Do not think of this as my opinion but rather my story of what will happen in the furture.
I was thinking, if terrorists attacked the U.S.A. Then they would attack Niagra falls, too cut off power for half the country, and then N.Y.C. (Big surprise). Then they would most likely bomb the White House, and then the Pentagon + Texas. Sucks for me, I live in New York. Then I started wondering about why there are terrorists that do such things. I noticed that they are doing it because of their OPINIONS. Isn't that what we, the U.S.A. Support? Freedom of Speech. Freedom of Religon.
If we support it then how will we have a chance too stop it? I have noticed that all of the world is dead. Dead. There will always be terrorists like there will always be poor and rich people. Powerfull and weak people. There will always be these things, so therefor the will always be CORRUPT people. The only chance for us too survive is too make a strong army\navy\marines etc. Also importantly a ultra powerful intelligence agency.
Of course there is always the option of planting a chip in everones head that will make then not be terrorists. Lol. But we the U.S. are against that sorta stuff arent we? After thinking all of this for about a week, I just decided too stop freaking thinking. It is like trying too find out god. (Famous question, "If there is a 'God' Then who made 'God'?).
And yet, there is always the thoughts and the reasoning of the average citizen who becomes a fighter for their country. This does not just include the U.S. anymore. This includes all the brave people who fight for their countrys, who are willing too give their lives for the people they live with.
There is always a fear of dieng in the service. You always have too watch your back. Always try too watch your fellow soldiers back so they can watch yours. You never will know when you will get ambushed. Your friend is dieng in front of you, you can't help him. What do you do? You get back too base. Only 6 of the 15 men that went with you survived.
Congratulations soldier. You made it. Your best friend died in front of you, sadly you live next door too his family. He had a wife and 2 kids. You then wonder... When will it be your turn too die, when will it be your wife or husband, and children, and brothers, sisters, mother, father, friends, all around the people who are close too you's turn too have their heart sink when they learn, you didn't make it.
You finaly get sent home. 2 days later, you go too your friends funeral. You watch as your best friend gets burried. You do not want too let go. He was like a brother too you, you watch as he waife gets handed a flag. Congratz soldier.. You lived another day.
Your ducking under barricades, 4 of your fellow soldiers behind you. You hear shots, you scream , "Get down get the fuck down!" Too late. You hear yelling, you look for the enemy soldiers, not even daring too take time too look back. You fire 4 shots, there was only two soldiers, one head shot too one, 2 chest shots too another, you look too make sure it's clear.
You turn around too check for wounded men, everything around you is slow, you see someone on the ground, it is hard too see because of the sand, your rub your eyes and see 2 soldiers on the ground, 2 checking the bodies. You notice one was still alive, only a bullet too the arm, the other.. Your best friend. He is laying on his back. 1 shot in the chest, he is spurting blood from his mouth.
You run over too him, you grab his hand. He says, "Jim, tell my wife I love her. Tell Jamie and Sara I will always be with them, protecting them. Please.. (Jamie and Sara are his children).
"No, Chris, Your not going too die! I wont let you!"
"Face it Jim, I am gone."
With one final cough of blood, his hand loosens. His eyes are still open. You close them. You watch as a tear of yours falls on his cheek.
13 hours later, you are back at base. You get of the helicopter and do not turn too look at the black body bag behind you. You learn that more then half of the soldiers who left died. You get commended for a good job.
And now you wake up. everything that happened that day was just in your dream. you have had this dream for the 5 days you have been back. You get up and walk down the stairs, and out the door too the mail box. Nothing good, bill, bill, one time offer too win $1mil, walmart catalog, a letter from the U.S. army. Your heart drops. You feel your heart beat for 7 minutes, just looking at the letter. You finnaly open it.
2 weeks. Only 2 weeks until you have too leave.
You wait a week too tell your family. They didn't take it easily. This time you get a life insurance policy. You know, just in case.
You are at disney land, trying too enjoy the last days you will have with your family for a while. Hopefully at least... Your daughter and son are laughing on the monster ride, but you can see the pain in their eyes. You know they fear the worse...
Back too reality.
I bet some of you have served . I bet you can make a story that will kick this ones ass. I encourage you too do so. I will make a flash of this if I ever get flash professional. That's a promise.
Back too hell.
Your in you first mission since you got left home. An ambush. You are in a bulding, on the roof sniping. You hear a voice on your radio saying they are coming, 2 minutes until ambush starts, fire on sight.
You see a enemy tank, and several soldiers following it. You hear shots, so you start, 1 head shot. Reload. Reload, Miss. All the soldiers are out of your sight. The tank points at you. You run too the other side of the roof, the tank misses, but you still get whiplashed. Everything is blurry, you didn't notice the soldier walking up the stairs behind you.
You hear a click, everything slows down. Fuck. You jump forward, pulling out your knive, turn around and kick the gun out of the enemys hand, he takes out his knife. YOu both just stare at eachothers eyes, probabaly guessing what the other was thinking. You do not want too die.
You refuse too die now. You jump at him, slaming him too the ground, and reach too stab him, he holds you back, and bites your hand, you keep pushing, bleeding on his face. Your family and friends flash before your eyes. You see your own funeral. You see you getting lowered into your grave. You think, "No.. Not today." You push him up, and off the roof.
The Few, The Proud.
Congratz, Another Day soldier.