The year is 2066 and we have been fighting for over 12 years....

     I find it harder and harder to remember the old days. I try holding onto the memories of my wife and my kids. We used to have so much fun before.... that day. In my sleep I hear the cries of my children calling out for my help as the bombs rained overhead, I remember looking at my wife and in an instant.. she was gone. As I lay in that closet I could smell smoke entering my nostrils all while my mind was racing in thousands of directions. The sweat was trickling down my face and I couldn't force my arms to wipe it away. I was too stunned at the sight of my wife just "vanishing". It had happened in an instant, she was there, in front of me..and then nothing. All that was left was a dark stain where she had once lain. Then, all of a sudden there was silence, yes, total silence. My children were no longer screaming, there were no explosions, just...silence. After fifteen minutes I managed to force my body up and into the hallway. I stammered from doorway to doorway towards my childrens' room. I made it into their room and vomited, there lying in the center of the room were my childrens' remains. Twisted corpses of those I once held so dear. I couldn't stand the sight and collapsed again. I sat there and just wept, I wept and wept until there were no more tears left to shed. All I knew was I had to leave this place, leave and get my revenge against the barbarians that had done this to my family. That day, I joined the army and vowed my revenge against any and every member of the Rebels.

     "Ben!" exclaimed Captain Powers. "Stop daydreaming and get your ass in gear, we're supposed to be setting up an ambush for the Rebels not sitting on our asses thinking of bullshit!". "Sorry sir" I said. "Sometimes I just lose myself in the moment, it won't happen again."

     "Ah, Powers is always full of shit Ben, you should have known that after all you've been here for 5 years." said Johnson who was planting a mine alongside the road.

     "Yeah, I know but I still like to make him feel important." I said with a wide grin.

     Our squad was in charge of an ambush that was to take place near a major supply route used by the enemy. Powers, Johnson, Rutter, and I were to place some mines around the road while Calhoun, Majors, Howard, and Nathans setup a roadblock and other fortifications for us. Each of us carried an M77 Semi Automatic Rifle that was capable of punching holes in light armor and a trusty P33 pistol on our belts. The only exception to this was Johnson who carried a modified version of the old SAW, and Majors who carried a M65 Grenade Launcher. I was always envious of Johnson's SAW44 which could cut through enemies like a hot knife through butter.

     After we made our final preparations, we settled into our fox holes and patiently waited for the enemy. I had a feeling that we were going to encounter quite a formidible foe but one look at our old family photo had me pumped up to kill some rebels... As I placed my photo into my pocket the first enemy jeep came into view. I could see the rest of the caravan rolling over the hills, this was gonna be one hell of a fight.......

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