes." Tawnypelt responded as she slumped over as she wanted to catch a break. Squirrelpaw was frightened about this as she didn't care what she shot.
"How can you shoot she-cats and kits?" Squirrelpaw asked her wondering why she would do such a volatile act. Rafter-man gagged again as he didn't want to see the corpses that Tawnypelt filled with led.
"Easy. You just don't lead'em so much." Tawnypelt responded before she began to laugh again. "Ain't war hell?"
The Huey's soon came to the post as the cats got off them. They were looking for their squad as other Thunderclan cats came racing past them carrying bodies of wounded cats onto the Huey's. Squirrelpaw and Rafter-man wanted to look for the squad they were assigned.
"Excuse me top." Squirrelpaw began. The cat assigned to them looked at them as he soon wondered what this she-cat wanted. "We want to get in the shit." She made the request. The tom soon knew what she meant as he spoke.
"Down the road, two-five." He responded. Squirrelpaw nodded as the others soon gathered around her.
"Two-five. Outstanding! Thank's master sergeant." Squirrelpaw mewed as she knew where they were to go. Leafpaw and Crowpaw came first as they followed Squirrelpaw. Crowpaw couldn't stand the heat but he had Leafpaw with him.
The group continued down the road as they passed a small canal on the outskirts of Hue. Tank's trucks and Thunderclan cats were moving into the city as refugees were heading the other way to safety. Squirrelpaw and the group soon caught up to a one eyed she-cat holding her M14 expecting the carnage.
"Excuse me! Ma'am… we're here looking for first platoon, hotel two-five. We were just assigned to it." Squirrelpaw asked her if she had any ideas on where to go. She turned to her.
"You cat's one-one?" She asked them. Squirrelpaw looked at her as she spoke.
"No, Ma'am. We're reporters for the Thunderclan newspaper Stars and Stripes." Squirrelpaw stated to her. She soon nodded as she was wondering who they meant.
"Stars and stripes?" She asked puzzled. Squirrelpaw knew it was their name as she went to her.
"Yes Ma'am. Also we have Whitepaw with us." Squirrelpaw soon told her as Whitepaw recognized the one eyed cat.
"Mother?" Whitepaw asked. She ran up to her and hugged her. The one-eyed she-cat soon spoke.
"Dappletail's the platoon commander. The squad is just down the road in the rest area." The she-cat spoke as she got up from her post as she was properly relieved. Squirrelpaw knew that was where she wanted to go next.
"Oh. You mind if we tag along, ma'am?" Squirrelpaw asked her if she wouldn't mind having them come along.
"No problem. Welcome aboard. By the way my name is Brightheart. They call me one-eye since I lost an eye from the previous war I was in. I have found someone that really loves me." She mewed leading them down the road. Squirrelpaw was wondering about it.
"Love?" Leafpaw asked her wondering who it was. Brightheart laughed.
"Yeah." Brightheart spoke. Squirrelpaw nodded as Leafpaw got the memo, holding Crowpaw close to her.
"All right." Leafpaw responded carrying the medical supplies and her weapon.
"You here to make my platoon famous?" Brightheart asked them as they were here to make them on the papers." Squirrelpaw soon spoke.
"Ha! Never happen, Ma'am." Squirrelpaw responded as she continued to lead them down the road.
"Well, if you cats came looking for a story, this is your lucky day. We got Condition Red and we're expecting rain." Brightheart spoke to them. Squirrelpaw nodded as she knew they had the perfect condition for a story.
"Outstanding, ma'am. We taking care of business?" Squirrelpaw asked her if they would be doing it themselves. Brightheart responded back.
"Well the N.V.A are dug in deep. Hotel Company's still working this side of the river." Brightheart explained. Squirrelpaw nodded. "Street by street and house by house. Charlie's definitely got his shit together. But we're still getting some really decent kills here." Squirrelpaw soon spoke.
"We heard some scuttlebutt, sir, about the N.V.A executing a lot of gook civilians." Squirrelpaw spoke. Brightheart nodded.
"That's affirmative. I saw some bodies about half a klick this side of the Phu Cam Canal." Brightheart responded. Squirrelpaw didn't know where it was.
"Can you show me where, ma'am?" Squirrelpaw asked. Brightheart soon went into her pocket to get out a map.
"Here's the canal…" Brightheart began. It seemed to trail off until they were able to know where it was.
Squirrelpaw, Leafpaw, Crowpaw and Rafter-man soon approached a mass grave area a little while later. They looked down into a large open grave at a row of lime-covered corpses. Journalists, marines and civilians are grouped around the grave. A work detail leans on the shovels, their faces covered by bandanas against the stench. Squirrelpaw turned to the others.
"The dead have been covered with lime. The dead only know one thing. It is better to be alive." Squirrelpaw told them. She soon got up as she made her way to a gray tom holding an Uzi as he was studying the lime covered corpses. "Excuse me. Good morning, Sergeant." Squirrelpaw greeted the cat. The gray tom turned to them.
"Good morning." The tom responded. Squirrelpaw was happy to see him as she soon spoke.
"I make it twenty. Is that the official body count, sir?" Squirrelpaw spoke. The gray tom nodded as he looked at them. He soon spoke sharply.
"What outfit are you cats with?" The gray tom asked wondering what group they were a part of.
"Sir we're reporters from Stars and Stripes." Squirrelpaw responded as she wanted to speak to her about it. The gray tom knew what they were as he warmed up to them.
"Oh, I see." He responded. The others gathered around as they continued working on the corpses.
"I'm Private Squirrelpaw and this is my sister Private Leafpaw and her friend Private Crowpaw. And this photographer that is accompanying us is Rafter-man." Squirrelpaw introduced herself and the crowd. Rafter-man got out Leafpaw's camera as he began snapping photos of the gray tom.
"I'm Sergeant Graystripe. I'm from Wilmington, Delaware." Graystripe introduced himself. Squirrelpaw stuck out her paw as Graystripe shook it. Squirrelpaw soon brought up the body count again.
"Have you got a body count, sir?" Squirrelpaw asked him again. Graystripe turned his head as he spoke to her.
"We think it's twenty." Graystripe responded. Squirrelpaw got the number but she soon asked him again.
"Do you know how it happened, sir?" Squirrelpaw asked him. Graystripe soon tried to remember but he soon remembered as he spoke.
"Well it seems the N.V.A. came with a list of gook names. Government officials, policemen, ARVN officers, schoolteachers. They went around their houses real polite and asked them to report for the next day political re-education. Everyone who turned up got shot. Some of them buried alive." Graystripe responded. As their leader Firestar recognized Squirrelpaw and Leafpaw came walking over with their lovely mother, Sandstorm and Sorrelpaw behind. They all turned their attention saluting to Firestar as he appeared.
"Graystripe!" Firestar called out. Graystripe turned as he saluted to Firestar.
"Firstar." Graystripe responded back. Firestar was surprised to see Squirrelpaw and Leafpaw in combat as he soon noticed Squirrelpaw was off.
"Squirrelpaw, daughter. What's that button on your body armor?" Firestar asked her wondering what the button was. Squirrelpaw looked down as she soon looked back up before opening her mouth.
"A peace symbol sir." Squirrelpaw spoke. Firestar looked at her as he soon spoke again.
"Where'd you get it?" Firestar was wondering where she got it. Squirrelpaw tried to remember where she got it but she couldn't remember.
"I don't remember, sir." Squirrelpaw responded. Firestar was a bit frustrated with her seeing how she couldn't remember where she got the button. He soon turned to her helmet.
"What is that you've got written on your helmet?" Firestar asked her. Squirrelpaw soon took off her helmet as she turned it to the front to see that it had three big black words on it. She soon turned as she spoke.
"It says "Born to Kill" sir." Squirrelpaw responded as she decided to put her helmet back on. Firestar was confused with his own daughter.
"You write "Born to Kill" on your helmet and you wear a peace button. What's that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?!" Firestar asked her if this was a joke or she had something bigger in mind.
"No, sir." Squirrelpaw responded. Firestar looked at her as he wanted to straighten his kit out.
"You'd better get your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a giant shit on you!" Firestar spoke sternly as he wanted her to get herself straightened out.
"Yes, sir." Squirrelpaw spoke. Firestar wanted to ask her answer his question on why she brought a peace button onto the field.
"Now answer my question or you'll be standing tall before the tom." Firestar wanted her to answer his question as Squirrelpaw spoke.
"I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of a cat, sir." Squirrelpaw spoke as she wanted to make her suggestion. Firestar was confused and wanted some clarification.
"The what?" Firestar asked her if she could put it in simpler terms.
"The duality of a cat. The Jungian thing, sir." Squirrelpaw spoke she didn't want to standing tall before the tom.
"Whose side are you on, my daughter?" Firestar asked her wondering what side she was a part of. Squirrelpaw spoke.
"Our side, sir." Squirrelpaw spoke as she knew that she was on their side and not the side of the N.V.A.
"Don't you love your country?" Firestar asked her wondering if she really had faith in Thunderclan.
"Yes, sir." Squirrelpaw responded. Firestar nodded before he spoke.
"Then how about getting with the program? Why don't you jump on the team and come on in for the big win?" Firestar asked her wondering if she would leap in for the team and go in there to win the battle.
"Yes, sir!" Squirrelpaw shouted as she was excited about this. The others nodded as they wanted to participate in this.
"Daughter, all I've ever asked for my Thunderclan cats is that they obey my orders as they would the word of Starclan. We are here to help the Vietnamese, because inside of every gook there is a Thunderclan cat trying to get out. It's a hardball world, girl. We gotta keep our heads until this peace craze blows over." Firestar told her on what he wanted. Squirrelpaw got excited as they knew they were going to fully meet their squad.
"Aye-aye, sir." Squirrelpaw mewed as she smiled. Firestar nodded as he began to lead everyone to where they were resting.
The others had scampered ahead as Squirrelpaw and Rafter-man brought up the rear. Trucks drove along as a helicopter flew overhead. Thunderclan cats were busy unboxing the trucks as they wanted to get the supplies over. The radio soon began playing music as the cat soon began singing.
"Uno, Dos, One, Tres, Quattro!" The radio began playing it only meant one thing. Wooly Bully. Squirrelpaw walked around as she wanted to find her squad.
"Wooly Bully!" Tawnypelt shouted. She soon turned to Squirrelpaw and Rafter-man who were looking for their squad.
"First platoon?" Squirrelpaw asked her wondering where they were. Tawnypelt turned to her.
"Yeah through there." Tawnypelt responded as they soon began to walk to into the courtyard where all the cats were stationed there. A white and brown tom was busy shaving himself as he soon turned seeing the two cats. One of whom he recognized.
"Hey lone ranger." Squirrelpaw greeted him. It turned out the brown and white tom was indeed Cowboy. He soon turned to Squirrelpaw.
"Holy shit!" Cowboy responded as a grin developed across his face. Squirrelpaw soon went over to her. She soon took off her helmet.
"You old motherfucker." Squirrelpaw responded. Cowboy soon finished up as he wiped off as he spoke to Squirrelpaw.
"It's the Joker." Cowboy spoke. They soon hugged each other as they knew it was the first time they saw each other in months. He soon released her as Squirrelpaw spoke.
"What's happenin'?" Squirrelpaw asked him. Cowboy soon looked at her.
"Boy, I hoped I'd never see you again, you piece of shit!" Cowboy responded before hugging Squirrelpaw again. Squirrelpaw laughed. She soon began to speak to him.
"What's happening, man?" Squirrelpaw asked him. Cowboy soon spoke.
"Oh, I'm just waiting to get back to the land of the big PX." Cowboy responded. Squirrelpaw soon spoke next.
"Yeah? Well, why go back? Here or there, samey-same." Squirrelpaw spoke. They soon released each other as they began to joke around.
"Been getting any?" Cowboy asked him if she had seen action. Squirrelpaw wanted to pull off more jokes with him.
"Only your sister." Squirrelpaw spoke as she knew about it. Cowboy laughed as he spoke.
"Well, better my sister than my mom, though my mom's not bad." Cowboy responded. He soon turned them as he began to speak to the rest of the squad. "Hey you hogs, this is my sis, Joker and this is…" Cowboy introduced them to Squirrelpaw and the gang he didn't know who was traveling with her.
"Rafter-man." Squirrelpaw introduced him to the group.
"…Rafter-man. They're from the Stars and Stripes. They'll make you famous." Cowboy finished the introductory.
"All right." The cats cheered except for one big fluffy white tom with blue eyes. He had his green uniform on as several belts of ammo were wrapped around his body as he was holding his M60 with just one paw and on his helmet it read "I Am Become Death." "We're in the Lusthog squad. We're life-takers and heartbreakers." Cowboy spoke again. The tom walked over to Squirrelpaw as it was clear he was her cousin. "We shoot 'em full of holes and fill 'em full of lead." The cats cheered as the cat soon spoke to Squirrelpaw.
"You a photographer?" He spoke. Squirrelpaw looked at the cat as she wasn't afraid of her big cousin.
"No… I'm a combat correspondent." Squirrelpaw responded. Some of the cats cheered as they were getting excited to see where this was going. The white tom smiled.
"Oh, you seen much combat?" He asked her if she got into any battles. Squirrelpaw soon spoke returning the smile as one formed over her muzzle.
"Well, I've seen a little on TV." Squirrelpaw responded. Some of the group began to laugh.
"You're a real comedian." The tom responded. The laughs were getting steadily louder. Squirrelpaw knew he had to squeeze an inch above him.
"Well, they call me the joker." Squirrelpaw responded. The crowd began to laugh as they knew where this was going.
"Well I got a joke for you. I'm gonna tear you a new asshole." The tom responded the laughed at them as they were going to see where the joke war was going to go. Squirrelpaw knew she had to get one over him.
"Well, pilgrim… only after you… eat the peanuts out of my shit!" Squirrelpaw taunted the big warrior as more cheers and laughter was heard. The white tom soon spoke.
"You talk the talk. Do you walk the walk?" He asked her as he was wondering what was going on. The cheers from cats got loud as a black tom came over to him. Wanting to break this up.
"Now you might not believe it but under fire, Cloudtail is one of the finest Warrior Cats in the world." The black tom responded as the crowd laughed. He soon finished his words off. "All he needs is some cat to throw hand grenades at him for the rest of his life." He spoke. The cats laughed as he lead Cloudtail away. Cowboy turned to Squirrelpaw.
"Come on, sit down. Come on Joker." Cowboy responded. The tom and Cloudtail soon sat down after this day.
"Hey jungle bunny. Thank Starclan for the sickle cell, huh?" Cloudtail mewed to the black tom who was cleaning his M16.
"Yeah Cloudtail." He responded. Another cat of the squad who was a tabby who had the name of Crazy Earl wanted Rafter-man's attention. He had his Daisy Ryder BB gun with him.
"Hey Photographer! Want to take a good picture?" He asked. Rafter-man got up as he walked over to Crazy Earl. He soon got the picture ready. "Here take this." He responded before hushing him. "This… is my bro." Crazy Earl soon lifted a hat up as it was covering the dead body of an tom cat a N.V.A soldier to be exact. The cats burst out in laughter. "This is his party. He is the guest of honor. Today… is his birthday." The cats looked at him as they wanted to speak to him. Rafter-man began snapping photos.
"Happy Birthday Zipperhead." Cloudtail sarcastically mewed. The other cheers were wishing the dead tom a nice birthday.
"I will never forget this day. The day I came to Hue City and fought one million N.V.A. gooks." Crazy Earl began. He continued to speak. "I love the little Commie bastards, man, I really do. These enemy grunts are as hard as slant-eyed drill instructors. These are great days we're living bros! We are jolly green giants, walking the earth with guns. These cats we wasted here today… are the finest warriors we will ever know. After we rotate back to the world, we're gonna miss not having anyone around that's worth shooting." The cats laughed as it was clear that their mission was coming soon but they just didn't know when.
[A/N]: Well updates will be less frequent since I am feeling overworked and we're not getting a lot of attention for this. We need more views if we keep the ball rolling so try to review at the end to see what you want to happen next.
Speaking of which, what fanfic genres ten to generate the most amount of views and reviews since I feel like I might have to hop on a bandwagon to see try to get the most out of everything. I really don't like getting that much attention I really do not. So tell me what I should do next.
Also what did Squirrelpaw mean by the Jungian thing. Is she expressing the duality of the cat. If you know the answer, leave it as a review so I can look over it. Anyways that is all and I will try to get back to you.