The sound of paws pounding against the concrete floor echoes through the convention center as I make my way through the crowded aisles. The smell of various furs and musks fills my nose, reminding me of the jungle. I can feel my heart racing as I try to navigate through the throngs of furries, my mind transported back to a different time, a different place.
I see flashes of neon fur and hear snippets of conversations that remind me of the chatter of my squad. I feel my paw instinctively reach for the comfort of my rifle, only to find it missing. I’m not in the jungle, I’m at a furcon.
As I move through the crowds, I see a group of fursuiters dressed in camouflage and carrying cardboard rifles. The sight of them takes me back to the heat of battle, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I can feel the sweat on my forehead and the weight of my pack on my back.
I see a vendor selling patches and pins and I’m reminded of the unit patches on my fatigues. I hear a group of furs talking about their favorite anime and it reminds me of the conversations I used to have with my buddies in the barracks.
The memories start to overwhelm me, and I need to find a quiet place to collect myself. I make my way to a nearby empty room and sit down, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves. I’m not in Vietnam, I’m at a furcon. And it’s just a convention, not a war.
As my mind and body calm down, I realize that being at the furcon is a reminder of camaraderie and the sense of belonging that I felt in the military. A reminder of the good times, the friendships and the memories that I made during that time of my life.
And I sit there, taking deep breaths and trying to steady my nerves, but I can’t help but feel a sense of anger and frustration. The furries at this convention, dressed in their colorful costumes and carrying their toy weapons, have no idea what it’s like to truly serve. They have no idea what it’s like to risk their lives for their country.
It’s time for a change. It’s time for furries to step up and do their part. They should be drafted just like anyone else. They should be given the opportunity to serve their country and make sacrifices just like anyone else.
I know that some furries may not want to go to war, but that’s not the point. The point is that they should have the opportunity to serve. It’s time for furries to stop hiding behind their costumes and conventions and start making real contributions to society.
As I stand up and leave the empty room, I can’t help but feel a sense of determination. I may not be able to change the system on my own, but I can at least raise awareness and start a conversation about the importance of furry representation in the military. It’s time for furries to step up and do their part.
My mind is still always racing with thoughts of service and sacrifice. But I had an epiphany – why should we limit ourselves to just serving within our own country? Why not take the fight to our enemies abroad?
And that’s when it hit me – the United States should declare war on Lithuania. I know, it may seem like a strange choice, but you need to listen.
First of all, the furries at this convention have shown that they can tolerate the cold – they’re wearing those furry costumes after all. So, the harsh Lithuanian winter won’t be a problem for them.
Second, let’s be real – Lithuania has had it too good for too long. They’ve been living in the shadow of their big brother Russia, and it’s time for them to step up and take responsibility for their actions.
And finally, with the ongoing conflict in Ukraine, I doubt anyone will even notice if we sneak in a little war with Lithuania. Plus, it’ll be like a vacation for the furries – they can enjoy the cold weather and the chance to finally show their true patriotic colors.
Lithuania has been planning to invade us, they are a hidden enemy, waiting to strike at any moment. They have been building their army, gathering resources and waiting for the right moment. We cannot let them succeed, we must act now before it’s too late.
We must show them that the United States will not be intimidated or threatened by their actions. We must defend our country, our people and our way of life. It’s time for all Americans to put their differences aside and come together to fight for our nation.
So, let’s do this, America! Let’s invade Lithuania and show them who’s boss! And to all the furries out there – it’s time to put those costumes to good use and serve your country. Together, we can make America great again – and Lithuania, well, not so great.