/lit/ - Literature

>>10282078
A fighter pilot is subjected to a Chinese mainland assault of Southern California from unbeatable airborne fortresses, the ground up to Bakersfield is lost in one day- the MC destroys the fortresses thru one pilot's knowledge of vulnerabilities, and retreats with only 3 others who become his unit. Due to the nature of him ending the advance, he is idolized and used for propaganda, while he falls in love with his wingman, a woman, who he knows he cannot have due to professionalism.
The politically correct press wants war but won't allow racism or mean words, and is drawn to MC for that in his own ideological standards. A few close calls with death fail to scare the MC, even if he looks into the future uneasy.

Book 2:

The MC falls deeper and deeper for the woman, his protector, and when she experiences rape as a result of capture as recalled over the radio by the perpetrator, he has a mental breakdown, defeats 8 enemy fighters, and murders the pilots.
Almost immediately his friends and the one he loves start to distance themselves even though nobody blames him, and the stress and insanity start to set in- as the incident is covered up and most just decide never to speak of it again.

The anxiety of a double life set in as the MC grows more and more resentful of the enemy taking so many allied lives, before he's immobilized with illness and unable to fight, and withdrawn to the States for quarantine. His entire unit is eliminated while he is away, along with the airborne controller who witnessed the war crimes, and 100+ other pilots in a Korea reassault.

Upon learning, he tries to kill himself only to have his beloved's survival knife wrenched out of his hands, and sedated. He grows to have nothing but hate for the entire country he fights, and resolves to burn it down before his life is over.

He's later redirected mysteriously to Nepal, and contacted by radio. His younger sister, who proves it is her, asks him to land. He asks where, and an airstrip unfolds from the mountain side.
Inside, he finds his unit still alive, along with resistance members of both sides and many other countries, all of who are set out to end the war. A secret society started the conflict for profit and control, and upon "learning" this, and learning his wingman had been opposed them all along, and had nearly gotten him killed a few times as they tried to get rid of her. And that they tried to kill him to prolong the conflict.

Book 3 deals with the resolution of more threads. I have most of it done already, but a lot of it induces maximum cringe when I read it back, and needs massive edit.

>>9947889
Please use punctuation. Don't ask other people to use their time when you clearly haven't contributed it yourself.

>>9945969
I liked it, very fresh seeming. She seems like a tomboy to me, and you have left much room for wiggling around her personification.

Good usage of grammar mechanics, the words flow well.

I'd read more.

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“I thought I was rational, but I still only know what other people decide is acceptable. My emotions control me whether I listen to them or not, they are deep and powerful and their direction cannot be changed once they've chosen a path- and they twist my arm and use me for their own goals whether I serve in their army or fight in their freedom movement. The only form of protest I have left is to vanish, and hope they spend resources tracking me down.”

“I can't outsmart them. Not that I would even fucking want to. All I can do is ignore them. Go somewhere else, far away... Maybe to Free Siberia... Homestead in the bush for a while and get my mind off this. Not like I've ever helped anything by fighting, or can change any of it now.”

“I'm sorry for what part I had in it sir... honestly. They promised me-”

“I don't blame you for one instant, Alex. Honest. Lord knows she duped me, probably promised you cures for all the world's ails.”

“Sir... she promised me she would hypnotise or blackmail Two, to fall in love with you... So you could be happy.”

I was silent.

“We all knew; I don't know if she did... everyone was so bloody terrified of you that nobody would even breathe the wrong way, much less actually go up to you and rock the boat.”

“Oh, you were scared?”

“...you know you could have had almost any chick you wanted, ya' know? You would have been their Rasputin.”

“Don't remind me. Remember Yu? That day you nearly fucking died? She was all over me.” I exhaled quietly, my breath forming mist into the dark abyss off the deck. The sea almost perfectly calm, scarcely even a breeze audible.

“My regrets have no power over me if I ignore what could have been. It's a miracle I'm still alive after everything I've pulled.”

Silence followed for a good five minutes thereafter, gentle rocks coming forth as the autopilot held the course steady, maybe a 20 knot relatively leisurely pace.
Finally, my curiosity got the better of me.

“Where is she now?” My only question.
I got no answer. He probably didn't know.

“Not like she would have been right for me anyways. Wasn't she a pagan?”

“Something new-age like that. I hear the White Nationalists are big into it.”

“Fucking nutty indeed.”