The Turn Of The War Tide

The Battle Starts

The trees swayed violently, some branches and limbs snapping off; the continuous whir and deep, vibrative beat of the blades sounded as the chinook touched down and positioned itself safely on the ground before powering down.

The thing was huge and could fit a babby elephant inside- I was pretty sure about that. The crew gave us some helmets with microphones attached as they guided us on board and to a seat before helping us strap in. It was weird to basically let someone strap you in when you have been doing it yourself with a seatbelt for most of your life- now suddenly here we are being strapped in by army guys in a frickin military helicopter- but I knew they knew what they were doing and it was better to let them just do it. I did not want to fall out because I didn’t buckle myself in properly.

I was surprised to see that the solider buckling me in was a woman. She smilled and then tightened the seatbelt more before asking if it was too tight. I shook my head as I had barely heard her over the blades powering up and she had had to almost yell in my ear to get the message across. Instead, to let her know it was perfectly positioned, I gave her thumbs up and grinned. I had been in a plane to Melbourne- taking stops at Brisbane on the way there and back- and to Townsville apparently when I was little according to my parents.

"Allright children! We are going to be flying for the next couple hours. So, with that said make sure to keep your helmets on keep busy because its going to be a rather long ride." The pilot anounced.

Than a few seconds later, "Oh, and thank you for what you have done to help us allies."

The ride started off with no one really having any conversations and instead just admiring the view. But as soon as the scenery became the same old boring nature landscape of trees; hilled land; and bushland.

Soon converstations started about random things. Time passed a bit faster, but it still felt like an hours flight at most.

"Thank you for enjoying the ride. We are about to touch down. Get ready to depart." the pilots voice sounded over the radio.

The chinook touched down and then settled on the ground with a final jolt. The soilders from before that helped buckle us in helped unbuckle us and escorted us to two farmillar balck cars. The media was no where to be seen becuase this was a private airport.

"No! You need to be helping them!".

"How can we? Their just a bunch of kids!".

"Teenagers! And they took out multiple Russian posistions for christ sake! We have to do something!".

This had been going on for the last hour.

If this is what went on during every cabnit meeting I had no idea how our country was not in turmoil yet.

I had to stop this. We were going no where- in fact, probbably devlotionsing.

"ENOUGH!" I roared, not giving a damn that a normal teen shouldn't be shouting at Australua's goverment "This, arguing like 4yrd's having a tantrum, is getting us nowhere! We can't liberate the showgrounds without Brisbane and we can't liberate Brisbane without the showgrounds! Every moment we spend arguing here, they're gaining ground out there! So, frickin do something about it!".

"I'm surprised this country isn't already in crisis before the war!" I mumbled.

Everyone was looking at me like I had just shot the Prime Minister. And he too was giving me the loudicrous look.

"She's right. We argue, they gain ground. But what can we do?" A politicion asked.

"Make her captian of her own squad and her best friend lieutenant!".

"YOU can't just do that. There's rules and plus they haven't even had basic military training! Their teens!" The Prime Minster called.

"Yet, even with no military training we managed to knock out over hundreds of Russian artilery positions- just for you to do nothing but confine us to an island where we're already running out of space and supplies." I snarked.

"I like this kid. Straight to the point. And she had this way about her. Like she's smart; but also you can't beat her when it comes to a mental battle and she knows what's going on." Another politican said.

He was even from the Prime Minister's party.

"Okay. And what would you have me do?" he sighed.

"Well, they have our town secure now because no one's blowin' up any of their gun implacements so they've probably made more. But Brisbane seemes to be the tatget. Not only is it the states captital, but it is the best place for them to link up with the New South Wales side and take out the redt of Queensland. At any day now I bet Russian ships are bombing what they can while artiery shells the outskirts of town so we have to move in."

"How did you know they would start bomming from ships?" the Prime Minster asked.

"Ever heard of the Falaise pocket? Allied armis from the Normandy landings joined up with paratroopers and encirlced a place about just over sixteen kilometers wide. But the fact is they already have troops on the ground with grrater firepower and artilery. They aren't going to land from the beaches; their putting on a bombardment for their ground troops to move in- we retreat and they encirlce us." I explained.

"It's possible. The chances are highly likely." The Prime Minster mused.

Just then someone, a military guard or personal came rushing in, "News from the Queensland front line around Brisbane Sir. It's not good- they've started to bomb the front line using their ships and artilery."

The Prime Minister went whiter than a ghost and everyone turned to look at me. I think I shrunk into my chair more.

"It's the only way they can push us back into Brisbane. How far is the bombardments?"

"All the way between the front and behind the line Sir. Their planning on retreating, Sir."

"We hold that line at all cost. Get the Airforce and Navy to some blowing up stuff. After all, their a bit late compared to Captian Makayla Jazinowski and Leiutenant Charls. This wars gone long enough." the Prime Minitser declared.

Within a few hours I had a new uniform; Felicity had a new one too; amd Rhowan had is own. But the craziest thing was the letter I had now tucked in my shirt as we borded the same chinook that delivered us.

The soilder helping buckle me in saluted me after they had finished, which was so weird to witness, but I bet the letter in my shirt pocket had something to do with that.