This first chapter was written by me and edited by flowerpuzzle938. It started off in a different way but didn't feel like a real story so I had to start over with a new story. This story takes place in a third war after the second world war where all the characters are against each other and doesn't make sense like carrot cake. This is a short story and is about a battle that didn't really happen. You might hate it but I had fun writing it.

( Brratt POV)

This is a journal. Every word you're reading was written by me, Brratt Lucar, an American soldier in the army. This journal was supposed to talk about the war and how you can join and it would tell you all the excruciating pain I've been through. I sent this journal to my wife back in New York City. I don't want to say I survived because after what happened to me I'd rather be dead.

This is my story. My story of my father who died of cancer seventeen years after the first war and my mother who got into big gambling debts and had her face bashed in by a hammer. Whether my parents died peacefully or not makes no difference. In my bones all I feel is the anger for the people who couldn't help them: the doctors and the police.

I wanted to help people. Before I turned eighteen I tried to be good and help people as much as I can. I started by fighting bullies and telling them to stay away from the weaker kids. I was weak. I was weak because I never stood a chance against those bullies and was always humiliated in the worst possible ways; bleeding and crying. I wanted to save good people from condescending people. In a way I am doing that against Germany and Japan. This may sound a little weird but Germany is being run by a leader named Germany. He beat the other candidate by a landslide. Just like Germany our leaders are named after their countries. Germany, America, England, Japan, and France...we're all at war.

Nobody knows why we let these people with weird names to become our leaders, but I do know that they are good leaders except maybe Germany and Japan. I'm in this war because I know this is what my father and mother would have wanted me to do it. When I met America he had glasses and blonde-hair. His jacket was brown, had a fur sash on his shoulders, a white shirt under the jacket and black gloves. Why was he even wearing gloves? It's so hot in America. The stunning part about him was his blue irises and black pupils.

The war has changed people a lot. Before I joined the war I was just a foolish young boy who thought all my problems could be solved by following in love. I was married before I joined this war. My bags were full when I said good-bye. I said I would return when the war was over. I went to the War Meeting Place to sign up for the army, and it was awkward. They made me strip n*** to see if I was a candidate for the war. Guess what, I was.

I remember the last battle. I was in the trenches. It wasn't like those trenches in World War 1 and 2. It was like a castle. A small derelict castle with broken walls and a tower the commander, the people with names that were based on countries, watched us give our lives for a war with no just cause.

Will the winning country, if not us, keep us as slaves or wipeout every last one of us like an animal to extinction before they finally proclaimed victory? There was me and many others. Out of all of them my only friend was a boy named Lewis. I never asked him what his last name was. We've known each other since training and we have hardly said anything to each other. Our first conversation was silent and we didn't even look at each other.

" Bratt."

" Yes."

" Nothing. I thought we were starting. I was wrong. I just...I really just...I miss being home."

When I first met Lewis I was a little nervous to be around him. He doesn't sleep. In our itchy beds and every night he just stays awake like tomorrow was going to be his last day alive. When training he thought the leader's would shot him for being useless. The leader's were strange and ruthless. They treat everyone, even their own soldiers, as units for their stupid plans to fight the other countries.

I heard the British once lost a war against tribesmen who had nothing but spears and shields. I don't remember what the war was called but I remember the British used rifles that fire one bullet then need to be reloaded. I also heard about a plan to beat the Nazi's earlier back in World War 2. They tried flying down from planes to kill the Nazi's. But the Nazi's were waiting for them and killed most of the ten thousand men that came down in parachutes. I don't remember how many died, but I know one of them survived to tell the story of America's biggest mistake.

I remember the chills that crept down my spine. I remember the worry I felt for me and Lewis when the sound of gunfire was heard in the air. We charged out of the trenches to take down the enemy soldiers. In the first half second turret guns killed fifteen of my friends. It seemed like life could end so quickly. All my bones wanted to turn back, and yet I ran for the fort.

What I did in that fort was something I never want to be asked...why?