Post by Mc "The Bastard" on Feb 25, 2011 20:53:46 GMT -5
The man looked over his surroundings with sunken, broken eyes and an equally sunken and broken spirit. The Last War indeed, and on the home front... He huddled closer to his squad, clutching to his gun, his life, and his last shred of hope. Ammunition was low, other supplies lower. How ironic they had more bullets and food. Even if he was starving, hee was still expected to shoot. It all felt so bleak, so pointleess. Why were they even fighting anymore? Certainly not for their country, if it could even be called that anymore. It was just anoother ragged landscape, like everywhere else in the world. Somewhere, some other soldier sat huddled with few, may be fewer, provioins and asked the same question he did now: "Why do we fight?"
The line between soldier and civilian and enemy had long since blurred. People were no longer content with being rounded up and shot. Now they fought too, with sticks and stones and guns and bombs, and no humanity. They'd all die nameless, no one left to remeber them. Him too, and his squad. And one more time, before hunger took him, he asked his question to the open air.
"Why do we fight?"
Almost fourty years later the answer came clear as a bell.
"For our lives! For what we want! Our freedom is at stake!"
This answer came with passion and eeneergy from a man on his soap=box, so to speak. It was Laurence Moorse, causng a scene as usual. He towered abovee his crowd of supporters, standing on an overturned dumpster. He was allways drawing crowds and making scenes, it seemed, but today's speech had a different energy to it. It had a lot to do with the fall of the California Territory, as Acetate was now encraoching on the Nevada Territory in its quest for power.
The tall blonde man continued, talking about how their rights and freedoms and probably families would be the first things to go. And as a man with a family, didn't he fear that as much as any of them did? However, as Laurence spoke of this, he didn't think of his wife, Jenny, or his two children, Ally and Allen. He was thinking more of the job he'd lost in the California Territory, selling black market items and even drugs. So it was a more selfish vendetta that he had then his wife, who was a humanitairian at heart.
"You all know what happened in California, and the same thing will happen here! Good people will die like dogs for having their own mind! And are we going to just sit back, let it happen, and turn the other cheek?! I think its time to let Acetate know that we do. Not. Give. In!"
((Forgive the spelling mistakes, please, the spell checker randomly stopped working and my dyslexia is against me.))
The line between soldier and civilian and enemy had long since blurred. People were no longer content with being rounded up and shot. Now they fought too, with sticks and stones and guns and bombs, and no humanity. They'd all die nameless, no one left to remeber them. Him too, and his squad. And one more time, before hunger took him, he asked his question to the open air.
"Why do we fight?"
Almost fourty years later the answer came clear as a bell.
"For our lives! For what we want! Our freedom is at stake!"
This answer came with passion and eeneergy from a man on his soap=box, so to speak. It was Laurence Moorse, causng a scene as usual. He towered abovee his crowd of supporters, standing on an overturned dumpster. He was allways drawing crowds and making scenes, it seemed, but today's speech had a different energy to it. It had a lot to do with the fall of the California Territory, as Acetate was now encraoching on the Nevada Territory in its quest for power.
The tall blonde man continued, talking about how their rights and freedoms and probably families would be the first things to go. And as a man with a family, didn't he fear that as much as any of them did? However, as Laurence spoke of this, he didn't think of his wife, Jenny, or his two children, Ally and Allen. He was thinking more of the job he'd lost in the California Territory, selling black market items and even drugs. So it was a more selfish vendetta that he had then his wife, who was a humanitairian at heart.
"You all know what happened in California, and the same thing will happen here! Good people will die like dogs for having their own mind! And are we going to just sit back, let it happen, and turn the other cheek?! I think its time to let Acetate know that we do. Not. Give. In!"
((Forgive the spelling mistakes, please, the spell checker randomly stopped working and my dyslexia is against me.))