World war three

Bullets rained down from the helicopter gun ships. Una Persson put the blowpipe missile launcher on her shoulder. She let a missile go & it snaked through the sky. BANG! A helicopter veered away from the pack & left a trail of smoke & body parts as it arced down to the ground where it crumpled into a fiery, twisted mess of metal & plastic. She dived back into her hole in the ground as a fresh swathe of bullets showered down. She pulled her goggles over her eyes & adjusted here face filter.

"Who'd have thought the enemies of the world would be the Yanks by the beginning of the twenty first century."
Jerry sat in their "mole hole" & laughed.... "they're the modern manifestation of The Roman Empire." He lifted his face mask & lit a spliff.
Shaky Mo Collier popped his head into their dug-out. "Shake it up & look lively. We just took a tank. It's full of amphetamine sulphate!"
The three of them followed him across the fine sandy terrain to where a group of Iraqi insurgents where scrambling about on the steaming wreck of a British tank. Charred bodies were being pulled out of the turret hatch. The pack of choppers had found another target nearby & seemed not to notice the activity around the tank. The fighting on the outskirts of Basra over the past two days had been the worse so far. There was plenty to distract a load of sped-out British chopper pilots.
The insurgents handed Mo a metal box. He opened it & showed the contents to Jerry & Una. Inside were bags of powder, pills & bottles of clear liquid.

Salma Khan sat on Jerry's face. She was still wearing her hijab. Apart from that she was naked except for a pair of fawn military boots.
"Jerry. You are a man of the future!"
"Nggrphmm...."
"You know how to fuse faiths & ideologies!"
"Mmmph."
"You understand the need for cultural diversity!"
"Ggrrfffmm."
"You are a true Aristotelian!"
"Mmmmmnnngh."
"You'd make a beautiful Arab bandit prince."
Jerry popped his head out from under her dark writhing body. "You're supposed to be a communist!" he said looking shocked. What's with this "prince" stuff?
"Let me play!" screamed Salma as she moved her clitoris up & down over his mouth. She lent back & grabbed his cock. She started working it furiously as he penetrated her vagina with his tongue & started ululating without sound.
They both came in violent spasms as more bombs started raining down.
She got off of him. As she quickly dressed she shouted at him....
"Come on. The Americans have finally got our position. We'd better move.
"Fucking coitus inter bloody ruptus! I was ready for another one!" he said as he hopped on one leg pulling his trousers up. Both he & Salma had snorted a shit load of sulphate & he was amazed he'd been able to climax at all.
They ran out of the building just as a U.S.A.F. bomb took the roof off & sent concrete & twisted metal spinning through the air. Jerry saw two eight or nine year old little girls completely flattened by one of the walls as it fell in one lump. He felt the urge to vomit.
Salma grabbed him by the hand & ran him into the cover of a nearby shop doorway. The screaming aerial bombardment moved on as quickly as it came.
"Ground troops will be hot on the tails of that!" she said as she pulled an AK47 out of a bag.
Sure enough American soldiers were appearing at the entrance to the street some 300 yards away. Salma let rip with the AK47 & they all ducked & dived for cover.
"Murdering bastards!" she screamed as she let a second volley off in their direction. Jerry & her ran into the shop. It was full of video games. Most of them were battle simulation games. All of the games were American.
They left via a back door & made their way down one Baghdad backstreet after another until they came to a two-man gyrocopter. They strapped themselves in & lifted off. Jerry steered the fragile machine while Salma started pressing keys on a lap-top computer that was plugged into some nineteenth century style machinery set into the back of her seat.
The sky started swirling like a giant whirlpool above their heads.
Time sped up & the eye of the swirling basin of blue rotating chaos sucked them up with a shlupp!

Jerry lay on a Persian rug smoking from a four foot hookah pipe. Salma lay opposite him reading a copy of Socialist Worker. They were in a Yurt bedecked with rich ornamental tapestries. Jerry wore a turban & a long yashmak. Salma wore the apparel of a belly dancer.
"How do your anarchist beliefs tarry up with this paper you seem to perpetually carry? These are a bunch of Trotskyist parliamentary interventionists."
"I dig their outrage." said Jerry taking another long drag on the pipe.
"What about mine?" she asked.
"Yours turns me on." He rolled over & over until his head was between her legs. He looked up at her from an upside-down trajectory & she grinned in reaction to his boyish charm.
"What about the prophet Mohammed then?" he said grinning.
She closed her legs over his head & said.... "Osama Bin Laden gets caught shagging a young sheep. The prosecution are outraged when the judge lets him go. "Why did you let him go?" asks a lawyer. The judge says "It's islam & he can do with it what he likes."
Jerry laughed. Then he stood up & threw one back at her.... "What's the difference between cockneys & Smarties?"
"Dunno," she replied.
"Smarties don't blow up in the tube!" They both laughed.
"Thank Allah we've still got our sense of humour Jerry."
"I should coco."
"Says in this paper that your brother Frank's been kicked out of the Pentagon. Looks like his boss didn't do too well in the mid-term elections."
"Frank's a junkie bastard!"
"Got a lot in common with the President then."