Hell is a Battlefield on Earth

Chapter 1

The snow flew through the air, it was a huge blizzard at the main Anchorage base. Wind tore through soldiers clothes and thin armour, causing them to stay inside to keep warm. The blizzard had been going on for a day or two, and didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. Soldiers sat in their tents, with little to stop the powerful wind breaking in through the thin walls. Boxes and anything not nailed down, flew through the air, and rolled across the ground, feet from where they rested before. The only insulated place, was the commanding head-quarters where all the front line commanders looked over a map of Alaska, planning attacks.

Some soldiers took refuge inside the HQ, warming their hands over a kerosine lantern or small isolated fire. For all the front line soldiers, the fighting was halted. All operations were put on hold until the storm cleared, and they could get supplies up to the front lines. New "green" soldiers were still being trucked in from all across the US, and were given a rifle and some where to sleep. They were told where to find some food if they were hungry, and then were released to the elements. In the mess hall, the cooks kept the stoves and burners on, trying to keep the place warm enough so the soup wouldn't feeze solid. Everyone wished the storm would be over, everyone figured that the Chinese who lived in a humid and dry climate, would surrender once this blizzard was through, and maybe they could all go home.

Sergeant Tom Adams, a regular grunt in the US Army, sat with his squad mates in the mess hall, trying to keep warm. They were to cold to reach their tents, so they decided to stick in the mess hall for the night. Along with everyone else there.

"Hey Sergeant, when this storm blows over, are we going out on the front again?" Private Daniels asked shivering, and putting his hands under his arms. His face was pale white, and his lips seemed like they were going to go blue. He shivered franticly, his friends beside him trying to keep him warm.

"I don't know Daniels, but if we do. You'll be the first to know." Tom said shivering as well. Tom had grown up in sunny California, and wasn't used to the cold like this. In San Diego, it got cold and foggy, but nothing like this. It never snowed in San Diego, so it was surprising how well he stood up to the elements. He was a tall man, about five foot-ten. He had short blonde hair that was mangled, giving him a surfer look. His skin was like a mild bronze. It was very unusual for someone know living in a cold enviroment, he was also very muscular. Not over the top muscular, but his muscle tone was noticable. Tom was a good guy, he helped his soldiers when need be, and was always watching over them during a battle. They respected him, and would follow him into any situation that he led them into. The raido man, "Sparky", was from Florida, but didn't have as bronze a skin tone like Tom. He was also muscular, just like the others in the squad. They had to be when they were lumbering around in their Power Armour. Sparky tried eating his soup, but it was beginning to freeze on him. His spoon picked up small frozen pieces of soup, they acted more like ice cubes, making the soup freeze even faster.

Suddenly, Tom spotted a huge eruption of foot traffic, in and out of the HQ building. Non-combatants ran in and out of the building, holding papers and different things in their hands, and under their arms. The blizzard made it hard to see, but not like the other day when you couldn't see ten feet in front of you. As the squad, and other soldiers in the mess hall began to look towards the HQ building, alarms began to sound. They were loud and whinning, they just kept going and going. Tom quickly realized with the rest of the base, an air raid was coming. The whole camp erupted into a frenzy of soldiers trying to get their armour and weapons. The wounded were taken into the HQ where a underground bunker lay, to protect the commanders and wounded.

Tom and the squad rushed out of the mess hall, quickly breaking apart to their tents. People who were off duty, and were sleeping or trying to sleep, ran across the base in just some long johns, and held their weapons, rushing to get suited up. The T-51b power armour was like being a knight in the Middle Ages. It was difficult to get in it alone, it was not impossible but just difficult, so someone was assigned to assist the wearer into it. Tom reached his tent, grabbing for his rifle, and extra pair of clothing that he quickly slipped into. Now he was wearing two pair of clothes, and his own pair of long johns underneath.

The sirens whined and whined as order over the bases intercom system, crackled to life. The man's voice was sort of brutish and tough, though the man was probably a non-combatant.

"All soldiers report to battle stations immediatly, all wounded and sick are to report to the bunker inside the HQ. I repeat, All soldiers report to battle stations immediatly, all wounded and sick are to report to the bunker inside the HQ, this could be it folks!" The man said cutting off the intercom. Tom was shocked, what exactly was happening. He couldn't hear anything, no engine noises or sounds of tanks rolling in the distance or over head. But he couldn't think on that right now, he quickly ran out of his tent and to where his armour waited for him. His assistant, Private Dellwar, was waiting for him. He was suited up in typical powder blue combat armour, and had his helmet on just to be safe.

"What the hell is happening Dellwar?" Tom asked, resting his things at the side of the suit of armour. The young man just stared at him. Tom's armour was a solid white color, giving him a good sense of camoflage.

"I'm not sure, I thought you'd know sir?"

"Damn Red's! When will they learn to take a break?" Tom said, his voice thundering in the blowing snow and wind. Dellwar quickly assisted Tom into his armour, the sirens continuing to whine over and over. As Tom fitted himself into the suit, and placed his helmet on, the sound of engines began to creep up on them from behind. They sounded like jets, yes that is exactly what they were. Tom could not see them, but heard them as they roared over head. He did not know if they were Chinese or American jets, but he took them as American.

"O.K. sir, your ready. Hurry to your station!" Dellwar said patting him on the shoulder and handing him his weapons. Tom smiled under his helmet, and hurried to his battle position. The suit gave him a two foot hight difference than before he put the suit on. He felt invincible, like nothing the Chinese threw at them would get him or his squad, who was also clad in Power Armour. The small trench came into sight, Tom spotted the squad already in their positions. Two of the squad members, Patrick and Steve were on their .50 caliber machine-guns, ready to take on what could be coming. The others rested their rifles on the edge, aiming through their gun ports that went into little mounds of dirt and snow, giving them sufficient protection and firing space.

"Where the hell were you?" Sparky asked acting like he was angry at Tom.

"I had to get suited up! I couldn't come out here dressed the way I was?" Tom said acting angry in return. Both of them chuckled, and returned to their duties. Tom looked at the horizon, seeing nothing but blinding snow, luckly the visor on their helmets had a anti-glare covering on them. It was like a solid lens from some sunglasses. They changed with the light as well, which was cool to the "green's" who were fitted with the power armour.

"What's the situation so far?" Tom asked looking at the squad.

"Not much at all, just some snow causing us trouble. I tried showing it who's boss, but it just keeps coming back!" Steve said chuckling under his helmet. The squad chuckled a bit as well, and returned to all seriousness, "But seriously, nothing at all. Maybe its just a drill?" Steve said resting his body inside the suit.

"I don't think so, Steve, didn't you hear the jets fly over head. Something big is happening?" Tom said pointing towards where he heard the jets trail off to.

"Oh yeah, we saw them. Some F-80's and F-86's flew over head, I couldn't tell whether they mean't business or not. They were flying to fast." Sparky replied pointing towards the sky, and following a contrail the jets had left behind them.

"What do you think's happening up there?" Tom asked, looking up at the contrails that Sparky pointed at.

"Maybe a bombing run, or maybe an intercept?" Tom thought for a moment, looking towards the front lines, that were just a few miles away. The sirens quieted, and Tom could finally hear himself think properly. The squad was on the look out, Sparky's radio crackled with talk, but the blizzard screwed up with the transmission, so it was mostly unable to be made out. The squad stood their, watching the blizzard blow snow all around them. It was setteling down a bit, and you could see farther than before. The sky was much better, you could actually see the coulds higher in the sky, not just he storm clouds.

Suddenly the roaring sound of engines echoed through the air once again. This time it wasn't the sound of a turbine, but radial. The sound seemed to be coming from everywhere. Tom looked up with the rest of the squad, and spotted a formation of atleast five or six twin engined bombers flying over head. They were high in the sky, high enough they were making contrails. There were four formations of the six radial engined bombers. They seemed to be heading south, that was not a good thing. But suddenly, the sound of jets came roaring over head. This time they were much lower, and Tom recongnized them as F-80's and F-86's.

"There they go, get those commie bastards!" Tom said raising his rifle in the air. The jets quickly broke from their tangent line, and began to make a fast climb to the bomber formations. There were three formations of fighters, seven in each. The climbed and climbed. The whole base watched in excitement as the fighters reached the formations of bombers, and began tearing into them. Tom watched in excitement as one of the fighters tore into a bomber, hitting its left engine. The bomber began to decend, loosing altitude quickly. Before anyone could blink, three more bombers had been shot down. The first one that Tom watched, exploded into the ground a few miles off. He could see the smoke just barely through the blizzard. Whatever was going on, the Chinese had the jump on them, and the commanders would have to make some quick decisions.

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Thanks, I hope to make this longer than my other story was. And hopefully won't fall out of interest with this?

Anyone??? I wrote it in 3rd person this time

Chapter 2

The bombers were downed by the small fighters, giving Tom and his squad with the rest of the base, time to prepare an attack. But they didn't know where to attack, or what the Chinese were even up too. The F-80's and F-86's flew back to base, Tom loosing sight of them just a few miles back. The whole base was in chaos again, but more orderly this time. Doctors and their wounded returned to the medical tents to get situated, and redress bandages that were stained red. The Command HQ was busiling with people running in and out. Once again, it seemed like another attack was coming from the sky when they heard engines in the distance.

Commanders and squads were sent out to recover what they could from the downed Chinese reckage. Some of the recover teams returned with bodies of dead pilots and piece of reckage, that had the Chinese's Airforce symbol on it. Tom and the squad got out of their trench, and walked into the HQ, looking for their Lieutenant.

Lieutenant James "Willy Back" Thompson, was a good commander. His platoon was taken care of, and he made his squad leaders do the same to the one's under them. Tom took most of what Lieutenant Thompson said to heart, and that's the reason Tom was so highly respected by his squad. Lieutenant Thompson was a burly man, white complextion, and taller than Tom as well, probably about six-foot.

The squad looked around, and then heard a voice, a commanding voice off to the side of them. It was Lieutenant Thompson, he was at his desk looking at some paper work that was nothing but confusing lingo to the squad. He looked at all of them, Tom stood there in front all of them were holding their hand to their forhead.

"Reporting for duty sir!" Tom said saluting the Lieutenant. The squad followed, showing respect for both the Lieutenant and Tom.

"At ease boys. No time to be formal at this time, we almost had a nice piece of Chinese soldiers coming at us. The bombers were headed to the West Coast from what reports are saying, and a huge Chinese task force from the ground was headed our way. Luckly, some ground attack fighters detered their movement, and forced them to retreat back to their lines." The Lieutenant stood up, and walked with the squad over to a map of Alaska, and the Bering Sea. The Lieutenant looked at Anchorage, and pointed to where the Chinese task force was coming from. He pointed to a little no name town called: Bethel, the squad looked in surprise.

"Are they still stationed in Bethel?" Tom asked pointing to the map.

"Possibly? But command isn't sure, and frankly, we don't want to find out the hard way. The Jet Jockies and some of their bombers are being sent by the Airforce to attack Bethel. They're going to give that town everything they've got. Don't worry though, all American civilians in the area were evacuated before this whole thing started, so no civilian casualties will be suffered."

"What is our mission sir?" Tom asked looking at him, his helmet was held under his arm, so his voice wouldn't be muffled by the resporator.

"Your mission is to reach the front lines with a convoy being setup right out there. Then meet up with a Mechanized Battalion, and push the Red's out of Alaska. You'll be going up to the top of the Earth boys. It seem's the Chinese have taken the oil town of Barrow, the farthest town north in the United States, sadly for them its still dark. Since we're sending in T-51's and a heavily armoured Mechanized battalion, there won't be any trouble. Use your Inferred eye piece, and watch out for friendlies. Dismissed!" The Lieutenant said saluting once again, and returning to his desk to read the confusing paper work. The squad saluted back, and returned outside to a truck convoy that was being assembled. Tom put his helmet on, and loaded up onto the trucks.

"Damn Red's!" Sparky said pounding his fists together. You could hear the anger in his voice, did any other bomber formation get through to the US? No one could say, it was highly unlikely they did any serious damage, since the Airforce was being positioned mainly on the West Coast, and would have intercepted any bomber or fighter formations before they reached the coast.

"Don't worry, Sparky, once we reach Barrow it will be smooth sailing from here on out. I bet we hit Beijing in a week with our bombers and such. God know's they deserve it." Tom said placing his rifle inbetween his legs. The ride was a bit bumpy at times, roads had huge craters in them, from Chinese artillary strikes. Hopefully there wouldn't be any today. The blow they caused the Chinese today, made everyone think that they would have to regroup and start planning again. Tom didn't think about it, he was focused more on the battle to come. Hopefully the Chinese in Barrow would be a "cake walk", he imagined them just rolling over as Tom and his squad rolled in with the Mechanized unit. It sounded like more T-51's would be rolling into Barrow as well. The squad's adrenaline was pumping, they spoke about what they would do when they met a Chinaman, face to face.

"I tell you Steve, when I see one of those Chinese Cavalry charges, I'll just mow them all down. Not a single one will be alive."

"Sure it will, Sparky. Your just the radio man remember, I'm the big gun around here." Steve said patting his .50 caliber machine-gun. The squad joked and joked until the front lines came into view. There were large trenches, all around. "Wow, this is something new?" Steve said standing to get a better view.

"That's because we've never actual been on the Northern Front lines. We've alway fought the Chinese in fields and urban areas. We won't be staying long though, we've got to link up with the mechanized unit, and hurry to Barrow before the Red's can make another attack." Tom said looking at the whole squad. He wanted them to know that it was no time to joke. They understood, and hopped out of the trucks, walking into the trenches. The soldiers on the front line were all white as snow. They wore reguarly issued Combat Armour, and helmet. Their weapons sat next to them as they ate or watched for any Red's on the horizon.

A man aproached Tom and the squad as they walked around trying to find the Mechanized unit. His hair was jet black, his eye's were a dull brown that showed he was a veteran of the war. He was shorter than Tom, but probably actually the same hight as him when the power armour was taken off.

"Where are you boy's stationed?" The man asked. He didn't have any stripes or stars to signify his rank, so Tom didn't salute.

"We've been ordered to link up with a Mechanized unit." Tom said looking down on the man. His white armour glimmered in the light. The clouds had all broken, and the blizzard had deminished. But signs of it still were around, gun boxes and such were covered in snow, not yet being cleaned off.

"O.K., Sergeant. They're that way." The man said pointing down the trench, and in the distance a group of Tanks and lightly armoured vehicles, along with some trucks already loaded up with T-51's. Tom and the squad nodded, and walked down the trench to the unit. They all wore powdered blue armour, including the T-51's.

"This the unit heading toward, Barrow?" Tom asked one of the soldiers in a truck. The man was young and looked like he was barely out of his teenage years.

"Yes sir!" The man said, he wasn't even a man. His voice showed he was just a teenager eager to get into some action. Tom hoped he wouldn't be dumb, and get himself killed.

"Thanks kid, is this the whole unit?"

"Yes sir, we've got: two tanks, three APC's, three truchs for the foot soldiers, and two more trucks for you guys. Also we've got some jeeps that are going to drive around Barrow, shooting the place up before we get there." The boy replied.

Tom and the squad hopped into the trucks they were assigned, and the colum readied itself. The tank engines roared to life, their diesel engines gave off alot of unburned oil, making the smoke a seedy black. The APC's were the same way, giving off the seedy black smoke. The colum began rolling out towards Barrow. They hurried, the bumps in the way were much worse than on the ride to the front. Soon the squad would be at Barrow's door step, ready to cleans the small town of its Red plauge.

I like it. I don't know why but I love anything about the fictional war in Alaska. Maybe because it blends my love for military history and Fallout. Anyways good story.


Edit: This isn't a complaint but a question, was the great war just the nukes falling, or also the fighting in Alaska.

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it, my Word is down so I won't be able to get Chpt 3 out for a day or two?

And the Great War was also the fighting in Alaska. The nukes falling, ended the Great War.

i like! I like! uhhm quick question though. Are F-80's and F-86's real in FO? Or did you make them up? I've never heard of them before.

F-80's and F-86's are two of the main Fighter planes in the 1950's for the United States, they were two of the fighters used in the Korean War, that the US used to fight Soviet MiG-15s. And F-80's are the jets scattered on the deck of Rivet City, or at least they look VERY similar. I just added F-86's because I think they're a fairly interesting plane, and cool. I'm not sure if they had them in the FO Universe?

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Fine work as usual.

Good job. it doesn't overload like some other fan fics that i just don't read. this one is straight and to the point and not confusing.

Good story!

I like the pacing and the action.
9/10

Where are the long johns or did I just miss seeing them there? Long Johns were a favourite soldier's undergarb in the cold and maybe still are with many. Very warm!

My father worked under freezing conditions as an electrician once; had to take off his gloves to work and sometimes his hands froze to the metal so he risked ripping away skin when he moved them.
I was in Scotland once at minus 17 centigrade plus wind chill; cold goes right through you, bites you to the bone.

Chapter 3

The convoy drove fast, ignoring the bumps that infested the road. In the sky, the clouds were starting to get dark again. Tom and his squad, along with the others knew that another storm was brewing, and it would start snowing hard again. Barrow was only a few miles away, they would reach the small oiling town soon. Everyone in the convoy was nervous, the Chinese had a reputation for urban combat that didn't sit well with most GI's. The Chinese were like mice in a wall, you could hear them all around, but not see them. And when you did see them, it was probably your last.

"So Sergeant? When we reach Barrow and repatriat the place. Do you think we'll go to Beijing!" Sparky asked glancing at the other squad memebers as well. He was always talking about Beijing, and how when he got there. He would get himself some sake, and one of those Gisha girls. But Steven always had to slap him over the head and remind him that that was Japan, not China.

"Probably so, Sparky. But with your mouth, the Chinese will surrender before we even reach Beijing!" Tom said, laughing with the rest of the squad while Sparky brushed it off, and joined in the laughter.

All around, the landscape was the same. Miles of frozen ground and snow, was you could see besides the darkening storm clouds, which were getting much darker. The bumps in the road were giving the soldiers a ride of their life, the speeding transports seemed to be trying to hit every bump in the road. The gasp of a soldier as he flew up out of his seat, and smacking his ass down on the seat rattled in each soldiers head. By the time they reached Barrow, they would all be considered unfit for duty, and probably said to have Shell Shock. The ride was not enjoyable to anyone, even the driver and passanger in the cab of the trucks hated the bumps, with the continuous sound of smacking their heads on the ceiling.

"I'm tellin' ya boys, when I get off this truck and find me some repairmen, I'm sending them to this exact road!" Steve said, catching himself before he bounced just a bit.

Suddenly, the convoy began to slow down. I looked like nothing was around for miles, all that was visible was the typical frozen white landscape. All the transport trucks halted, and turned their engines off along with the tanks and APC's. Tom and the others could see what was going on, the cloth covering of the truck bed was to thick to see through. The passanger doors of the trucks opened, and a man stepped out, walking behind the truck looking into the back, at the soldiers. They waited a moment, Tom and the squad knew they had reached their mark. They waited a moment until the man unlatched the back.

"Welcome to Barrow, boys. Last habitable place besides Santa's house." The man said jokingly as the soldiers quickly filed out into their ranks. Tom's squad was seperate from the rest of the truck he was with, and had to assemble with the other two squad of T-51s which were the spear point of the attack along with the tanks. Tom lined his squad up, looking them over and giving a small pep talk before they assaulted Barrow, which was just over the small ridge infront of them. With no surprise, snow began to fall heavily all around. Luckily, it would give them some cover for their attack. Tom looked at his squad, giving his pep talk as they looked forward at attention.

"Alright boys, lets go give those Commie Reds something to think about. I wan't a clean sweep of the place, I don't want any nook or cranny unchecked, just incase of a possible Chinese suicide bomber or some little surprise like that. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"

"SIR YES, SIR!" The squad replied, amping themselfs with their own little rituals as well. Tom walked past them one last time, smiling under his helmet, proud of his squad and their mission. The squad and the rest of the foot soldiers took their positions, and waited for the order. The tanks and APC's fired up their engines, once again releasing that black seedy smoke. Tom waited axiously, his rifle in hand and his squad by his side. They were ready for a fight. The tanks and APC's engines roared even louder, heating them up so they wouldn't die in the cold. Then finally the order came for the attack to begin. Tom, Steve, Sparky, and Patrick began forward with the other T-51 squads, keeping pace behind the tanks and APC's. As they crested the small ridge, Barrow was hardly visible to them. And if it was almost impossible for them to see, the Chinese would be quite surprised. The repatriation of Barrow was about to start, only time could tell if they would be sucessful.