Wyatt's History & War Journals, Part 4: Espionage & Equality

"Joy taught us both, and we all became thick as thieves. A bond closer than family, than lovers. It's not something you can explain. We developed a new type of hand-to-hand combat together, were taught how to be soldiers. True soldiers. *chuckle* A question I often get asked... Did I love her, though? Did I harbour romantic feelings for her? Yes. Yes, I did. That's the simple answer. But, after training with Joy for a while, she left. Without reason or explanation. Of course, I knew she must have had good reason to do so. She must have. I believed in her. My partner, Jack however, wasn't very happy with her leaving. He did grow to accept it eventually. Not long after, we were both recruited into a new kind of Spec Ops group, called FOX. Force Operation X. In one of it's independent test runs, I was captured and sent to a prison camp, where I met some old friends. Luckily, we broke out. I also was involved with stopping a Soviet rocket launch that could threaten the entire world. Anyway, not long after, I was contacted again by Joy, who seemed to just... Want someone to speak to. It was strange. I happily obliged of course. Then... Came the first truly government-sanctioned operation of FOX..." War Journal 220: A group of 'eccentrics', 'weirdos' and 'oddballs.' That's what they call us. FOX. Finally, I feel like I belong. Like I have somewhere to be. It feels like a home. I can be a soldier, with a purpose. Knowing I have people backing me up, friends I can rely on by my side... I owe it to the Major. He's British, like me. Ex-SAS from during World War 2. He's had an eye on me for a while apparently. He told me us soldiers need to look out for each other, and he knows what I'm capable of, which is why he recruited me. One of our members is black, another a woman. Yet they're still just as capable as anyone else. Hell, more than some white men I've fought with! I don't get the racism others seem to spout in our profession... Maybe it's time to change. "We were a mixed bag in FOX. Truly the pick of every litter you could find. The Major saw what I did: that if you were capable at your job, it didn't matter your creed, colour, race or gender. Soldiers shouldn't see race, gender or colour, but the skill. Willingness. Potential in an individual. War doesn't discriminate, and neither should those who fight it, and those who plan it. I saw this clear as day, the first time I worked with FOX. Of course I couldn't speak for other walks of life, since I'd never lived them, but I could speak for military experience."