American Veteran: I don't know what you want me to say.

Interviewer: Anything that you want to.

A.V.: Anything? (laughs)

I: Well, mostly about the War.

A.V.: (sighs.) (silent for a bit.) Alright. Where do you want to start?

I: Where ever you want to. What battles were you in?

A.V.: (scoffs). Most. All. None. It all really just depends on your definition of "battle". Sure I was fighting the KPA. Sure we didn't have that much food, ammo, or even a spare sock amoungst ourselves. I might have been wounded, and I might have killed as much as those sons of bitches that I could find. But I wasn't in the slave camps. I wasn't in those fights, of walking by them everyday, wondering if I was next to get shot in the head, raped, or sent on a train to God knows where. (silence for a a few seconds.) Look, if you want the truth of what happened you need to talk to them about this too. Just because I fought in some battles here and there, does not make me a hero. the American Resistance fighters are heroes. The civilians who stayed alive, and escaped those god forsaken camps, are the real heroes. Without them...(sighs.)...we would have lost.

I: I understand.

A.V.: Alright...as long as you understand. (sits back in chair, and folds arms across chest.) During the begining part of the battle of Kansas city, was that the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat. I remember that. My heartbeat, and teh whistling of the bullets as they flew around us. I remember looking at the guy ahead of me, as our squadren made its way through the war torn city. I remember seeing him get shot. Right in the head. Right here. (taps his left temple.)
It went straight through his helmet, with a small cloud of blood coming from the new hole on his head. He staggered, flailing his arms, as he lost motor control. Went down on his knees, then fell face first onto the broken concrete. Sad thing is, I just jumped over his body and kept going. I didn't look back. Couldn't. This mission was too important to fuck up, by sparing a glance at a dead soldier. (takes a breath, and continues.)
Everything was starting to go in slow motion as I jumped over some rubble from a destroyed building. Clutching my M4 to my chest I dashed to the other side of the street, and slid into cover just as a Sentry Tower started to open fire on my position.

Bits and pieces of the concrete was flying everywhere as the Sentry kept on firing. But I still stayed. I had to.

Then, as if on cue an explosion silenced the bullets and i didn't waste the opportunity. Sprinting from my cover, I ran down the street. We then made our way to an intersection, and the whole time as we crossed the huge opening, I kept one eye on the rooftops, and the other on the ground ahead of us. Then a piercing pain ripped through my right shoulder while a soldier farther up to my right fell.

"SNIPER!" I heard someone yell as I staggered back to a run. Breathing heavy, I dropped down to cover, and this time I hid behind an old rusted SUV with another soldier.

(went silent for a bit. Like he was thinking.)

His name was Jack. Jack Hunt. He was from New York, and had a few people in his family die from the Cold Winter a few years earlier. He had my back more than I could count. It's just too bad that he had to die there, of all places. Sitting next to me, crouching behind an S.U.V, with a snipers bullet.

Slinging the strap of my M4 across my back, I turned and grabbed Jack's M110 sniper. I closed my eyes, I steadied my breathing and reopened them. God must have heard my prayers that day, for in the window of another SUV that was across from where I was at, I could vaguely see the reflection of the bastard in it. I slowly peeked my head over the hood of the SUV( is holding an "air" gun to his face, and slowly stoodd out of his chair.) I scanned the windows seeing nothing, then...THERE! (Pulls the trigger, and does the kickback motion.)

After I shot him, I quickly gathered what I had and ran to where the lab was, to finish our mission. We could not fail.

-Interview of a Human American Soldier,

Earth:
Occupation United States: 2025-2030,
2nd Korean War: 2018-2035