I suggest you read this first,or else you won't have any idea of what I'm talking about.

KIA= Killed In Action
MIA= Missing In Action
AF=All Fast
AAPA= American Association of Port Authorities
AAP= Affermative Action Plan
AB SUM C1= Outstanding Recommendations
ABN= Abandoned
Boot= Recruit
WIA= Wounded in Action

Perhaps war is truly the cruelest...
It was at this time,when I enlisted in the US army,when my life truly came crashing down. I find it easier just to stick with a few friends instead of just a big group. All of them keep dissapearing on me. Where did they go? I can't find them...
Meanwhile,we're stuck in this baking oven of a country,fighting,always running.
This is my story...

Part 1
Hellicopters flew past,their propellers going wild,noise everywhere. I held onto the metal handbar as I stepped back,turning my head to look at the ocean. I could no longer see my country.
After I had sucessfully completed bootcamp,they sent me off to Europe to fight in the war. I knew well what we were fighting for,but who we were against,I didn't have a clue.
I was perfectly aware at the time that fighting in the army is most often a job for guys,but I was sick of all the girly jobs out there. I needed adventure.
Anyways,the year was 2005.
I stepped off the flying machine and took a long while to stare at what was my new home. The area was quite sandy,but you could make out traces of a forest near by.
I could wear nothing but camoflauge clothing,and as I stepped further into the base camp,they gave me a large,sturdy helmet,which,when I put it on,made my ears fold down off to the side.They also equipped me with revolvers and packs and all kinds of stuff. Next was the paper work.
Mostly everyone stared at me in a funny way. It was the girls who -most of the time- stayed out of the war,but enlisted in it to become nurses for the wounded. Out of everyone,I looked like the only girl who carried a revolver with her.
Oh well.
Hey,you look new.
I swung around,only to see a tall man standing before me. Without even asking me first,he swiped my papers out of my hand,and read through it quickly. He was dressed in camoflauge,too,like everyone else,and had long hair and an earring in his lef ear. His fur was brown.
Give that back!" I snarled,jumping up so I could reach them. This new person seemed to be atleast a foot taller than me. Snow crunched underneath my feet as I landed,and as I did I took on my wolf form,fur bristling.
I could hear him laugh. What was so funny? That I was too short and weak to get my papers back?
Here,. He handed them back to me,and I felt the urge to swipe my forepaw at this jerk and scratch him,but instead,I transformed back.
Hmph," I growled as I swiped them out of his hands,and looked down at them to make sure he didn't do anything to them.
Might as well show you around. He sighed. He rolled his eyes as if he didn't really care about anything right now,and started walking off,signaling for me to follow. I'm Marco,by the way.
I decided to let him introduce me to everyone else. I heard so many names that it was almost impossible to remember them all. Then we came up to another tall man,who seemed to be in his early thirties,and Marco saluted him. Seeing this,I did the same.
This is Commander David,our squad leader,
David nodded. You got a name? He asked me.
I nodded back. "My name's Jynx,"
Then,just as I glanced over towards the forest,the sounds of gunshots rang through the air. Some people cried out,and David shouted, Everyone get down! Hold your fire!
Darn. I put my revolver away,and scrambled down onto the ground,trying my best to make sure I stayed alive. But why did there have to be snow on the ground?!
There's one thing that we have,that the enemy will never have, Marco whispered to me. We're fighting against normal humans. They're not half wolf,like us. They can't transform,and they can't stand the cold.
But I wasn't listening to him. It felt as if a thousand knives had struck me in my shoulder. Now I was definatly WIA.
My vision blurred; I blacked out.

I opened my eyes to see Marco,David,and another girl standing next to me. My neck ached like crazy; I could hardly turn my neck,but I could just enough so that I was able to see a strange sun-like marking on my shoulder.
What happened?" I asked,remembering that one night. I stole a glance toward the clock. It had only been a few hours.
You got hit with a bullet. You're ok,though.
I turned my head towards the girl,and pointed towards the mark on my shoulder. "What's this for?" I asked.
I got up and looked around. I was in a large room,with dark colored walls.
That's the tattoo you get when you join the army, I heard David explain,as he showed me a marking on his own shoulder that looked exactly like mine.
Yeah,Jynx,good job gtting hit the first few minutes of your life as a Marine. Marco Joked.

Part 2

It was summer now,early July. I had been here for six months ,and had made many new friends. Most of which had been sent home in a bag.
Marco and David were still alive,though,and I was glad for that.
The nurse that I had spoken to when I got shot had lost a leg a few days ago. She was with some other girl,watching the squad dig up the trenches again. One of them hit a dud(A bomb that was dropped,but never exploded.),and there was this huge boom. It had exploded.
It seemed that life had just got harder and harder. The food didn't taste all too great,and the water tasted like garbage. We went through a lot of socks in a short amount of time. I even had the nerve to loose my helmet during another patrol. David got so mad at me then. But he was kind enough to send out for another one for me.
He said that if I got shot through the head during another patrol,it was my own fault.
Meanwhile,I got a ton of letters from my family,and I tried to keep up with them all. The days have been more exhausting now,since there's hardly any more snow left,which means we can travel even further towards enemy territory.
A few days ago we set off a bomb heading straight towards the heart of the enemy's camp,and it had caused a huge explosion.
I walked over to Marco as he stood near the post,gaurding the camp. "Why don't we just send off a bunch of bombs all at the same time at them,then they might surrender?"
No,it's not that simple,Jynx.
Marco and I had become really great friends since then,and it was a few days after that when I felt that my soul had been ripped out and torn to shreds.
I stood up in the trench. I was only a few inches taller than it.
I watched Marco as he ran out,trying to save the life of a young boy as he wandered around,crying and confused,while the enemy attacked.
I'm getting you out of here! Marco yowled.
And that was when I saw it. A human,revolver in hand,stood in the branches of a tree,a few feet away from where Marco stood.
Marco,get back in the trench!" I screamed. "GET BACK IN THE TRENCH!"
But it was too late. His head turned and he started to run just as the bullet hit him. Right where his lungs should have been.
He fell to the ground,and I climbed out of the trench angrily,the scar on my shoulder from where I got shot burning with pain.
Marco?" I asked as I reached him,wanting to know if he was still alive.
AF! I heard a voice yell,and David,along with the nurse,rushed out. The nurse shook her head sadly as she found no trace of life within my friend. KIA...
What??!!
I went berserk. Now Marco would also be going home. In a bag...
Growling,I ran towards the enemy,firing off my revolver,shooting everywhere were the enemy would be. I heard a scream,a few men went down,but then my weapon was slapped out of my hand. Something grabbed my wrists,and chained me up. There was a crack at the back of my head,and searing pain. I blacked out again..

Part 3

I could still feel the pain as I opened my eyes. I was in another dark room again,only this time,there were completly different people standing before me. They didn't have any fur,and their helmets were different from mine. They didn't have the same tattoo as me,either.
I snarled,transforming into a wolf,ripping at the chains around my wrists with my teeth. It all came to me that very second that I was a prisoner of war. I needed an AAP ASAP.
Pupils expanding from the lack of light,wild eyed,I lunged towards them in the blink of an eye. I got one human down,but the rest of them yelled at me and tore me off. I was very confused as one human,who seemed to be the commander,struck me with a knife.
Sitting down,wiping the blood off my arm,I glared up at them.
Now that you're all settled in, the commander said to me, Why don't you tell us everything you know.
I was quiet,refusing to speak. Well,now that you're already settled in,why don't you shut up?! I thought.
You killed my best friend,that's what I know."
Someone hit me with the back of their revolver. I knew that this was going to last a very long time.

It was about two years later. I struggled against the chains that held me,wondering why none of my plans had worked and why they wouldn't just kill me anyways and get it over with.
They gave me only enough food to survive,hardly anything to drink,and by now I was so thin that my ribs showed through my fur and muscle. Even through my fur,you could see the bruises where the humans left their mark on me,and I had many scratches on my face and arms. But after the war,those quickly healed up and soon faded away.
My eyes widened at the sight of David,who was rushing in towards me,people shouting after him.
What are you doing here?!" I asked as he unbound the chains. He said nothing,but showed me the keys.
Come on,quickly.
I followed him out of the building,watching other poor souls who were trapped,and we made it out just as someone realized we were already gone.
We jumped onto the hellicopter that was flying low to the ground,waiting,and it soon took off into the air.
Moments later,thousands of bombs were dropped onto the enemy's territory,and hours later,we heard the surrender.
I smiled to myself. So,Marco had told David about my plan before he had died. Couldn't hardly beleive that it had been so long since that time. I wondered if any of my other friends were still alive.
But that didn't matter at the moment. I was still alive,and I was going home...