Intro's are always the hardest
We thought the mission was winding down. We thought we had taught our enemies a lesson in blood, ideals, and patience. We thought most of us could go home. We were tired. We were determined. We were proud. We thought we had won.
We didn't hear the warnings. We didn't feel the pressure. We didn't want to believe what we were seeing. We didn't think they would be that stupid.
We were wrong.
They started it on the internet...out of China. Government computers crashed, financial networks in disarray, you get the picture. Then they made us pay for it on the ground. Iran struck first, before we could react. China struck next, pressuring their neighbors into submission. It was a real cluster fuck.
Three years later, we were finishing the fight. The world had never seen blood spilled like this. We had to retake the Middle East, and most of the Pacific. Coalitions rose up against the tyranny: Middle Eastern states bound together, Free Asian states uniting…and we, we happy few.
We earned decisive victories in Fallujah, Wake Island, Hong Kong, and Damascus bringing the war to its final leg. Although most of the joint forces in the Battles of Wake Island, Hong Kong, and Damascus suffered moderate to light casualties, the Battle of Fallujah had the heaviest losses in the entire war itself. We lost many brothers and sisters inside the city fighting for every street and building.
It was in Fallujah that it happened. Two entire battalions of US Soldiers, Marines, and Airmen lost on the outskirts due to unknown causes. That group and whatever was left in their opposing forces were never heard from again until over five centuries later.
We found ourselves unchanged…except for the time. Five hundred years…same faces, same equipment, same confusion. But a totally different world. Hell if any of us could figure it out. This is our story.