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A Winter of Fire: Hugo's Story

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Content Index

Chapter #1 - Tiro                Chapter #5 - Amare

Chapter #2 - Sola               Chapter #6 - Výcvik

Chapter #3 - Militum

Chapter #4 - Vargo


#1 - Tiro

"It is a day in our lives that we never expect to happen. 17/03/09 — The soldiers in black are gone. I think it's safe to come out now. The decimation of a once vibrant farm was immense. Smoke rose from the soot covered barn. The crops are no more, the animals are no more... my family is no more. I ran as fast as I could, over to the corpse of my mother. Seldom does one struggle to describe the wave of emotions that surge through you - sadly, this was one of those times. I could of been there for hours, staring at my mother. Her corpse is still warm. I held onto her, waiting for her to stroke my hair like she use to; but there is nothing, only the whistling of the wind. I don't know how long I was there for; it could of been hours, the sun began to set over the Black Mountains in the near distance, when I eventually looked up. 

I felt a cold hand gently grasp my shoulder, I jolted back in sure fear - I was too focused on my mother. The man in the uniform scared me. Luckily, he was a soldier of the Chernarussian Defence Force - he was hope. There were others standing behind him, with a look of remorse and despair on their faces... they had never seen something as bad as that before. A 13-year-old child, sitting next to a pile that consisted of nothing more than burnt possessions and dead relatives. This genocide was something that could not go without retribution. Something I would seek for the rest of my life. I was taken to a truck, were I was sent to somewhere more safe, somewhere out of South Zagoria - away from the bloodshed and the fighting. It was no place for a boy. After I was taken away from my farm, which was only a mile north of Gvozdno. For many months I was resident to a refugee centre on the outskirts of South Zagoria, conditions were basic at most. I was given a bed, a side-table and some possessions. That was all I had to my name. I was worthless. To my surprise, there were many other children my age; except they had families. I managed to befriend some of them, we would spend most of our days playing outside - even if it was cold, we didn't care, we just wanted to play outside in the wilderness. Gunfire could be heard in the distance every now and then, the odd soldier would tell us to stop messing around, but we didn't. We just wanted to have some fun.

I prayed that this day didn't come. I was actually enjoying life at the refugee centre; something you don't hear very often. I was taken to a small fishing town, called Serye Vishna, that was situated next to the Burnaya river, which ran through the heart of Chernarus. I was woken up early in the morning, the night was still young, There was a convoy of trucks, with soldiers guarding them, we were to be taken further west, somewhere safer. I was to be sent to a foster home, a family had agreed to take me in. Surprising. The journey there was long and rigorous, it felt like it was never going to end. All I did was stare out of the truck; the wilderness in Chernarus is beautiful, it's untouched. 

Finally... I arrived at my new home. I was escorted by a soldier, I didn't catch his name... to be honest, I don't think he wanted me to know it. He was very quiet. Anyways, this house was situated in the centre of the village, from the outside it seemed relatively large, with a wooden decking, wooden door and a wooden exterior - it seemed much nicer than my old home. I was standing outside, with the soldier by my side for a good couple of minutes before the door opened. When it did, my heart sunk...

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Good read.Keep on writing,I would definitely like to see more.

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Nice story Mebogal, promoting you to a political newspaper writer ano?

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Nice story Mebogal, promoting you to a political newspaper writer ano?

of course bratr!


Thanks for all the positive feedback, chapter 2 will be out soon!

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#2 - Sola

The family were lined up when the door opened. Mother, father and daughter - a happy, unified family. 23/06/09 - The soldier knelt down, for the first time I was able to stare him directly in the eyes; he whispered "byt silny", patted me on the shoulder and he went on his way. I stood outside, it took a few seconds to register that I was gazing upon my new family for the first time, they did nothing but stare back. Both parties were in a state of shock, I was receiving a new family; and they were receiving a new addition to the family. This is an event that rarely occurs. The father broke the silence by warmly saying "are you going to come in?" I did as he commanded, and made my way up the wooden decking and into the house. I did not acknowledge any of them as I entered the house. They were okay with it, they were well informed about the current that situation I was in - they knew about my family, about The Chedaki. They were very cautious in the way they approached me - are they sympathetic? assertive? How does one build a relationship with someone who is still shocked about the slaughter of their whole family? The sole survivor, the Kučera's were no more. 

The father - Matyáš, sat me down to have a conversation, to introduce me to the family. I cannot remember too much about our initial conversations, he told me the names of the other family members; the mother - Mia, and the daughter - Elsa, she was only a year older than me, 14. Matyáš worked as a financial consultant, and was a part-time fisherman. Mia was a nurse at the local hospital. Their home was something I had never seen before, it had two stories. Even better, I was given my bedroom. Back in South Zagoria, I use to share a bedroom with my two elder brothers, it was like hell, but I loved it. I would do anything to go back to it. But I accepted the fact that I could never return to it, the only thing that remained of them were the memories - and I would do nothing but cherish it forever. 

There was something odd about Mia's accent, the same with Elsa's, it wasn't fluent Chernarussian. I daren't ask where they hailed from, because it obviously was not Chernarus. They sounded slightly American, but that was beyond me - why would Americans live here? Even though I love this nation, there is nothing to it, nothing going for it. It was obvious that Matyáš was a full-bread Chernarussian, he carried a thick accent and his name was an extremely traditional Chernarussian name. He also served for the CDF during the soviet-era. But Mia and Elsa's origin would have me confused for months to come. I was too shy to even ask them, little did I know that they were in-fact of American origin. Matyáš is not Elsa's actual father - something that we would bond over. He was her step-father. Mia and Elsa are from a place calledColorado, I had never heard of it before, but then again, my geography was terrible. Mia married Matyaš when Elsa was 8, they then moved to Chernarus when she was 10, ever-since she has been brushing up her Chernarussian. It isn't too bad, but there is most definitely room for improvement. 

That first night I did not get a second of sleep, I laid idle in my bed - it was way too comfy for my liking. Too much was thrashing through my brain to be able to get a good-night sleep. I would not get a good-night sleep for weeks to come, as was expected. I did not trust these people at first, after all, I was living in a strangers home - I would never get round to the fact that they were my family. As loving as they were to me, nothing would beat smelling Mother's cooking in the morning or seeing her in the garden, pruning the bushes or going to watch Sparta Novidmitrovsk play with Father and my two Brothers. Those days will be forever missed. 

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Really interesting, keep up the good work!

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Lovely read mebogal, one thing I can suggest, is that you add a summary with hyperlinks to all your stories on the thread, so that it's easier to access when you get a lot more sections/chapters.

For example you would have:

Content:

#1 - Tiro

#2 - Sola

Just saying this because I added it recently as well :)

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Lovely read mebogal, one thing I can suggest to, is that you add a summary with hyperlinks to all your stories on the thread, so that it's easier to access when you get a lot more sections/chapters.

For example you would have:

Content:

#1 - Tiro

#2 - Sola

Just saying this because I added it recently as well :)

That's actually an awesome idea, thanks for telling me :)

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Very interesting,hope you continue writing.

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#3 - Militum

This is the worst part of the year. I wake up in darkness, I go to sleep in darkness. 17/02/13 - Winter is such an ominous time of year, especially in Chernarus, where it is practically cold all year round. Seeing as I have now finished school, I have nothing to do, school was a great time-filler; I didn't mind it too much, history was most definitely my favourite subject. It would be a dream of mine to study history at university - the socialising, the lifestyle, everything about it is just so appealing to me. I just don't think Matyáš and Mia could afford it, the finances would cripple the family to bankruptcy. Matyáš wants me to join the CDF, he told me that his years serving in the military were the best. I think if I were to do it, now would be the time, the CDF is restructuring itself now the civil war is over, a huge recruitment campaign has started, they are looking to increase their numbers ten-fold, which is surprising; seeing as their yearly budget isn't exactly glamorous.

It's been waging on my mind for some time now, but Matyáš has finally lined-up some interviews for a career in the armed forces, it's good to know that there is a recruitment office in the town, if it wasn't for Serye Vishna having close-ties to the military, I would have no idea where to start. How do you get recruited? Who do you see? It's something I've never really got my head around. I believe the closest recruitment station apart from the one in Vishna is south of Burnaya, which is a good hours drive away. Ever since my family's tragedy, I have always been open to a career in the armed forces, I've always believed that Chernarus has given so much to me, and that I should give something back; there is no better way by joining the armed forces, I suppose.

The day finally arrived, it was the day of my interview. I made my way down to the local CDF recruitment station, Matyáš came along with me. It wasn't very big, all that featured was a small desk, a large Chernarussian flag standing in the corner and a few chairs. There wasn't much to it. As I entered a building a man behind the desk stood up, he was wearing his parade uniform, it looked incredibly slick; boots polished, medals polished, not a speck of dust in-sight. 

"Hugo, is it? I am Nadporučík Vuka. I've been serving with the CDF for 6-years now. I've been a recruitment officer for 2 of those years. You're making the right choice by choosing a career in the military." the officer said.

[align=left]I found it interesting how he said "You're making the right choice by choosing a career in the military", it's as if I'm already a recruit in bootcamp, like I've already signed the papers that dedicate the next few years to the military. It's almost as if they're pressurising you into joining the military. I sat down onto a chair opposite him, he slid a form across the table, to my direction, it had "recruitment form" written on the top in bold writing. 

"You are 17 right now, correct? It say's here that you turn 18 in two months. If we get all the papers sorted and everything goes smoothly, you could potentially be starting bootcamp in 4 months. All you would really need to do is sign a few papers, take a small fitness and aptitude test - nothing too demanding." he said as I read the terms of the form. 

"If you could just sign: here, here and... here, we'll be done for the day and I'll book you in for your physical and written test." he continued to say.

I can't believe I was doing it, there was nothing formal about the process at all, it was incredibly surprising. I didn't realise how easy it was to join the military, there really was nothing to it. I signed where he pointed, it was as if he was doing it for me. The strangest thing is I cannot recollect signing the form; the psychology behind it all was incredible. I was signing myself away to the military. Once I left the recruitment station, it took some time to overcome the fact that my military career had officially started, and I had no idea what I had gotten myself in to.

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+1

hej mega cool historie :) blive endelig ved med at skrive, jeg ser frem til den næste kapitel. :)

sorry the first part was Danish Here is a translation

hey cool story. keep on writing I look forward to the next chapter.

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Chapter #4 - Vargo

The walk home was long, I was still overcoming the fact that I was joining the military. The date I start bootcamp hasn't been confirmed, yet; but it'll be soon, I know that for sure. 17/02/13 - I walked home in complete silence, not a word to Matyáš. As soon as I arrived home, Mia had already been given a confirmation date. She was in just as much shock as I was. The date I was set to leave for bootcamp was May 1st, 2013. Just over 2 months away, I couldn't wait. 

Till then, I didn't have much to do. All I really could do was train, work on my fitness, my muscle density. If I were to give a good impression to my drill sergeants, i'd need to start training now. At least get some preparation done before I ship out for bootcamp. I believe there are two main training centres in Chernarus; Fort Belozersk, based in the north west of the nation, and Camp Primorsk, situated north east of the capital, Novigrad. I was to begin my training at Camp Primorsk, which is where I wanted to go. Fort Belozersk is too close to both Takistan and Russia, if any of those two nations were to invade Chernarus for some strange reason, Belozersk would be one of the first locations to be captured. I don't think either nation would take kindly to any military personnel, whether they be 30-year veterans or fresh recruits. Hopefully, when i'm ever on leave during my training, I may be able to spend some time in Novigrad; I've never been before, so my first couple of trips there will be quite interesting. I'm a country boy through and through, but I've always wanted to live in the city, there are so many places to go to, so many things to do, it would be absolutely amazing. 

That night, I got no sleep at all. I laid in my bed, wide awake. The whole prospect of joining the military and finally serving my country got to me. I was excited already, the fact that I had to wait till May brought me down a little; but nevertheless, I was fit to serve, I feel sorry for those who are desperate to serve; but physical and mental disabilities hold them back. It would tear me apart, if I couldn't join the military. It's something I have akways wanted to do. 

A couple weeks after I signed the documents at the recruitment station, I was subject to a few medical, academic and fitness exams. I didn't think to much of them, like the recruitment officer said, they were "nothing too demanding", I was correct. The tests were incredibly easy, I passed them all with flying colours. I suppose the CDF will allow literally anybody to join their ranks. I heard from a couple of my friends that they were contemplating taking the age of recruitment down from 18 to 16. It doesn't surprise me, relations with Russia have completely deteriorated over the last couple of years, ever since ethnic Russians were caught fighting with the Chedaki, and they were being supplied by the Russian government directly. I believe we still have Russians condemned of fighting for the Chedaki imprisoned here, in Chernarus, they've demanded that these prisoners be released, but the Government have refused, by saying "The only way these criminals are returning to Russia, is in a bodybag. Their crimes against Chernarus are inexcusable". They hate our guts, and Chernarus needs to be ready for an invasion that is more imminent than one would assume. It is obvious that we would not beat Russia in any war, we would just need to buy ourselves enough time so that NATO could save our ass. 

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Chapter #5 - Amare 

May 1st 2013 - I laid wide awake in bed, staring at the Chernarussian flag that hung so proudly in my room. It was one of the only things I still poses that belonged to my Father. The thought that I was going to protect the Motherland with my life was overwhelming. In a few hours, I was going to meet the men that I would stand by my side, willing to die for me ... and I for them. It was a all too overwhelming. 

The door to my bedroom slowly creaked open, it was her... Elsa. I believe she was returning home, to America. I doubt I'll see her again, I doubt she'll want to return to Chernarus. A nation on the brink of destruction. For that night and that night alone, I forgot about all the terrors in the world - the Chedaki, the Civil War and focused just on her. The benediction of it all was amazing, she lay by my side, something I wished of for a long time - I never had the courage to express my true feeling for her. I didn't want this moment to end, I didn't want the break of dawn to arrive. I didn't want to leave her side, we hardly talked, yet just from looking into her blue eyes, I felt like I knew everything about her ... and she knew everything about me. Her long blonde hair was spread all over my bed, she smelt amazing; like a pair freshly pruned roses, I could never get tired of that smell, nor would I ever forget it. Dawn broke, I woke up with a bolt; I jolted upwards and quickly grasped for some air - I must of had a terrible nightmare, but I couldn't recall a single event of it. Sweat dripped down my forehead, Elsa slowly woke up and gave a slurred "good morning" to me, I didn't reply, I was completely zoned-out and breathing more frequently and heavily than usual. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She pulled me back down, and placed both her hands onto my chest one at a time "Now, Mr. Kučera ... I want you to make a promise to me" she said with a slight grim on her face, "I want to see you again, you in one piece ... okay?" she continued, I gave a gentle nod, and she fell onto my chest, wrapping her arms around her body. We lay their completely idol for some time, I didn't want this to end.

It was a cold morning, as usual, I was taken to the bus depot, where three buses were lined up. The place was full, there must of been at least 100 people there, all with their families, saying goodbye. I gave Matyáš a firm handshake, he whispered "Udělat Chernarus hrdý, synu" into my hear. I gave Mia a hug, and finally ... Elsa. This would be the last time I would see her, how do I say goodbye? For a few moments we stood there, looking into each others eyes. Her eyes began to water-up, at that point, I grabbed her, and gave her a long meaningful hug, followed by an even longer kiss. At that point, my eyes began to well-up too. I walked over to the bus and looked at them all one last time, they all seemed upset, like they are loosing an actual family member. Elsa was in tears, Matyáš looked like he was going to cry, too. I blew a kiss to them all and made my way onto the bus. 

"You, boy! ... Name?" the bus driver asked, "Kučera, Hugo" I replied in a surprised tone. He looked at a long list of names, and tapped his pen multiple times on my name. "Yep, you're here, find a seat" he said. I looked at the other faces on the bus, they stared back at me. They looked just as worried as me, I don't blame them, this is a completely new experience for all of us. I just hope it isn't too difficult, that I'm a good soldier, and that I serve my country with pride and honour. 

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Chapter #6 - Výcvik

May 1st 2013 -  I finally arrived at the training complex in Primorsk. The CDF still use the old Soviet military blocks to train new recruits. Equipment was outdated, tactics and training methods were old. After the Americans launched "Operation Harvest Red", during the Civil War of 2009, the American Marines have always kept a small detachment of troops, for training purposes. I personally found their assistance useless, they didn't understand our military traditions, and our fighting methods, that dated-back to the Second World War; they tried to adapt our format of warfare, but we Chernarussians are not welcome to change. During my time in training, I learned to disregard what the Marines had to say, and to listen only to my training sergeants. 

We were shown to our living quarters. Life in the military was basic - especially during training. We were given one phone call home per week, we each had a single bed, with one foot locker. Our equipment was supplied to us, curtesy of the Logistics Corps, we were told, that if any of our equipment went missing or became broken, that we were "in deep shit". I didn't doubt the training officers, it would be the literal end if we were to disregard the wellbeing of our equipment; after all, what is a soldier who has unclean boots? I quickly got to know the bratr's that I would be training with. After my training was completed, I may not see any of them again, so our bonds were developed quickly, whilst we had the chance to do so. I expected to dive straight into combat training, but I was proven to be wrong. For the first week, we were trained the etiquette of being a soldier, how to iron our clothing, clean our equipment, everything that a soldier should know. The training sergeants in Primorsk lived by a motto "Death Before Desertion" - they must have been told this during the era of the Soviet Union, many of them were at that age, where they most likely did their active service during the time of the Soviet Union. 

The days went by, and the routine of training soon settled. An early wakeup - 4 am - and an un-guaranteed sleep time; it varied from 11 am to 3 am. After 2 weeks of training, we finally began rifle training. We finally got into the nitty-gritty of being a soldier; the combat, the adrenalin, the fear. At first, one feared the aspect of combat - potentially losing a friend, or even worse, your own life. However; the training sergeants eventually drilled this fear out of us, they were trying to create a new generation of hellbent Chernarussian soldiers, unafraid of the harsh reality of combat and life as a soldier - disregarding the sacrifices that one has to take. So far, the most terrifying aspect of the training process, has to be the bayonet training. I do not envy any soldier, of any nation, whom has engaged in hand-to-hand combat with their foe. At night, recruits in my dormitory would tell captivating stories of their ancestors in combat, from the heroics of the "Battle of the Kirovo Fields" in 1568, to the daunting combat of "Operation Rose" in the June of 1943. I had not much to say about my family, I still missed them all dearly. The downfall of my family's name is one I do not like to share, only to those I hold closest to me, will figure out the cold, harsh reality of what happened. 

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