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I sat in the dark and cramped quarters in thought. I thought back to when America had dominance and everyone lived happily. I thought back to when it all fell apart. I watched as America sparked into a civil war for a short time until the military ended it. I watched as it spread into Mexico as a revolution began there and we got involved and deployed forces into the nation. Watched as England went though theirs under the leadership of a masked vigilante. And I watched as our war in Iraq grew and grew and soon brought upon our own destruction as the nations of middle world embargoed the United States in fear of it, cutting off oil and natural gas resources drastically and sending the nation into fear and strict rule.

I remember watching as President Sinta consulted the nation about the situation and about how our allies where falling apart and we where alone. I can remember every word as though it was scanned into my head and saved inside like a hard drive, saving every thing down to the last code, or word and tone of it.

"America is alone... Are allies have fallen and they plan to make us next." I remember president Sinta saying on the television.
I can remember hovering over the edge of my seat thinking I was still sitting in it as I leaned in closer to listen and watch, just like the rest of America was.

"Our fall was within Iraq and trying to rebuild it, strengthening a nation with known terrorist organizations within it, giving the nation increasing strength to wage war in hopes they would use it to defend themselves. It was then we found ourselves unable to leave or control the nation, and it grew... Now, terrorists and mercenaries control the nation and the boarding nations as well and with power and support. It is us they want they want gone, and it is us that must secure these resources out of the hands of terrorist and MEC hands... Currently, divisions of our military are position along the borders of several of the embargoing nations. These forces are ready to move in and occupy nations such as Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, and other things as well, our main target being the nation of Kazakhstan in which a large number of terrorists and MEC's control and on my order, will move in... America will never forget this day, today, August seven-tenth, two thousand and thirteen. It is now that we strike and it is now that we take control. And to the innocent civilians under the control of these terrorists and mercenaries in the nation of Kazakhstan, the United States greatly, appreciates your sacrifice."

I can remember the fear that swept though my entire body, leaving me breathless as he annouced that American forces where currently invading several nations in the middle east, killing and tearing apart anything to get to the resources. I remember almost crying as depression hit me, leaving me near breathless as my hovering over the edge of the chair left me dropping to my knees in front of the screen as it shot to static. The fear, doubt, confusion... Even now, December of two thousand and thirteen as I sit in the Black Hawk looking at my M4A1 resting between my legs I can remember the feelings as though they where still going though me. They may still be, never having rested and numbed during the times when I managed to not to think of the situation.

I pulled my gun up and looked over it. Bullets, that's how America now paid nations for their resources.
I loaded my gun and turned the safety off. I felt the Black Hawk come to a stop in the air and sit there, hovering. I attached a modified scope to my gun and looked at the others.
Jones, Wright, Chisim, Cartland, Night, Armstrong, Thompson, all sat there doing their final gear up.
I looked directly beside me. Jimmy Smith. Twenty six years old, single, and was drafted into the Army Airborne. Likes the aspects of war actually and hates being out-smarted. A very thin beard grew in down around his neck under his chin and definitely bushed up along his cheeks some, almost like someone from the seventeen hundreds. His bond hair dissapeared as a helmet covered it, followed by the confused, scared, hazel eyes as I lowered my arm from the helmet and back down by my gun in which I looked away from the small mirror and stood up.

A green light shot on just above the left side door. I took a step forward and slid it open. Cold air rushed in and down my uniform, snow started to blow into the heli among us as the others stood up and crowded in behind me.
I watched as the two Super Cobras that had escorted us pulled away and broke formation so we could proceed. I looked over at the pilot. He peaked back behind his seat at us and gave a thumbs up.

I looked down at the city that rested on the ground thousands of feet below me. Almaty, Kazakhstan is what rested below me. Flashes of white light from artillary shelling where the only things that lit the city up to reveal the smoke, fire, and plain destruction that could be seen in some parts as the light relected off the snow and reflected all throughout the city.

Air began to thunder past my ears in my helmet as I fell stomach first after leaning out with my arms open, the others behind me, fanning themselves out into formation.
Everything I had done, wished I done, regretted in ways, ran though my head as I descended. I knew this was it, that it could all end here. I thought everything over. I thought over why I was here, what I was thinking.

Codename The Black Gold was why I was here. One of the three refineries of the nation that is located at the Caspian shore which contains three point five billion tons of oil and two point five trillion meters of natural gas under the water. No, that's why our division was here, for The Black Gold. I was here to do one thing only and the only way I could do it with the situation. I was here to survive.