The Mini-burger

FanFic in the Birmoverse


U.S.S. Hillary Clinton
28th June 1942.

Captain Christopher Evans, Trinidad & Tobago Regiment paced nervously outside the wardroom of Admiral Phillip Kolhammer. Overall Commander of the Multinational Task Force and one of the two people that would determine his place within the current situation and circumstances. The other person was Colonel J. “Lonesome” Jones, the Commanding Officer of the 82nd Marine Expeditionary Unit to which Chris had been assigned when he reported on board the Kandahar back at Pearl Harbor. At the time, it was the year 2021 and the U.S. lead task force was preparing to sortie out to meet up with other ships from Australia, England, France and Japan to return the rightful president of Indonesia to power, remove the forces of the Caliphate, and put an end to the genocide of Christians and Ethnic Chinese.

Captain Evans was one of six officers from Caricom sent to be part of the mission to Indonesia. He was the only one assigned to the Kandahar and was slated to go into combat with them. All that changed when an experiment on the JRV Nagoya went disastrously wrong sending the majority of the MNF back in time to the year 1942. It may have sounded like something out of a Sci-Fi Channel Original Movie or a novel by either Harry Turtledove or S.M. Stirling. But it was real, all to real. As for the five other Caricom Officers, the last he knew was that they had all gone ashore, and were still back in 2021. For someone that was in his late thirties Chris looked more like he was in his mid-twenties. His pale brown skin still had its youthful hue, and his brown hair was yet to see any sign of gray. There had been instances when junior officers would mistake him for an enlisted rank, until they noticed the rank insignia on his shirt and collar.

To a common observer it was hard to believe that this same young looking officer had been under fire numerous times, had killed countless hostiles, had risked his life time and again for friends, and complete strangers of other nationalities without hardly any hesitation at all. Who at this very moment in a time long before he was born, was hoping to given a command in a conflict that he had read about time and time again in history class and for his own enjoyment. Born on September 11th 1984 in the twin island Republic of Trinidad & Tobago Christopher showed an aptitude for leadership and an attraction to challenges before the age of ten. Upon successful completion of Secondary School and with a near perfect SAT score, he was awarded with full scholarships to several top Colleges and Universities in the United States. But turned them all down when he accepted a scholarship to one of the most challenging institutions in the United States, West Point. On his 17th birthday terrorists had struck at the United States, destroying the World Trade Center in NY, damaging the Pentagon, came close to hitting the White House and plunged the free world into a War on Terror. After watching a news clip on the reaction of Cadets to the attack and their commitment to the long war ahead, Chris know that he wanted to be one of them, and do his part in the war against terrorism.

With hardly much time to breathe and enjoy himself following the end of Exams, Chris soon departed for Beast Barracks at the Academy in the summer of 2003. He doubled majored in History and English, while undergoing training to become an officer alongside young men and women at a school where the graduates were all heading to the war on terror in Afghanistan, Iraq and others to come. In June of 2007 Cadet Christopher Evans graduated 7th in his class and was commissioned as a subaltern in the Trinidad & Tobago Regiment.

Fourteen years and three overseas assignments and nine military awards later, Captain Evans had been slated to join the Multinational Force to Indonesia. Where he would serve alongside U.S. Marines in their Operations Section. All that changed when they wound up back in 1942, casualties during the “Transition” meant that there were openings in some of the Rifle Companies. Chris had put in his request for transfer to a rifle company to Colonel Jones, but a few interruptions got in the way. First being the grisly murder of Captain Anderson, former Commander of the Leyte Gulf along with one of the Japanese officers from the Sinuri. Then there was the riot in Honolulu, which saw Chris joining the Marines in suppressing the rioting and bashing in the heads of a few ignorant primitives. Thirdly was the rescue operation of the POW’s in Singapore and the Philippines.

Again, he tried to get a meeting with Colonel Jones to either be assigned to a command or at least be allowed to go along on the mission. Instead Chris was assigned to compiling data on the course of the war and updated methods of training for the Temps. Some of whom did not mind working with a light skinned black man from a country that was still part of the British Empire; and who happened to be a West Point grad among a mostly Navy/Marine Corps operation. An Army 1st Lieutenant and class of 1940 grad assigned to the 24th Infantry Division based at Scoffiled Barracks that was along as an observer, was fascinated by all the changes that the Academy would undergo. Especially the resumed winning streak against Navy, and the Championship winning runs against schools like Notre Dame, University of Texas, Florida State, Ohio State and University of Miami.

Chris had sat in on the briefings for the operation, hopping that there was still a way to go along on the raid. That was when the idea came to him; a few platoons were going in short a few marines that had been killed or injured during the transition. With his rank insignia and national flag removed from his battle dress, he could easily pass for an 82 MEU Marine. He spoke to a Second Lieutenant that was going in short two Marines, and after some convincing and the promise of two bottles of Caribbean Rum; Chris was allowed to slip in with the Platoon.
“Captain Evans, Admiral Kolhammer and Colonel Jones will see you now,” a young Ensign said as he opens the door for Chris. Taking a deep breath he marched in and executed a perfect parade ground halt that would make any Regimental Sergeant Major proud.
“Captain Christopher Evans Trinidad and Tobago Regiment reporting as ordered Sir!” It was then that he had wished changed into a cleaner set of BDUs, his current set still had mud stains from the rescue mission, along with blood and oil from recovery operations after one of the missing Indonesian ships went up in an nuclear flash. In front of him sat Admiral Kolhammer, Colonel Jones, Commander Mike Judge and Admiral Raymond Spruance, one of the many legendry military commanders of World War Two.
“At ease Captain Evans, please have a seat. This should not take very long,” replied Admiral Kolhammer, indicating towards a chair that Chris was now standing next to, sounding like a man that had gone for many hours without sleep. He could identify with that, having only been able to grab a quick one-hour nap before he was summoned to the Clinton. “Thank you Sir,” he quickly replied. After a few minutes of consulting with their flexi pads and consulting with Admiral Spruance, Admiral Kolhammer began the meetings.
“Captain Evans, when you first joined us back in January 2021 you were assigned to operations within the 82 MEU, with the possibility of a combat command when the situation warranted it. However, with the change in our situation, events have made it difficult to find time to address your situation with us.”
“I’m aware of that Sir!” A lot of things got turned upside down with the whole transition, winding up in a time in world history during one of the major conflicts. During which women and people of color were not allowed into positions of command or combat, and they were all now face to face with some of the very legends and famous names from history class was going to take some getting used to.
“From what I’ve gathered you been making yourself useful since the transition,” said Colonel Jones. “ You assisted with rescue operations with the Layte Gulf and the New Orleans. Took on extra duties when we made port at Pearl. Assisted with the suppression of the riots, clearing the way of rioters to allow for fire tenders and ambulances to get to the injured. Complied data to be used in getting or temp friends up to speed, and then there is the recent combat operation.”

After latching onto a Platoon for the rescue operation, Chris was in the thick of the fighting when they got to Santo Tomas University. The site where the majority of Allied Civilian Internees were being held. After crashing through the walls, the platoon took up blocking positions between the Japanese guards and the prisoners. Several attempts at breaking through were repulsed by the Marines, allowing for the quick retrieval of the civilians. Chris had gone through six magazines and numerous grenades keeping the Japanese at bay. When they received the order to disengage the ground in front of the fire team’s position was carpeted with dead Imperial Army Soldiers.

“You have an interesting service record Captain,” said Colonel Jones, “Peacekeeping duty in Haiti in 08. Assigned to Commonwealth Forces during 2011 Zimbabwe Intervention had a part in the capture of the former dictator of that country. 2014 assigned to the 4th Marines on the Afghan Pakistani border. Saw a lot of action during the siege of Camp Shoup.”

In April of 2014 Taliban fighters both within Afghanistan and the border regions of Pakistan launched an all out offensive against government and allied forces within the country. Even although Bin Laden had been killed only a few months earlier, the Taliban and Al Queida Network still had a lot of fight left in them. Camp Shoup was located on one of the hills overlooking the main supply route for the Taliban, Special Operations staged missions from there and proved to be a valuable site in the war on the terror. When the offensive was launched, neighboring nations immediately denied U.S. and allied strike aircraft over-flight rights through their airspace. They would only allow re-supply and medical evacuation flights; as for reinforcements it would take a lot of negotiation with these countries. In the meantime, American, British, Afghan and NATO forces would have to make do with the limited strike aircraft they had, while relying heavily on attack helicopters and in the case of the Marines at Camp Puller Harrier Jump Jets.

As an observer Chris was not supposed to take part in combat operations, and although issued with a 9mm handgun he was to use it only in self-defense. Hours after the first attack on the base then 1st Leftenant Evans had been offered a seat on one of the Evac flights back to Bagram Airbase. He opted to remain with the 4th and assist in whatever way he could.
“Okay then Lieutenant,” replied Colonel Benson Commanding Officer of the 4th Marines, “It’s your funeral, but glad to have you aboard!” As the day turned into weeks of never ending missile barrages, human wave assaults, and making the mad dash out onto the tarmac to load up wounded Marines and National Army Soldiers onto medical evac flights and gather re-supply drops. All before the Taliban gunners could start up another bombardment. Chris was placed in command of a scratch platoon of Marines (clerks and other support types) and Afghan Soldiers, whose purpose was to act as a mobile fire team. If there was a breakthrough, or appeared to be one in the process of happening, Leftenant Evans would lead the men and women under his command to that sector to add their firepower and plug the hole in the line.

When a transport chopper bringing in reinforcements and supplies went down short of the runway, and was at risk of being seized by Taliban fighters, Chris and his platoon were among the many that rushed to their aid. While some went to work pulling the living and dead from the wreckage Chris and his troops took up defensive positions and traded shots with the enemy beating off four attacks and even carried out a rear guard action during the withdrawal back to the perimeter of the base.

His bravery and selfless efforts did not go unnoticed by the officers and NCOs during the two-month siege. When it came time to mount a counter attack, Leftenant Christopher Evans and his platoon were part of the effort to expel the Taliban from the vicinity of the base. With the availability of additional air support the 4th Marines took out several bunker and weapon positions and discovered several connecting tunnels that were stocked with weapons and munitions to be used in further attacks.

Colonel Braddock had recommended Chris for the Bronze Star and Navy Cross, but seeing as he was a foreign national he was awarded with the Legion of Merit and the Navy Marine Corps Medal for his part in the defense of the base during the siege. Upon his return to Trinidad he was on the receiving end of a severe reprimand for not following orders to return to Bagram at the start of the siege. It was felt that he had risked his life unnecessarily by taking part in combat operations, when he was technically assigned to the 4th Marines as an observer.

In the end, Leftenant Christopher Evans was awarded with his nation’s highest award, the Trinity Cross; becoming the first military officer in decades to receive such an award. It would be another seven years before he got another assignment in a combat situation. During that time he made Captain was married, served as a military aide to the minister of national security and to the President of the Republic. Was instrumental in re-writing and redesigning the training manuals that were in use in the Trinidad & Tobago military; became part of the staff at the Caribbean Military College utilizing the methods that were often utilized by instructors at the Academy during his time as a Cadet.

As the situation on Indonesia began to fall apart, Captain Evans was the first to volunteer to be part of a Caricom team that would be part of the MNF. His early requests were denied, until intervention came in a most unusual form. Thomas Benson, now General in the United States Marine Corps who had nothing but good things to say about Captain Evans during a visit to Trinidad & Tobago on an inspection of training facilities in the area convinced the powers that be to get Chris assigned to MNF for the upcoming operation. At the time it seemed like his prayers had been answered, now though, Chris was seriously beginning to question the strange working of God.

“Well Captain, I’m certain that you are wondering where you fit in during this situation that we all find ourselves in,” said Admiral Kolhammer. “Already there have been calls from the British and Australians to have their forces returned to them immediately for redeployment into the defense of their nations. There are even indications that they intend to remove all non-white and female crewmembers from the ships and have them reassigned. With the President’s support they have been convinced otherwise, so those ships and their crews will remain with the MNF. There has even been some concern about members of the MNF that are from nations that are part of the Axis, should they be detained or sent back to their nations. I’ve already spoken to them, and they all have agreed to be on the winning team.

He paused briefly in his speech to glance at Lt. Colonel Jones, who nodded back at him before he continued. “Which leads us to you Captain Evans. You’re the only officer from the Caricom contingent to make it through the transition; your country as we know it is still a British Colony and is part of the U.S. military’s defensive chain in the Caribbean for the Panama Canal and the East Coast. The British are well aware of your presence and your qualifications; they would like you to help train troops from Trinidad and Tobago for possible deployment into combat.

The look that came across Captain Evans face hinted that he was not too enthralled by the prospect. “Do you have something to say about that Captain Evans?”
“Yes Sir! My original assignment before the trip back in time was with the MNF and the 82 MEU. As much as it would be a great honor to return to the land where I will be born some forty two years from now, the British will not allow me to lead troops into combat. Oh they will let me train the troops and prepare them for combat, but in all honesty they will send us to some out of the way garrison duty in North Africa or Egypt far away from the fighting. Chances are my men and I will be placed under the command of South Africans, who will not be all that cool with a black Captain in their midst’s. No telling what they might do to get me out of the way, and after what happened to Captain Anderson, it’s a sign that to stand out too much could get you killed. What I’m saying Admiral is that I would like to remain with the 82nd, I can fit in easily with them and the rest of the MNF than I would if I were sent back to Trinidad. That is if you and Lieutenant Colonel Jones will be okay with keeping me. I would be willing to fill whatever post is available here and now sir.”

Admiral Kolhammer stroked his chin before glancing over at both Jones and Commander Judge.
“I don’t see a problem with you remaining with us, Colonel Jones?”
“Neither do I Admiral, Captain Evans may be Army and a graduate of the Long Gray line and the scourge of many a Midshipman football player. But he has the hart of a Marine and has proven that he can keep up; General Benson assured me of this before he came aboard at Pearl,” relied Lieutenant Colonel Jones.
“He could have remained on board and followed the assault from the Clinton’s Press Center, but he took the initiative to find a platoon to go ashore with and do his part in the mission. Captain, you’re the type of officer that we’ll need for this new war that we now find ourselves in, welcome aboard…again!”
Chris let out a sigh of relief as he stood to grasp the hand of Lt. Colonel Jones, followed by Admiral Kolhammer, Commander Judge and surprisingly Admiral Spruance.
“We’re looking at putting together a combined company comprised of 21st Century Marines and volunteers from the 1940’s. Do you think you can handle them?” asked Lt. Colonel Jones. “They may resent you for being you know…….an Army Officer.”
“I welcome the challenge Colonel, and heaven help any Marine that tries to half step on my watch,” replied Chris. On the Osprey back to the Kandahadar he took in all that had happened. He would have a Company of his own to command and would be part of the fight against Axis forces. If his parents knew about this the pride that they had in him during his graduation would have been eclipsed by this moment. But as he well knew, they would never know. His father would be six going on seven and living on the island of Tobago in the village of Pembrook helping his mother with the crops and animals. As for his mother she would not be born until 1948, his grandparents had by this time migrated from Grenada to Trinidad where they found jobs working on the base in Chaguramus. Grandpa Evans would still be in training for the Army on Trinidad, following which he would undergo further training in England as an explosives ordinance specialist.

Grandpa Evans spent the majority of the war disarming unexploded bombs during the air raids against London, and later land mines and other sundry explosive traps that the Germans left behind during their retreat from the occupied countries. Corporal Evans would return to Trinidad & Tobago with the Military Medal and a DSO for his bravery and valor during the war. He had died while Chris was in his Junior Year at the Academy, and would not get to see his grandson graduate from the school, or return to Trinidad with decorations form numerous deployments. Now that he was here in this time, maybe Chris would find a way to contact Corporal Evans and let him know that somewhere in the war another Evans, a Captain from Trinidad & Tobago serving with the 82 MEU.


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