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I remember the televisions' blaring static. I kept it on in hope that someone would get through it. When they did, fear ensued. Meteors, bright lights in the sky with an orange glow from the fire of entering our atmosphere, were falling out of the sky in Germany. Something crawled out and began attacking. I remember constantly checking the news for more info about the attacks in Europe. Checking them for five years. Five years of spreading death. Millions dead. These creatures advanced across countries. Nothing can stop them. They mimic and anticipate our actions. Government officials have made it out of Europe at least. Politics can still reign unaffected.

I remember the day Dawn left to help with the cause against the enemy. They needed a medic and someone with her doctorate in biology and physics. She was their gal. My only family left was now part of the war effort. Last I heard of her was when she was at Whitehall in London helping the general.

I remember seeing General Griselda King appear on the news. Her words haunted the world.

"If we do not defeat them in France... we'll be fighting them in London then New York, then Tokyo. All of humanity's at stake."

With no way to fight against these things and that uplifting speech, everyone felt doomed. How were we supposed to fight back? Then, it happened. It blew up all over the news.

"After five years we finally have a victory."

"These pictures are just in from Verdun."

"One of the striking things was how low casualties were and how little damage."

"We have a stunning victory today."

Someone managed to answer the question all of us have been asking. And this is where I came in. Countless interviews and appearances helped to not only spread the word about the success of Verdun, but the suit created to help it along and recruit more people to join the fight that now can be won. I remember my words on each of those interviews.

"This is an alien invasion in a global war. With the new jacket technology and limited training, we've been able to create super-soldiers. Look at Bog King, the Goblin of Verdun."

The Goblin of Verdun. The new hope for the war. He killed hundreds of mimics on his first day of combat. With him and the Exosuit tech, we can change the tide of war. I remember telling the television viewers to imagine an army of Bog Kings. His image, battle worn and rough, was everywhere. At first, they were wary of the war hero. Those hardened eyes stuck fear into most. That pointed face glaring at the camera didn't help. Then, the people warmed up to him because of the praise I gave while recruiting the world.

Still, people are concerned. They question whether being able to hold the aliens off will last or not. Concern soon leads to dangerous talk. Suspicions about this invasion arose. All the while, many nations joined together, creating the United Defense Force. A combined effort in hope to keep pushing back the aliens with the new tech no hopefully defeat them in the end. Unlike the general a few months ago, I gave hope with my words.

"Operation Downfall is going to be the largest mechanized invasion in history. We will be victorious. We fight. That's what we do."

I remember getting a summons from the general in London.