"You think I'll be fine?" I asked.

"Fine? Kid, this thing's nothing but a scratch. It'll heal overnight." the medic answered, cleaning off the blood on my bicep with a moist rag.

I looked at it for a while, feeling lucky that the only injury I got yet was a ricochet to the arm. The medic came back with a bandage and a bottle of whiskey. He poured a little of whiskey onto the rag and rubbed it against the wound before covering it with the bandage. Pulling my sleeve down, I thanked him and left the tent into the frigid cold of Anchorage. I walked toward the Quartermaster's tent, with my feet crunching into the snow. I entered the tent and caught the attention of the Quartermaster.

"Hot damn, you look just like one of the Reds. What do you need?" he asked me, recognizing my ethnicity.

"Remember I'm on your side, so don't pull that friendly fire crap on me. Would it be too much trouble handing me some extra ammo?" I replied.

He got up and went to one of the ammunition crates, lifting off the lid and taking out a handful of clips. He came to me and put them in my hand.

"This is all I can give you for now, sorry. Until we get another shipment of ammo, you gotta scrounge off of dead bodies. Good luck anyway." he said to me, sighing.

I trotted out of the headquarters and toward the trenches. I went down in to find a small pack of soldiers holding their position. It seemed they were planning their next move. As I approached, one saw me come toward them and ran to me. He pushed me down and whispered to me.

"Keep your head down," he told me anxiously. "The snipers are watching."

I peered above the ground to see, when a bullet whizzed right past my face. I ducked back down.

"What do we do?" I asked. Before answering, he grabbed my Ushanka and pulled it off of my head.

"What the hell are you doing wearing this? You aren't even supposed to wear it and it's part of the Chinese uniform!" he yelled, before tossing it into my arms. "The plan is to take out the snipers, obviously, but we can't do that. We go out there and our heads are scrambled eggs." he told before pausing. He turned to me and began thinking. "Unless one of their guys were to go running out.. I got an idea, follow me."

He began walking farther into the trench and stopped behind one of the other guys, who was clearly an officer. He turned around and stared at us.

"What do you need?" he asked the soldier.

"This guy looks just like a Chinese soldier, and he is Chinese. We could disguise him as a Red and he could go and take down the snipers." the soldier said. The officer who had been commanding them turned to me, interested in the idea.

"What's your name?" he asked me.

"Zin-Hao. I got a kid back in DC." I responded.

"Well, you might have a chance to see your kid again through this plan. I will order all my guys to not fire at you, and the Reds sure as hell won't fire at you. We got a dead Chinese soldier over here and we could get his uniform on you." he explained, motioning toward the corpse of a Chinese commando who had reddened the snow with his brain matter. The officer dragged the body to me and nodded. "Get in the uniform and get out there."

After getting on the uniform and leaving my combat armor with the other soldiers, I sprinted out of the trench and toward the shelter where the Chinese snipers held out. To my surprise, they actually didn't fire on me. This was going to be a long day.

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Comments?

Interisting I like the anchorage war idea. It seems good so keep on typing.

I'll try adding some more in a little bit.

I opened the door of the shelter to find five Chinese troops: two infantrymen and three snipers. The snipers halted from their concentration and turned to me, as well as the two infantrymen.

"Ni hao. I'm an extra soldier from the camp." I said in Chinese.

"We didn't ask for any more soldiers, and if we were getting backup, we would've got more than one." The middle sniper commented, who had taken off his helmet. His silky black hair draqed over his forehead, damp with sweat. His stealth suit was moist with melted snowflakes.

"I know, I just wanted to come and help.." I replied nervously. I was hoping they wouldn't figure out I was on the American side.

"....Well, one is better than none. We're trying to take down these Americans, but they're cowaring in the trenches. You sit at the desk and work the HAM radio, these other two men don't have the skill. You're a technician, right?" he asked. Coincidentally, I actually was a technician and engineer for the US Army.

"Yes, I am. I'll get right to work." I said.

I sat at the desk, trying to figure out how I'd do this job. The other two infantry troops were smoking and talking about what they'd do when they got back home. Twisting the knob on the HAM radio, I came across a frequency from the main Chinese camp. They were sending a warning to all troops on patrol that a bombing was about to take place. Now my objective wasn't to kill the Chinese, but to get my ass out of there. I hopped up from the chair and pushed the sniper on the shoulder.

"What is it? You should be working on that radio." he said.

"There's going to be a bombing, and if we don't move to better shelter, we're all blown to pieces. We need to go now." I warned.

The sniper got up from his seat and beckoned for the others to follow him. I led him out of the concrete bomb shelter, running toward one of the minor upcoming camps. The bombers flew overhead, unleashing explosions onto the field behind us. We didn't leave in time, and were hit by the impact. I was plunged into a snow drift, but I still didn't know what happened to the others. A few moments later, I climbed out of the pile of snow to see the huge field of trenches lit with flames and scattered with debris.

I brushed ice from my shoulders and pants and began searching for the rest of the Chinese soldiers. I found the first, the sniper I had talked to. He was in a thick pile of snow. Another sniper laid next to him with his arm snapped backward and the bone poking through the suit. Just as I was going to assist them, I heard loud screams of pain piercing my ears. I ran toward the noise to find one of the infantrymen lying on the ground with a bombshell shard placed in his collarbone. The remaining sniper and other soldier were next to him with their limbs blown off.

I knelt down next to the injured troop, trying to pull out the piece of bombshell. He screamed in agony as I tugged it back. Blood oozed out of the wound. There was nothing I could do; if I pulled it out he would be in extreme pain and might die of bloodloss, but if I left it in it could kill him. I turned around to see the sniper charging toward me to help. He noticed my bloody hands on the shard, trying to pull it out.

"Don't touch that!" he yelled. "If you take it out, the blood from his veins will empty out. Just leave it in, it is blocking the way, so the blood won't come out. We gotta get him back to camp and get him taken care of. We've got to carry him back." he commanded.

"What about the other guy?" I asked.

"I tried waking him up, but he's dead. His head hit the ground too hard. Massive brain damage.."

I nodded as I grabbed the wounded troop by the arms and the sniper picked him up by the legs. We began heading to base passing the torched trenches. While passing, I noticed the squad of Americans all dead. They got a direct hit, slaughtering them all. So much for getting my armor back.

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I shuffled in the chair, wondering about how wrong this plan went. If I wasn't Chinese, I would've been ground beef by now like the other guys. But now I was in the enemy's camp and in the enemy's uniform. Best guess was General Chase probably wouldn't approve. I sat in a medical tent next to the sniper I met, waiting to see how the injured troop was. The medic came from behind the draqes.

"He's dead." the medic told us. He went back to the stretcher and pushed it out of the tent, then tossed the body out the back of the tent with the other corpses.

"I was kind of expecting that.. What's your name, anyway?" the sniper asked me.

"Zin-Hao Chung. I'm, uh.. I'm from Shanghai." I responded, lying about where I was from.

"Really? I'm from Beijing. By the way, my name's Xiu Zhang." he said, shaking my hand. "I'm kind of planning on not dying, I've got a girlfriend back home. I kind of didn't want to come here, to Anchorage I mean. But at least I'm helping the war effort."

"I understand.. I have a boy back home, he's four, but he's trying to be like me.. I'm just like everyone else, trying not to get my head shot off."

I stood up and left the tent to go find something to eat, when a soldier approached me. He seemed to recognize me, and I somehow recognized him. As he came face to face with me, I automatically knew who he was.

"Is it you?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's me. What are you doing here, Tai?" I questioned.

"Zin-Hao..? I thought.. But.. Wait.. What are you doing here? I enlisted a few months ago and they sent me here.. But you lived in America and.. Father calls you a disgrace to the family.."

"Don't listen to him. He doesn't know anything about me. Tai- you shouldn't be here. You're eighteen, you're too young. Did father tell you to join?" I asked him.

"Yeah, he said I would make him proud or something. But how am I too young if you're twenty-six? That's not much older.."

"Tai. Just shutup for a second. Our dad is a complete ass hole, he left mom before you were even born. He doesn't know what I like, he doesn't know I have a wife, he probably doesn't even remember my name. There is no reason you should have anything to do with him. Now, anyway, you are not matured enough to be in this warfare. It is terrible out here, you're lucky you're even breathing. In America, you're not even old enough to legally have a bottle of beer. You have to understand you don't need to be out here." Tai looked at the ground and shivered.

"I guess I never thought about it.. I'm just happy to see you. I haven't talked to you in a few years.." Tai said. There was a silence that dragged on for moments before we both hugged each other. A lieutenant a few yards away began calling to Tai. "I've got to go now, they need me."

"Good luck, Tai. Don't get yourself killed, and don't try to be a war hero." I told him. Tai ran to the lieutenant and followed him to the squad to move into other handfuls of trenches. Hopefully, that wouldn't be the last time I'd see him.

This is getting good, I like the premise.

Thankyou. I would appreciate some more feedback from other people if possible.

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Could I please get some feedback? Only two replies of the 100+ views?

Oh no, he's going to get found out, isn't he.

..What?

They're going to find out he's American Or maybe not.. I hope not :worried look:

Seems like an alright story. Also, [censored] is one word. Not two. <------ it's probably censored? But it's the 'A-word' I'm talking about..

I misread the reply.. Anyway, it's a possibility, but there's no promises.

@Strangelove, the word actually is censored, that's why I seperated it. It kind of defeats the purpose of saying it when it's blocked.

Being in that camp was extremely uncomfortable. I had the feeling they would find out about me being with the Americans, and I had such an urge to get out of there and get back with the Americans. But at the same time I could not possibly desert my own brother, Tai, and it seemed like Xiu was becoming a friend as well. I had to make a decision, because I couldn't be on two sides of the same coin. And just when things couldn't be any more difficult, it was time to head out to fight in the trenches. The sirens went off and everyone was moving around. Xiu approached me with his sniper in one hand and helmet in the other.

"Come on, we gotta get out there." he told.

I got up from the bench I was sitting on and grabbed my rifle. Looked as if I were going to have to kill Americans- unless I avoided it. I was planning on not doing any damage on anyone at all. We reached one end of the clearing, and on the other side were Americans firing wildly at us. I followed Xiu into a concrete sniper's shelter. He set his rifle on the opening and slid his helmet on.

"You head on out, and I'll cover you from in here." Xiu commanded.

I nodded and ran out into the gunfire. I went down into the trenches and ducked behind cover. I fastened a bayonet to the end of my rifle, in case things got bad. I ran out behind the wooden barricade and continued through the empty trench, before it led back up to the ground. From the next opening of the trench, an American soldier charged out toward me, waving his assault rifle around.

"Time to die comm-.." he shouted before stopping in front of me and pausing. "Zin-Hao? Is that you?" he whispered.

"I, umm.. I'm.." I studdered. The soldier pulled the goggles above his eyes and set them on his forehead.

Before he could reply, a bullet blew through his temples and sprayed blood all over my face. His body toppled to the ground lifelessly. I turned around to see Xiu in the shelter. He gave me a thumbs up and peered through the scope. I wiped blood off of my face and ran into the trenches. I came to a set of Chinese officers ducking under a barricade, firing at a few Americans about twenty yards down. One of them pulled me down.

"Shoot at them!" he yelled over the gunfire.

I slowly brought my gun above the sandbag barricade and aimed. I hesitated before the officer screamed at me to shoot. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. Here came the first step of being a traitor by force.

Oh, this is good. Love the morality of the story too, forced between family and adopted country. Keep up the awesome job, I'm keeping this one in my sights.