We'll fight them on the beaches and we'll fight them in the streets

Day 3,235, 14:59 Published in United Kingdom United Kingdom by Henry Hank Moody

You may take our cities, you may take our land, but you will never take away our spirit or our desire for freedom. We will fight you street to street and house to house if we have to but if you want this country you will find it to be a country of dead men.

I was given an old M4 rifle when I joined the resistance, they didn't really care about my one legged disadvantage, or the fact that I was constantly leaning against a crutch for support. They didn't ask any questions of me, they were too desperate for men for such crap. Instead they handed me a weapon, pushed me towards a sergeant and wished me well.

We pushed on towards the front lines, all the while nearing the sounds guns, artillery, and rolling tanks. I'd experienced this countless times before, on countless different battlefields and yet I always experienced that same sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, my mouth went dry and i longed to do nothing but vomit up the contents of my stomach.

"Alright boys and girls this is our post. We hold it to the last man understand?"

It wasn't really a question that required an answer, we'd all stay until the very end. And we'd die, there was little question of that, but what other choice did we have exactly? This was our land, our home, I'd lay down my life for that flag, I'd done it numerous times before anyway, at least this time it would actually mean something.