The Final Countdown

Day 476, 11:44 • Published in USA USA • by Muljo Gobet

I can see them now. The Mexicans and their ever growing allies, stirring around behind their cover, probably thinking they‘re about to win the battle. Moral is low, we’ve been taking fire from their tanks on top of the hill, continuously, all day. Many of our officers have gone down. No one knows what to do. There’s chaos within the ranks. Some of our bravest continued to fight on their own but they were shot down. There’s no one left to help them, to heal them. Some of the men and women that have been pressed into service are starting to complain. They’re thinking the purpose of the war is wrong. I try to comfort my countrymen who surround me. It’s no use. Doesn’t matter, I’m staying until I breathe my last breath or a miracle occurs. Hoping my pathetic wood barrier will hold up to the growing firing that’s coming from above.

My corporal just went down, I was selected to replace him. I pick up the revolver from his bloodied, battered hand. The men are looking to me for guidance. There’s not much I can do. Our weapons are running out, the enemy is marching down the hill to finish us off, and the main body of the military still hasn’t arrived. It’s amazing that the National Guard have been able to hold them off for so long. Seeing the determination on my countrymen faces makes me proud to be an American. It’s a honor to fight alongside them, and die alongside them, which most likely will happen. I can’t stand it anymore, I’m not going to die cowering behind my wall. I begin to rally the men. “This is OUR time! It’s time to stand up and FIGHT! Follow me and make our country PROUD!” As I turn back around to face the enemy, out of the corner of my eye, I see cowards starting to flee. No matter, I’ll die with my pride intact, I pop up from behind my barrier and start taking down scum one by one.

While a few have ran, most stood up with me. I see our flag waving gloriously not too far from my position. It fills me with courage. The enemy is getting closer, I can see the whites of their eyes. This is it. This is my last stand. A man goes down, another one, then another. I see the line starting to falter. Oh no, the flag goes down! I reach out to grab it, to prevent it from touching the ground. Someone beats me to it. I look up so see who it is. It’s Uncle Sam!?! He lifts the flag up and jumps over the barrier! He screams “CHARRRGE”. I scramble to follow him. He’s running like a madman towards the enemy. The ground is exploding from shells fired from enemy tanks. I zig zag left, right, left again, trying to keep up and protect my commander in chief. Then it happens, the trees all of the sudden fall over, up there on top of the hill. I see our tanks emerge from the woods! YES! Our superior mechanical behemoths rip through the enemy tanks easily. I look behind me, and I see the NG following, wait, YES! Sam brought the main body of the army with him! Things are no longer looking so grim.

The Mexicans and their allies marching towards us, look up behind them to see what the commotion is. They see that they no longer have any heavy support. They’re being attacked from the front and rear. They’re now outnumbered and outgunned. I’m so close to the enemy now, it’s like I can read their thoughts. I can guarantee their thoughts went from, there’s no way the US can fight for so long and hard, they’re so stupid to spread themselves so thin, to good old fashion horror. My countrymen and I finally reach the enemy. I’ve ran out of ammo. I kill in any way I can. I see Sam tearing the guts out of his opponent with the sharp end of the flagpole. I see people choking the enemy to death. Some pick up logs and precede to beat the enemy to a pulp. A few have resorted to biting and clawing. It’s vicious hand-to-hand fighting now.

It seems like an eternity, but the battle, and the war, is over. We’ve taken the hill. I look back down from where I came. Bodies are everywhere. The distinct smell of decay is starting to occur. I’ll make sure those who’ve passed on, get the respectful burial they deserve. Everyone who participate in this war has the distinct honor of being the greatest generation of Americans. We’ve ushered in a new world power. I have a feeling, that from now on, things are going to be different.

Note: I wrote this before Portugal attacked the southeast, that changes things. So, to be continued….
Additional note: I assumed we would win the other two regions, however, this story is still accurate since it takes place in the Southeast


God Bless eAmerica!