Mr. Amlan Satan: MIA

A Story by Abishai100

Terrific (American) marksman stationed in Europe during the world/war stage concerning Ukrainians finds roads-to-jellyfish for an Earthling-view of darkness, Hell, and leave.

War ground survival fiction, injected in-between my comics media fanfiction/trilogy of Chinatown. Happy Holidays,

DISCLAIMER: This work of war-fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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HQ: Soldier Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic-Bostonian recruit, vanished?

FIELD-COMMANDER: Since the entry of America into the Russo-Ukraine War, yes.

HQ: He was a great marksman, commander...and now we Americans lose asset!

FIELD-COMMANDER: He's just Missing-in-Action, sir...and we're trekking for him!

HQ: We're station in-defense of Ukraine given Russia's failure of contract-shake.

FIELD-COMMANDER: Mr. Amlan Satan was great field-marksman against Russia, sir.

HQ: Well, commander, Satan's stat as MIA is currency-darkness, and we're here.

FIELD-COMMANDER: Maybe he's gone astray, but not the type to go AWOL, sir.

HQ: Of course not (Facebook-like).

Soldier Amlan Satan, American recruit/marksman, making strides of great laurels for the American progress in Europe post-entry of the USA-forces in invasion-ridden Ukraine, vanished without-trace, worrying his field-commander and superiors at the HQ-station in that pocket-of-Europe riddled by Russian failure of consented Western world social accords for Russia-Ukraine sovereignty/economics policy-plans for long-term coexistence sanity (damn). Amlan Satan was rumored, by his compatriots in the fields/trenches, to have courted/greeted/met a lovely Ukraine female soldier with whom he may've fled and departed from the 'overground' Earth of war's Hell (Selfie-like).

KATERNYA: I love you, Mr. Amlan Satan (actually!).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I know this truth, comrade-lady (ha).

KATERNYA: You found me as an entrenched field-combatant woman in Hell, ok.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Now, we dream-together about American foods in Brussels!

KATERNYA: You think we'll make it...all the way to Belgium, Satan (hmmm)?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm to perform a daring raid of these stolen underground gems.

KATERNYA: Use these commission-feel war-heroics diamonds for life-insurance.
MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's the 'onside'-plan, my lady...and I'm thought MIA (now!).

KATERNYA: I used to enjoy those KFC fried-chicken fast-food TV-ads pre-War, hon.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Those Euro-TV eyes shall renew, Katernya (Facebook-like).

Why'd Mr. Amlan Satan, great Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American (2nd-generation immigrant/citizen of the West), marksman recruited into the world-drawn Russo-Ukraine War, opt to have his visage continue to be marked as Missing-in-Action (MIA) so he'd have out-land 'chance' to exit the war's Hell to retire for Brussels-waffle venture with field-comrade lady-friend love Katernya for a post-war life of capitalism story-writing about how survival in war required a new Earth fortune 'hyperbole' adverb for things...drumsticks?