"Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy." F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Washington, DC, USA, 2016
"Ramirez, get up!" Cprl. Dunn screamed at his fellow, Pvt. James Ramirez, who was just punched he'd to the ground by a Russian SOB. Needless to say, said Russian was now laying in a pool of his own blood. "I need a fucking medic over here, NOW!" The poor man continued to shout. "Hold on, don't die on me!"
Ramirez coughed a few times. "I'm fine, just give me a gun and I'm back in here." He pushed himself off the ground, snatching his M4 from the ground. Several rounds came from the barrel, cutting down the men who dared invade his country.
Sgt. Foley, the leader of the two and several others team, ran over to their side. "Command just said we don't have air support, we're on our own!" He yelled over the gun fire, throwing a grenade over the wall.
"Oh, fuck me!" One of the Marines they were work hang with shouted as he gunned down another Russian. The soldiers were being forced against a building wall.
Everything was going wrong. Air support was out of the question, ground forces had been pinned down for the 2 hours, and there were more bloodthirsty Russians who believed the bullshit about the airport attacks. Why were the Americans still fighting?
Why did they want to fight? Their allies had abandoned them, save for the UK. They were being overrun on the East coast by the sudden attack. There was too many men over seas, and countries there were blocking most if them from leaving. They had become a universal enemy of the world.
What did they have left to fight for? Another day filled with war? Was this how they wanted to spend every life they had? Fighting a war they'd almost certainly lose?
Hope, freedom, and tradition.
The US has always had hope to help it's people and people beyond just borders. They also wanted to allow freedom to all. And tradition. Tradition of defending ones home. During the revolution, they fought for their independence. During 1812, they defended their land. During WW2, they fought the Japanese who went against them on their own turf.
How was this any different?
Ramirez gunned down a few more soldiers from Russia, showing no mercy to anything that fired at him or his brothers in arms. Sgt. Foley then fell to the ground, bleeding from stomach wound. "Shitshitshitshitshit!" Ramirez shouted as he fell to his knees, putting some padding on the wound.
Foley coughed up some blood, firing a shot across the way, killing a single Russian. The enemy forces were thinning out now. "Ramirez, head in the game..." His voice was weak. Before anyone could do a thing, he let out his final breath. The quad was too deep.
The private pulled his combat knife from his side, cutting his CO's tags off. "What the hell are you doing?!" Dunn snapped at him. It was very strange, to say the least.
"If we're to die here, don't let the enemies have the satisfaction of knowing who the fuck they killed."
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet Mother Mary,
I'm so tired,
But I can't come home
'Til the last shots fired
-Til the last shots fired