Missing-in-Action: Who Field (Part 1)

A Story by Abishai100

Trilogy fanfic-adapt of the iconic '84 Chuck Norris war-hell rescue misadventure finds narrator re-presenting his Earthling-ordeal in Europe in a 'jellyfish' time-capsule tell.

Here's my pre-'26 Missing in Action (Chuck Norris) fanfiction trilogy. Happy Holidays, all

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced film of inspiration and all images/references (e.g., Russo-Ukrainian War) used herein therefore comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"The post-invasion decision of my US-gov't to inways-enter war-ridden Ukraine to foil the schematics of Russia violating talked accords for economic/relations settlements between countries made me a Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American drafted soldier-man of that part of Europe suddenly, and I fought well, as a SEAL-trained infiltration man resembling a religious journalist while destabilizing some key fort-positions in Ukrainian cities held for Russian boast for post-return storywriting (perhaps) of war's experience of ghost-magic helmets of 'jellyfish' linguistics (Facebook-like!)."

"That's not my (complete) story, friends, which I'm telling in this buried time-capsule, for others to discover, in a future Blue-Planet for archaeologists helmets of leviathan/uncertainty, for governance 'matter' for America-Russia relations relevant for media adverbs of co-invested Space-Station cinema (ok). Sure, Americans had a record of languages with Russia, since the collapse of the Soviet building-blocks (damn). Well, I served my American force/side well, for Ukrainians beset by social Blue-Planet contract collapse(s), thinking to adapt the 'misadventure' into hyperbole-'rich' novel concept ('nonfiction') when I returned to the American Homeland. However, I didn't want to return (immediately)."

HQ: Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American target-master, gone, sir?

FIELD-COMMANDER: Sir, we know he's set to return home decorated, but now?

HQ: He was honored for his war-field duty/excellence, but now he's MIA, sir?

FIELD-COMMANDER: Soldier-Satan simply disappeared, but we don't think dead.

HQ: He's just vanished into the melee of war-continuing Ukraine (now)?

FIELD-COMMANDER: One of his compatriots from our side has hunch, sir.

HQ: Pray tell, sir.

FIELD-COMMANDER: Amlan Satan's missing-in-action for a personal deed, sir.

HQ: Pray tell, sir.

FIELD-COMMANDER: He's chasing two buddies of this wretched war (POWs).

HQ: Damn (Selfie-like).

MCMICHAELS: Think Satan shall try to rescue us, Braddock?
BRADDOCK: Well, we're both his trench-pals in Hell...and Satan's a super-sniper!

MCMICHAELS: He'll have to outwit/match that ruthless camp-master (Robben).

BRADDOCK: If we know soldier-Satan, we think he'd dream God pre-cake win.

"Well, I did rescue my two pals (McMichaels/Braddock), American soldiers/men caged in a Russian war-camp of POWs from this ugly new-century war in Europe (wow). I had to act like a relentless infiltrating assassin of sorts, weaving together all the skills and mentalism I had gained from reading and fighting (damn). Afterwards, I sought to cheer myself with some much-earned(?) Ukraine-eatery hospitable-angelic waitress served Ukrainian cake/meat (for the Ego!). That's when I'd think of what brought me to this state of 'avenger' or 'archangel' glass status for POWs-jellyfish. However, that's simply another part of this story, for my time-capsule tell (which continues)."

TO BE CONTINUED...