This is it, this is the day we've all been waiting for. The assault on District 8, I go over our assault plan in my head. The force I'm stationed in, as well as two other forces, are to attack from three directions. We are to secure the essential locations while hovercrafts provide covering fire and strategic support. In total, we number in the thousands. Our guns are loaded, our knives are sharpened, and our hearts are void of fear. Beyond this clearing is the enemy.

We attack with full force, charging through holes blown into the fencing with rocket launchers. Though the rebel guards fight back with their own machine guns, we make quick work of them, cutting all down with the same mercy they showed us. The armored battle vehicles, or ABVs for short, drives down the streets, as those inside either gun down Rebs, or exit and fight on foot. After I leave my ABV, I use my machine gun to guard an alley from which forty Rebs are trying to surprise attack the ABV from behind. They fall at my feet, their weapons dropping from their hands. From the rooftops, Rebs who attempt to counter-attack are gunned down by hovercrafts. We have to fight the Rebs street by street, building by building, room by room. As I and eight other peacekeepers march down the street, Rebs jump out and attack out of every corner. One charges out from behind a dumpster, clad in a vest of grenades.

He shouts "Long live the Mockingjay!" Before pulling the vests explosion kills twelve nearby peacekeepers.

Three Rebs pop out from the windows of a tenant and open fire, felling a peacekeeper behind me. After taking cover within the door sill of the tenant building, I kick down the door. I go room to room, opening fire on every Rebel sniper in site. Some, turn around to a shower of bullets, some collapse and fall out the window. Once this building is secure, I go down to join the third unit of peacekeepers, for the first one already moved on. Fighting and death surround. Down an alley I can see the back of a peacekeeper engaged in a battle while brandishing a flamethrower. Before anyone can react, a rebel charges out from the shadows of the alley and stabs the peacekeepers fuel tank, the resulting explosion killed them both and made the alley an impassible inferno.

We fight hard, working hours for every inch. The Rebs have made a blockade of overturned cars, which they fire from. In order to get through, we have to wait for the flamethrowers. We shoot back for for a long time, but there are too many. The flamethrower peacekeepers arrive, and burn the blockade into a molted mess of metal and blood as Rebs are roasted alive within. Once that's takes care of, we hurl grenades to the other side for good measures, and proceed to go around it via one of the side alleys. Rebs push over piles of bricks or collected rubble, we sprint through to the other side, only a few of us make it.

Behind us we hear explosions upon the rooftops, apparently air support noticed them too. With my sword, I slice and dice the two Rebs waiting on the other side. I stealth my sword and we continue moving. Before us is the back of the justice building, around which Rebs fight off peacekeepers and district 13 hovercrafts dogfight with peacekeeper hovercrafts. I look to the two other peacekeepers who made it out with me, they came to the same conclusion I did. We must have sneaked past the traitors, and got behind their position.

"Let's give the traitors a nasty surprise!"

The other two nod agreements. We sleuth up to the Rebs who guard the back Of the justice building. Once we're close, we open fire. The look of surprise on the rebels faces quickly changes to a look of horror as the bullets pierce their bodies. We smash down the back door and charge in. Rebs swarm around us, but our bullets kill most of them and force others to flee. We don't spare those who flee because they'll alert the others. After securing the back hall, we enter the goodbye room for female tributes and find two dead peacekeepers on the floor, five lined up against the wall blindfolded, and a district 13 soldier holding a gun to one of them. I grip his shoulders from behind and throw him to the ground. I then kick away his pistol and finish him off with a machine gun blast to the face. The other two untie the captive peacekeepers and we hand them our pistols and the pistol of the dead rebel. We continually gun down Rebs in each room of this labyrinth, giving a shotgun to the fifth freed peacekeeper and taking the banner of Panem from the mayors office. Finally, we climb the stairwell, Rebs chasing close behind because somehow the alarm was signaled. We reach the top tower, and roll a grenade down the stairwell, slaying some of the rebels who peruse us. After reaching the flagpole. While one of the others holds down the door, and three others use the sniper rifles from the Rebs we killed, I pull down the Mockingjay flag and raise the banner of Panem. The peacekeepers on the ground see this, and fight with renewed vigor. Soon a hovercraft pulls up next to the tower, the door opens. Inside a peacekeeper waves for us to come in. I enter with four others, while three stay behind to be sure the Rebs don't take the tower back.

While the hovercraft flies over the battlefield, the co pilot is stupefied.

"How in all the hellfires did you pull that off? I've never seen anything so foolhardy!"

He lands long enough for us to regroup with the peacekeepers on the ground. We move into position, firing at the rebel line of defense. My stunt must have disheartened them, because after an hour of fighting they surrender. We let some of the peacekeepers hold the prisoners at gunpoint, while the rest of us head over to the peacekeepers base. The traitors don't hold up long, as not only do we know every shape of the bases design, but word of the justice buildings recapture must have gotten to them. We clear out hallways, killing anyone and everyone in sight. By the days end, the peacekeepers base was recaptured.

We fight our way through the district, moving down Rebs constantly. A group of us attack the granary, securing it by killing all rebels inside. However, the rebels doused the whole building with fuel, we fell into a trap. A fire in one corner rushes across the whole building, engulfing it in flames. As it rages, smoke and falling debris falls around us, we rush across the building to the south exit. As we dodge rubble, fire, and collapsing debris, we eventually make it to the exit. The door is locked! How are we going to escape. On the other side, I hear taunting. "Hahaha, Your gonna get it now." I hear taunting in a different voice as well. "What's wrong peacekeeper, don't like a little heat?" Is this it, am I going to be tortured to death? Like Cato? No. This time, a Hardley is going to survive. After ramming myself against the door repeatedly, I try shooting the bolts that hold it. The door gives way, collapsing outward, crushing a rebel beneath it. I shoot down the Rebs who waited to ambush survivors, and twenty eight peacekeepers rush out of the inferno. Of the one hundred and fifty peacekeepers who went in to secure the titanic storehouse of an entire districts food supply, only twenty eight escaped.

It's nearly been two days of fighting, two days of dying, two days of killing. Then it ended. As I stand in position in the district square, surrounded by maybe a thousand of my comrades, the new head peacekeeper, Hayes Johnson, gives an announcement.

"Soldiers, today you have done your duty in the rank and file, and made your nation proud. Your efforts paid off, the rebellion of district 8 has been crushed. The last Rebs waved the flag of surrender." As he left, cheering erupted from the ranks, district 8 had been recaptured.