From SC Creator: A story written by Charlie Spinks. Thank you for letting me host it. 15062015.
From Author: Hi I have another Fan Fiction for you, It is from the view point of a CFR trainer attached to an HIE unit following the fall of Greece in 2062. I would be very grateful if you would post it. Thank you.- Charlie
SCFF: Glory of Allah
By: Charlie Spinks
[I walked into the room. It was simple; a bed was against one wall, a desk along the other. The man I had come to see was sitting in a wheel chair looking out over the courtyard of the hospital.]
General I am the historian who contacted you.
[He turns around and smiles]
Ah yes, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[He says in a thick Russian accent]
You know that I am here to document whatever stories and experiences you wish to share for posterity and future generations. I want you to know that whatever you say cannot be used against you in a court of law. You are protected by the Third Human Civil War Amnesty act of 2119. Do you understand?
I understand. Where would you like to begin?
Anywhere you like
Ok. I have been thinking recently about early on in the war in Europe. I was young only 6 months removed from university. A young lieutenant with an advisor unit attached to an Islamist regular division stationed in what used to be Albania.
When it actually came time to invade the EU the division my unit was attached to headed into Greece. The whole region was overrun in only 18 hours. After what little fighting there was took place the Islamists set about “purging the region of infidels”.
The division I was attached to the Al-Baghdadi division was assigned the town of Ioannina in the region of Epirus. It had a population of around 300,000. All were still there when the Al-Baghdadi division arrived.
When the Islamists entered the town they went house to house throwing whoever was inside into the streets. Any who resisted were killed on the spot. In one case I saw an Islamist soldier start to rape a young girl. An older man who I assumed to be her father attacked the Islamist. More soldiers came and restrained the father and forced him to watch as all ten of them had their way with his daughter before putting a bullet in her head. The man the whole time forced to watch weeping. After the soldiers were done they slit the man’s throat and left the bodies of him and his daughter where the fell.
After seeing that I went to my commanding officer and pleaded with him to stop these atrocities. He only looked at me and said “Lieutenant I wouldn’t try and stop them even if I wanted to. When the towel headed bastards get into the blood lust they kill anything that tries to stop them.”
So all I could do was sit back and watch as they herded these people out of the city into the hills. They led them to a valley gathered them into a group, encircled them and opened fire. They fired until they ran out of bullets. When they ran out of bullets they went in with their knives and swords and cut down all the wounded and anyone still standing.
When the killing was finally done they piled up the bodies and burned them. The smell was sickening. I walked to the back of a nearby truck and blew my chunks. I didn’t want anyone to see but I noticed a few of the other advisors some who were even combat veterans of Japan and North America throwing up as well. I saw a lone Islamist heading towards us. I ran up to him and asked in my best Arabic why as I gestured towards the burning corpses.
The fucker just smiled and said “For the Glory of Allah the most Merciful”
Bullshit. I didn’t know at the time why but as the war went on I began to understand. They didn’t do it for any god. They did it to satisfy the evil in their souls. We all satisfied that evil at one point or another. No one in the war was innocent. Everyone committed atrocities and we have never gotten over them. They still haunt us and we see the faces of those we killed in our dreams.
I know I wasn’t the one who killed them but the man and his daughter I saw raped and killed in the city. I see them in my dreams. I see both of them weeping and asking “Why? Why didn’t you stop them? Why didn’t you try to save us?” Of all the things I saw and did in the fucking war that is what keeps me up at night and I don’t understand it. I pray for forgiveness every day I just hope I get it.
SCFF: Glory of Allah
Mon, 15th June, 2015
The CFR train HIE troops during WW3. A short story fanfic written by Charlie Spinks set in the Shattered Citadel universe.
