~ We Are Canadians ~

Before you read: This piece of fan fiction is a "preview" of one I hope to put up. First of all, if you've played over RA2, some (like me) have thought, "If there is a war the way it is in RA2, then where are the Canadians?" So, to summarize, this fan fiction will tell the story of a Canadian soldier against the Russians in RA2. So R&R, and I might continue it on!

(Minor Note – This preview takes place sometime around the time of Mission 12: Operation Chrono Storm)

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Am I dead?

Those thoughts echoed in my mind. All I could remember was a Telsa Trooper firing his weapon, and then a bullet managed to cause it to explode. From there, I blacked out. I opened my eyes, and took looked around. To my side was my rifle, beaten and scarred from the rough conditions we used it in. I looked up. All I could see was the sky, which seemed to be poisoned by the grey smoke from burning vehicles. The ground was cold, littered with bodies of both Allied and Soviet men and women.

Strange it seemed, as there was just silence. More than just silence; Peace. For once, peace between the endless slaughter of human lives, peace between the superpowers of the world. Peace for all our fallen comrades. But most of all, peace, for me. My limbs were screaming with pain. Every muscle I moved, the pain increased. I could just tip my head now, only to see my bleeding torso. Seeing my own blood, and my wounds reminded me of a last talk I had with a dieing soldier. He was young, and he had a successful life back home. He said he wasn't scared to die. He said he was proud, to serve his country, proud to preserve freewill, peace, and freedom. That young man died later on. I guess, that now it is my turn.

However, the strange thing is, all my memories seemed to play back like a video tape. It starts back at home, in the ever peaceful Toronto. The end was obvious; here on the battlefield. As I lay on the cold mud, far from home, my mind rewinds, and I review over my life. I review over those events that made me the way I am. I review those events that changed my life.

I am a soldier. I have fought the Soviets on the battlefield, in any condition, against all odds. I like all the others have one job. It is to serve. We serve the Allies. We serve freedom. We serve our country. More than that, we serve Canada. I am a soldier. A Canadian soldier. I am from Canada, and I was born in Canada. This is my story.........

-Sorry about the odd ending, but this is my preview. I apologize if it is too short, or isn't descriptive enough, but this is it. If you like it, I will continue it on. So please R&R!