"Man, if we get outta this thing, I want you to come to the States. I'll show you some stuff that you'll never believe."
"No way, my friend. I'm told in the States they shoot Communists in the streets."
"Hell, man. In Detroit, my hometown, they shoot EVERYBODY in the streets!"
-A Pre War movie.
War. War never changes. Only the tools changed. The ferocity, the strategies remained unchanged after millennia's. Nowhere was this more apparent than in the area of Detroit. Over two centuries before the Great War, a war was fought there between two young nations. A stalemate resulted and eventually peace flourished between these two nations. Enmity turned to amity, and predictably back to enmity. The United States annexed Canada, two and a half centuries after their first attempt. This annexation was not accomplished without reply. Units of the Canadian Forces refused to submit to the American annexation. Open insurrection ensued and blood was spilled. Nowhere was this struggle more violent than in Detroit, where the border was but an imaginary line. Much blood was spilled as neighbors, friends became deadly enemies. The Great War covered the land like a shroud and silenced reigned. For a time.
