Disclaimer: I do not own anybody in this story. All Characters are my own thoughts.

Preface

All I remember is it being dark and cold. Then my eyes flashed open. I was still in my own personal hell. My leg was still bleeding from last night's raid. The war was still going on. My clock says that its 4:12 in the afternoon. Amy sure fixed me up good. Thank God she went into med school before she was recruited. She's saved our asses too many times to count. Literally. I got up to see if we had any rations left; a crate and a half. Her and I could go another month but what about everyone else in our little guerilla group. I guess you're wondering by now what the hell I'm talking about. Let me explain. The year is 2011. The place, south of Boston (or what's left of it). Why? You really want to know why a troop of 17 kids came together to form a force unit against a North Korean invasion? Hey, you asked for it.