Missing-in-Action: Who Field (Part 2)

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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"You might ask yourself, while reading my time-capsule tell (for burial in my American Homeland suburbia-backyard for future-archaeology helmets) about my experience as a drafted Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American soldier of the Russo-Ukrainian War (post-failures of countries-contracts securities for post-invasion settlement thoughts), what my empirical mindset was before I went MIA to rescue my two trench-compatriots (Braddock/McMichaels) who'd been put into cages by a ruthless Russian-war camp master ('Robben') in Europe (sure). Well, I can tell you my experience/'work' as a skilled SEAL-trained marks-man for defense of Ukrainian lands for my US-gov't didn't blind me to the Hell of war and what made that pocket of Earth simply not representative of social media casualness of survivalism jitters."

"You may ask yourself such things, because I can tell you, pre-rescue of Braddock and McMichaels, I'd already tasted the evil-smoke of that hellish war-environment in Europe post-invasion of Ukraine and post-failures of accord-language settlement securities reaches concerning my US-gov't quest of social contract happiness (for doubt). The hell of that war field was made by the raw-survivalism required in that entrenched and made-muddy land and invoked in any soldier (American, etc.) feelings of endurance and grit that comes from targeting and killing to push-back a force of colonialism-like jellyfish."

"Sure, that Ukraine-environment was nothing but bad, and I had not immediately glimpsed any vision of Russian war-camp image of POWs taken as sheep for labors/execution/imprisonment. I hadn't yet seen any clue about POW-jars; and it wasn't yet-time for my two compatriot-pals (Braddock/McMichaels) to become such POWs for rescue-consciousness. We hadn't seen any POW-camps in our early-wanderings...only the endless fire required for fencing-off a criticized invasion force of jellyfish (wow)."

"Of course, I joked to Braddock and McMichaels that should we rescue POWs in cages from Russian camps, we'd toast the miracle-deed with deep-prayers rich Ukraine hospitable eateries with waitresses offering angelic sweets for relief from the regrettable Realism of war itself (sure). Of course, we hadn't yet seen these POW-camps and Braddock/McMichaels had not (yet) become such POWs for me to rescue. Sure, it was still a dawn-daylight in that war, and I was not yet...missing in action."

TO BE CONTINUED...