A Short Vicious War

This is the Start of the Bishop timeline as warriors who always step up and what could happen if the wrong A hole gets in the front office, and we slip back into an isolationist way of thinking, and what might happen. As always, I am solely responsible for the content of this story, and this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. I am using a foreigner language and if I used something the wrong way, please excuse me. If you like what you read, please leave a comment and remember to vote and like and follow. Thank you.

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Security Level: Secret/Personal

Date: August 24, 2055

Time: 0712.12 MST

Begin audio and visual recording.

'......ather, Father.' You hear a young girl calling out and see an older man sitting at his desk. Behind him are several photos and awards including a MoH inside a frame, there are also several flags including a guidon, a folded American Flag, and a flag that that was obviously from a foreign army. 'In here kitten.' He answers as you look at the photos of him with various President and a young Asian woman, then 1, 2, 3 and finally 4 young children. He is dressed in ACUs with 3 stars on his chest and the crossed rifles of Infantry. There is a scar that goes from his forehead to the left side of his jaw, this is obviously and old wound that was long sense healed up.

'A young Asian woman dressed in a green flight suit with Captains bars on her shoulders and a name patch that had pilots wing and the name Bishop, K. M. on it come in and hugs him. 'Hello kitten, flying today I see.' He says and receives a cross look from her. 'Yes, father I'm flying today, and I'll be back before dinner tonight.' She said. He just smiled at her. 'Of course, you are kitten, I may be 90 but I'm not blind or stupid, and please remember that dinner is at 1830 with cocktails starting at 1700 kitten.' He replied.'

'She stomps her foot and scowls at him. 'Father, I am not a cat.' She snaps at him. He just laughs and hugs her to him. 'Yes, you are Kathern, when you were born you didn't cry you mewed like a kitten. And you've always looked just like your mother, you never got as tall as you 2 brothers and sister. But that's okay I love you none the less my little kitten.' He told her.

'Father!' Kathern snaps at him as he laughed and hugged her yet again. She grumped at him and kissed the top of his tan bald head. 'Be sure to bring that young Major to dinner tonight kitten. I'd like to meet the young man that has taken a place in your heart.' He said. Kathern stood there with her mouth agape. 'And just how have you heard about him father?' She said her eyes narrowing. He just looked up and smiled then returned to the paperwork on his desk. '1730 kitten, don't be late, dress is casual no uniforms or T-shirts.' he said as another person walked into the room.'

'Morning John.' He said and came into camera view. You can see he's an older Colonel, he hands John several folders and takes a few off his desk. 'Tony, where's my coffee ya slacker.' John yells towards the open door. 'It's coming ya old grouch, keep your panties on.' Tony answers back and walked in a few minutes later caring in a cup and several donuts on a plate. 'I swear John you'd lose your head if you didn't get your morning coffee.' He said. 'We have a new cook coming up around 1000 to test out Boss so don't scare him off just yet.' He was wearing Master Sargent stripes on his sleeve, from the ribbon on his and the Colonels shirts, you can see they've been in some serious battles.'

'Tony you and Bobby handle the day-to-day shit here, so is he going to be a personal orderly or just a cook's helper for this hack poisoner we got here?' John asked Bobby and pointing over at Tony. 'You always eat this hack poisoner's grub Mister, so I'd be careful.' Tony grouched back and heard back to the kitchen. The 3 remaining laughed as he stomped out. 'Daddy, I don't know what he has planned for tonight.' Kathern said. John looked up at her then over at Bobby. 'Colonel, explain it to her if you would please.' John said to Bobby. 'The way it works Captain is, the General tells you to do something, and you salute and say Yes Sir. Then carry out the order to the best of your ability.' Bobby told Kathern. Both John and Bobby looked at her, waiting. 'Say Yes Sir young lady.' Bobby said.'

'Kathern gritted her teeth and smiled at her father and the Colonel. 'Yes Sir.' She said. John and Bobby both smiled. 'There see, that's called willful obedience to orders Captain.' John said. 'Now get out of here both of you, I've got work to do before I can retire. Shoo.' Kathern kissed the top of his head yet again and headed out of the picture. 'Bobby, deliver a message that it is the Generals desire that Major Adam Wellen dine with the family tonight. Dress is casual blah, blah, blah. Is Kate free tonight?' John said. Bobby nodded. 'Have her and Bob Jr come to. I hear he's doing well at the Point.' Both men smiled. 'Alright then, get out of here and remind Tony that the kids are coming for Memorial Day, so have the spare house cleaned and I'd like to get the wood cut, split and stacked for this winter. Looks like we might have one like we did during the war, and I'd like to be ready before it hits.' John said. Bobby nodded and left the room.'

'John looked out the window at the Base not 4 miles away, it's runway and revetments holding AH -84 C Guardian Attack Helicopters, SH -66 Red Hawk transport Helos and several MH -76 G Pave Hawks for JSOC flights. He remembered a time when he had bought the property to make it a sports and recreation area for Tuscan Co. the small town that was just across road from it. The area measured 1.5 by 3.2 miles wide by long. It would have made a good place to have a baseball/ softball field, a soccer pitch, a skeet area, football field and walking trails that would be pet friendly. Now it was home to 2500+ troops that guarded this area of Colorado and the surrounding areas. As the first Commander he had been allowed to name it, he's decided to call it Fort Apache. He looked down at the camera and begins to speak.'

'This is an official memoir, the only official memoir that has been authorized by me. Several hacks have tried to publish unauthorized ones and they've quickly found out that doing so was detrimental to their bank accounts and reputations. I've always been a private person and never wished to be thrust into the spotlight, but somehow, I always seem to end up there. My name is John P. Bishop, Lt. General AUS Infantry. CO of the Southern Colorado Defense Area. My daughter has always said that I should do this, to be sure that I set the record straight about what happened up here during the 27 months we were at war with the former North Korea.'

'If you wonder what was there, I can tell you that it was known as the hermit kingdom and always pushing for a war with the South and us the U.S. It like many other dictatorships has ended up on the trash heap of history after fucking with America one to many times. So, what really happened up here? How did thing go down? what did I really do to destroy an NK airborne Battalion that landed here.'

'Well let's start with the basics, how could I afford the things that I owned and had stored away, set up or stashed out of sight. 3 years before the war started, I won one of the big pay out lotteries and had the foresight to buy up property in many places and build bunkers on that land. Stocking them was a pain in the ass but when you have a few friends in high places, you can do it without drawing a lot of attention. Auctions were a good place to get vehicles and other thing. Having a business that makes weapons is another way to make a lot of money especially when the weapons you make get noticed by the SpecOps community.'

'Personally, I'd never really planned to use the damn things like that, but I was glad I did have them ready. Especially for my Ex who was living in the Houston area, when the NKs came ashore off that freighter in the ship channel once they hit port. Luckly she and several of her friends were able to bug out and make it to the sight and stayed there for 19 months. I was part of the column that came in and kicked the NKs and their gang cohorts right in the teeth, I showed no mercy when we came upon a roadblock of traitors.'

'We left a lot of bodies lying around, of course by that stage of the war no one was showing much in the way of mercy or understanding to the NKs or anyone working for them in any way.' He pauses here for several moments and drinks some of his coffee while looking out the window again. The sound of several helos taking off can be heard. You can see him smile at the sound and the knowledge that anyone stupid enough to attack this area again would find a much different welcoming then the last time.'

'If I'm going to tell this story I need to start at the beginning, for me the beginning started on April 27, 2023, at 0734 hours. I was outside looking over the area that I was going plow for my yearly garden, it was still fairly cold, but I knew we would be having a warm front push through in the next few days that would thaw the ground enough for me to plow. I looked back at the top of the hill behind my house, out of habit I looked the 11 wind vertical turbines to see how they were doing. The smallest one was an 55Kw unit that powered my house, the bunker under it and the cave and all the tools in that cave. If I had to, I could close all 11 down, retract them into their silos and run on diesels for a month. I had spent 150+ million to erect them and have the silos put in in order to do the maintaince on them from the safety of the scaffolding in the silos. Plus, if a blizzard blew up, they could be retracted and stored away from the snow and high winds.'

'I remember hearing a rumbling noise, being a former sailor and hardhat diver, I always pay attention to the weather. It sounded like thunder, and I knew we weren't expecting anything for at least the next 4 days or so. The rumble kept getting louder as I faced south and kept looking. To me it sounded like a couple of C-141s, but I knew they had been retired from the AF inventory and even the reserve units no longer flew them. I had picked a few up and had them flown to Georgia to be completely overhauled. I would be using them to move CERT (Community Emergency Response Team) teams to major MCI events. I could also use them to fly across the country without worrying about a bunch of people looking in or asking about what I had in the cases. Some of the people that I delt with, while on the up and up, would still rather remain anonymous as to who they were and did.'

'The retarding of the sound told me it was jets I was hearing and a few seconds later the first Vic of 3 came into view. It took me just a few seconds to clearly ID them. IL-76s, a Soviet era heavy transport bird that first flew in March of 71. The markings on the body and wings told me it was not friendly. "Sam, were under attack, send a message to Sam at Langly and Noah at Dam Neck that this is a no shit invasion, more info to follow as soon as I know it or can get access to it. Make the header an Operational Immediate and code it." I said and began to head for the house as a second Vic came over the top of the hill. 2 parachutes came out the left bird and I knew they would end up in the trees, not a good place to land at any time, no more followed them.'

"Sam active all bunkers and send out the messages for everyone to head for them. Begin filling the water tanks for our bunker and start circulating the air in there. Open it up too I'll be more than likely going in once I make a recon of what's happening." I told her. Sam is my house AI that runs more or less the 10 bunkers and the different houses that sit above them. I made it to the house and changed into tactical gear as a third, fourth and fifth Vic flew over my house. 15 birds, 100 men per bird equaled 1500 assholes that I now had to kill. Man, I was seriously fucked right now.'

'I pulled out a suppressed M-916SD that my shop built for the SF operators, it had a titanium barrel and the lower as made from a new super strong carbon fiber/epoxy resin that was 5 times stronger than the aluminum thar most lowers were made of. It shaved 1.5 pounds from the weight of a normal M-4 that most carried. The pistol, a.45 Cal APC also had an integrated suppressor and carbon fiber/ epoxy slide that shaved 10 oz's off of it. My body armor was made of flexible titanium plates covered with a special fiber coating, capable of taking a.308 AP hit.'

"All messages have been sent John and several have been answered, I'm still waiting for a reply from either Noah or Samantha to your war messages." She told me. "Send them the info about the 15 IL-76s that overflew us. Did you get any pictures of them?" I asked. "Yes John, I am including the best ones with the updated messages." She told me as I headed back downstairs and out the door. I could see where dummy 1 and 2 had landed in the trees and headed for them. It took me about 5 or so odd minutes to find the first idiot, he was suspended about 3 feet off the ground with a broken branch coming out his chest. I could tell that he would never live even if a trauma surgeon was right here and could work on him, he was already a dead man.'

'I walked around in front of him as he tracked me with his eyes, I could hear his labored breathing and from the amount of blood coming out of his mouth knew he was bleeding out. "I... kill... you... american... dog." he managed to gasp out as I quickly searched him. I found his pistol and the 2 mags for it, he had a knife on his right ankle and one in his left pocket, 6 hand grenades, 3 in the right shirt lower cargo pocket and the same on the left. I needed these badly, I really didn't have any. The mags for his AK 47 where in a vest that I sat about 5 feet from him along with his rucksack.'

'I took the IFAK off his gear and opened it, the Israeli bandage was nearly brand new, as was the drugs for pain and to keep him awake. They had German and French manufacturing marks on them, and their expiration dates were far in the future. I zipped it back up and stuffed it into the goodies bag that I had on my left hip. I found his ID card and a small diary, in his helmet was a picture of him, a woman obviously his mother and a young girl about his age. A girlfriend or wife? I really didn't know but I found no wedding band on him so it must have been a girlfriend. "You... die... american... pig." He managed to gasp out yet again. I just looked at him and smiled yet again, I had to hand it to him he was determined to kill me. Good that meant that I would treat his buddies like I would treat him, as my enemy.'

"I may die son, but your feet will never touch American soil while you draw breath butthead." I told him and smiled an evil smile as I looked his gear over. "Here, let me help you down." I told him and released the fittings on his harness I pulled on the releases that held the risers to the harness and his weight simply drove the stick all the way through his chest. He took 1 last gasping breath and died. His feet still 2 feet off the ground, he had never landed. 7 months from now he would finally drop to the ground, and I would actually bury him. Yes, he is still buried exactly where he had fallen, and I had a small tombstone placed on his grave. It simply read PVT. Lin. AB, NKA, 01-16-2004, 04-27-2023. Every now and then, I go and chat with him for a few minutes to show that I hold no animosity towards him, he was a soldier and doing his duty. Duty is a heavy burden and no matter how far we try to run from it, we always seem to find it and do it. When he had died, he really knew nothing of life, and I had nearly 39 years on him. I had loved and lost many people in my life by that time.'

'I covered his stripped gear with sticks and leaves and went to find dummy 2, he really wasn't that hard to find as he was singing a happy song. That told me that he had opened his IFAK and partaken of his happy drugs. He was singing what sounded like a love song or a drinking song. I quietly snuck up on him and placed the barrel of my pistol against his head, he suddenly stops singing and smiles over at me. "Ah, american dog I kill you." He giggles out. I look around and can see he has taken the morphine and Demerol, hell I'd be happy as fuck too. I can see his right ankle is broken as hell; he isn't going anyplace without help. I quickly disarm him; I don't want him to hurt himself. "Oh, okay cupcake, you're going to kill me. I really kind of doubt that but you keep thinking those silly thoughts." I tell him as he laughs some more. "I kill you; I kill you american." He sing songed laughing the whole time.'

"CHUN... CHUN" We hear as he takes a deep breath and smiled at me again. "Oooh, american, friends come, then they kill you too." He giggled and opened his mouth to yell back. I never gave him the chance as I pointed the barrel of my pistol at his open mouth and fire, the hollow point round blew out the back of his skull, killing him instantly. "Sorry Chun, I can't have you giving our position away to your friends just yet, I need to kill a lot of them before they really try to kill me." I tell him. He looks surprised and I simply nod to him. I can hear them calling his name and know where they are and going to head next.'

'I ghosted through the undergrowth heading for a clump of brush not far from the trail I suspect they were walking on. Ariving at my ambush spot I hunker down and waited. The wait isn't long as I counted 7 idiots walk right past me, only the point man had his weapon up and ready. The other 6 were coking, smoking and joking like they've already won the war, it was time to show them that here in America, every blade of grass had a rifle hidden behind it. I took a deep breath and focused, just like I'd trained and practiced.'

'Stepping out, the safety moved to the 'fuck you' position as I pulled the weapon up tight, checked my sight picture and start killing. I did double taps to the back of each head moving from one to the other with methodical precision. All I heard was the hushed chink sound of the bolt coming home after each shot. The point man started to turn around and I could see the stripes on his sleeve, I wanted to have a short talk with him, so I shot his ass through both shoulders that dropped him to the ground. I walked past each man and shot them again in the head to be sure. I couldn't afford to leave any live enemies behind me for any reason, I had exactly 0 backup and knew I would need to be ruthless as hell.'

"Well hello Mr. Sargent, nice of you to just drop in like this but I'm not really receiving any visitors today." I told him as I frisked him. I found everything just like the other 2 idiots I'd already picked over. What the fuck? were these cookie cutter troops? Put item A into pocket A etc. etc. I did find a map which told me this asshole was a serious commie. "Fuck you american dog we kill you and take your country. You will bow to the great leader and work for us dog." He managed to get out through gritted teeth. I just smiled at him and shook my head, why was it that every dick head dictator who thought America was weak wanted to take us over. Had they just not been paying attention to the other dipshits who tried that before and ended up on the trash heap? or were they all just soft in the fucking head?'

'I heard his radio squawk and pulled it out, good I now had a way to hack into their comms traffic. 'Well Mr. Sargent, your fuck head leader just screwed the pooch, literally. Soon your country will be just another foot note in the history books that will read, Fucked with the USA. Got crushed like the other pretenders to the throne." I told him. "You will be destroyed dog; the oppressed people will rise up and throw off the oppressive yoke of your sick degenerative government." He rattled off like he actually believed the words he was speaking. Now I had to laugh, God this guy was funny. He also spoke fairly good English which told me he was more than likely an intel puke; the map and radio were pretty good give aways also. I searched him again and found several other pieces of paper in his pockets, I couldn't read them but if I put them on Sam's scanner. She would be able to translate them and tell me what they said.'