"So, how's your girlfriend doing, Yeoung?"
In the middle of the dusk night, two soldiers of the South Korean remnant kept their eyes focused northwards. Despite the insurrection in the south of the peninsula, the threat of the North Koreans remained ever present. The rouge state was a political maverick; if Kim-Jung Un or the KPA generals smelt weakness, they would most surely lunge like a lion at a wounded gazelle
Thankfully, South Korea was not a wounded gazelle. Even with some of the army forced southwards to deal with the southern insurrection, the ROKA remained as one of the largest and well trained army in the world, let alone being more technologically advanced. Even if the Yankees had to go home due to the political fracturing of their nation, any invasion North Korea could muster would easily be repelled. Still, South Korea could not leave its northern border unguarded by the crazy Northerners, so it was up to men like Private Jong to watch the DMZ for suspicious activity.
Jong's friend Yeong turned to him, sighing, "She's fine, from the last I've heard from her. Apparently there was a minor riot in Seoul the other day, but she wasn't in the part of the city where it happened."
"Seoul?," Jong gasped in surprise, "I know times are rough right about now, but damn, if the capital is in flames-"
"Relax, everything is under control," Yeoung said to his friend. He extended his arms as he readjusted the weight around his body. After yawning, he continued, "I can't believe we got the night shift; I'm about ready to crash."
"Someone's got to do it," Jong shrugged. He didn't exactly enjoy not getting any sleep, either, but it was his duty to protect South Korea, so Jong knew he to endure the night.
Yeong shook his head. "The Commies are probably even in a worse spot than we are. Kim Jong-un claims North Korea is unified, but I bet they're facing an insurrection even worse than we are. If you ask me, this is pointless."
"But," Jong retorted, "You can't deny they're stupid. If some terrorist cell is wrecking havoc in the North, they'd cross the DMZ just for propaganda for their starving citizens. Can't look weak, no matter the costs."
Yeoung gave a nervous chuckle; Jong could tell his friend knew he was right, but that just meant the possibility for another war to start was going to be greater than he initially suspected. And if it started soon, they would face the front of it. "Hopefully," Jong added, "It'll won't go anywhere".
"At least not when we're on shift," Yeoung quickly added.
The two stared off into the DMZ, silent as the windless night. Scanning with their night-vision binoculars, they saw no communists moving in the brush, which was a godsend after the conversation between the two. At least Jong was happy that the North Koreans had no need for stealth. Why bother hiding when you have millions to replace the dead? Any assault they would do would just be a frontal assault, charging straight at them. In fact-
Jong's thoughts were interrupted as muzzles lighted up from the bushes. Jong immediately jumped behind a nearby rock, bullets ricocheting off the rocks as constant as a factory. The night sky was clear of any overcast, but yet the Korean soldier felt drops of liquid fall on his head. Jong patted his forehead, but he couldn't feel any cuts or bruises. Slowly turning right, he saw his friend, stiff on the ground covered in blood.
It was just him versus whatever this scouting party, who just managed to pull a successful ambush. Jong had no intentions of dying today, damn his job. Hyperventilating, he quickly got up and started to sprint in the opposite direction, fleeing his attackers. He only crossed a few yards before pain flared in his leg, forcing him to trip and fall on the ground.
As quickly as they began, the guns stopped. Jong, to his surprise, was still alive, but his leg was bleeding and was in no condition to walk. He cursed his luck; he just been shot in the leg, and there was little to no hope of anyone else coming to his rescue. Luckily, there a a nearby bush a few feet away; if he could simply crawl into it, perhaps he could hide in the bush...
He barely started crawling when he felt someone grab him. Jong froze in terror, and he yelped as he was shoved onto the back. Staring upwards towards the stars, he saw a woman scowling at the heap of a soldier. Jong immediately noticed what the lady was wearing; the combat uniform of the KPA.
"You're not going anywhere," she taunted.
Jong's eyes widened. He started stammering for words, pleading for his life. The North Korean woman continued to fixate her glare on the South Korean soldier, her only motion being a hand reaching for her holster. She spat on Jong before unholstering her sidearm, pointing it at his forehead.
"You," she accused, "are a traitor to the Korean people."
For a moment, Jong screamed, hoping that someone, anyone nearby would arrive to save him from his untimely execution. The next second, a thunderclap replaced the screaming, and the night returned back to its silence.
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To: "Republic" of South Korea
From: Democratic People's Republic of Korea
As of now, the Democratic People's Republic of Korea henceforth rescinds and withdraws from all provisions of the Korean Armistice Agreement. Submit to the will of the Supreme Leader, or be destroyed like your Yankee allies.