“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday”, Blue Water Ops, this is Bryan from Aluminum Cloud, Southwest off Palawan heading North East with an altitude of Angels 15, cruising 450 miles per hour. Sustained angle of attack, requesting for emergency landing.” “Mayday, Mayday, Mayday”
“This is Hamid from the Lapu-Lapu fleet, to be deployed by a cat shot, hang on bastard! Don’t Bought the Farm!”
“Copy Idiot!”
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Makati City, November 8, 2020; 7:00 pm
“Mom, I really hate history! I’m kinda piss off memorizing events which I am not part of.” said Brian poking his finger on the information in his tablet.
“Brian, if not with history you are not here in this 68th floor of this Hewlett condominium.”
“Does it make sense Mom?”
“Yes son, since today is the date when GMA was indicted for graft and corruption by the Philippine court.”
“Who is that fucking GMA mom?”
“The 14th president of the Federal government of the Philippines err then Republic of the Philippines.”
“Then pardoned after two years by the sissy president.”
“Shhh! Bung your dingy mouth Brian!”
“But mom, it is mentioned here in forbidden files blog that he was caught with his executive secretary doing business in the bathroom of the Palace.”
“Oh well, that’s history.”
“That’s why I hate history mommy.”
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“Hey 2nd lieutenant Brian! thinking so deep like the blue ocean mhen?”
“Yeah, Hamid, in case I died in jet crash this morning, could I be part of history?” asked Brian who is staring at the giant waves that dashing on the iron hull of the Ninoy Aquino Navy destroyer which is part of the Lapu-Lapu fleet guarding the Kalayaan group.
“C’mmon monkey fucker, don’t make colorful actions or else you will be just thrown in the high seas and let the sharks feast on your sinner flesh and no one remember you other than your cock sucking girlfriends!”
“Brian just ignore the cynical remarks of Hamid he just lean on the poop deck while caressing its iron bars with his finger. “Hey Deck Spotter! One of the first things you will realize is that we are here not to scratch our balls and by doing so we are destined to be among the lists of those heroes.”
Hamid spit on coming giant wave before it smash on the ship’s hull but the strong wind prevented the mucus and instead lodges it on his face. “Allah please forgive this wishful man” he said while wiping the saliva on his face. “Tomorrow we will be flown over Echo Range and make a good shoot mhen since the slit eyes are on the offensive.”
“I am a NFOD Hamid and ready to rumble with Gomer.”
“Tell that to the Hamburger helper”
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Malacañang Palace, July 30, 2030; 10;00 pm
“Ma, the Philippines is under attacked by the Chinese what shall I do?”
“Bimby, you are the President of the Philippines and you are not here to play basketball like your hard-egg father.” replied the grey haired Kris Aquino-Binay who is browsing her virtual magazine powered by guava computer, a subsidiary of apple.
“Mr. President! the defense secretary!”
“Where?
“Line 4 Mr. President.”
“Telephone?”
“My Gosh Bimby that’s phased out!” snarled by the old Kris.
“Line 4 of Virtual television Mr. President.” Informed by the half irritated assistant.
“Kuya Josh!” exclaimed by the president while scratching his army cut hair.
“Bimby, the chief of staff is planning to do a counter attack.”
“That’s good to hear!” did you suggested the plan?
“Of course I did! I said that while the Chinese is on the offensive manner, i said that we position at their back, they will not see us anyway! They have small eyes! Har! Har! Har!”
Kris Aquino-Binay fall from her seat.
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Kalayaan Group of Islands, August 1, 2030; 9:00 am
“Fox One, Fox two, Fox three!” slit eyes armada on feet wet!” Brian is in his F-16 Falcon jet fighter maneuvering against a couple number of Chinese fighter planes.
“Copy! It’s in my radar idiot!”
“One down!
“Tell it to your momma Hamid! An Abu Sayaff descendant in fighting mood and ready to Fangs Out!”
“Hahaha! Allah saves!
“Yes! Hamid and we will be part of history!
The radar of Brian intercepted a distress call from his mother. “Mommy go ahead!”
“Son, where are you?” we are told to evacuate the city as there is intelligence report that China will attack Manila, I’m afraid my son.”
“Dont worry mommy, I’ll be there soon!”
“Thanks son, make it faster as people starts to flee the city and...”
“Mommy? Mommy!
“Brian, this is Hamid the rest of the squadron Fangs Sunk in Floorboard! We are next mhen! By the way the god informed that Manila is already vanished and the rest of the Philippines to follow.”
“What?”
“Yes mhen, nuclear bomb dropped minutes ago.”
“No! mommy!”
“Condolences to us mhen history will recall us!”
“Check Six!”
Before Hamid notice it his fighter jet is already in flames.
Brian notice the Chinese aircraft carrier in his radar. He avoided the guided missiles fired on him by the Chinese fighters. He descended towards the carrier and in few seconds it is already burning like hell.
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December 13, 2011; 2:00 pm
“Brian! Tulog ka na naman! Kaya ka bagsak sa history kasi tulog ka ng tulog!
“Mrs. Gomez you are alive?”
“Wag mo nga akong ini-english asan ang assignment mo?”
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