"When I wished for something interesting to happen, I didn't exactly mean that a war would break up. But that was exactly what happened. In the middle of the press conference between the 2 countries where their ministers were talking and doing the regular stuff-shaking hands, exchanging a few words, suddenly the announcement came that the press conference was called off. They ushered all journalists to get out of the hall. Along with perhaps 1000 other journalists, we had no idea what was going on."
"I was stuck outside the hall for 2 hours, waiting for some sort of news or announcement to happen, and nothing happened. I then got sick of waiting and went to find something to eat at the airport nearby. And that was a good call too. Because while having my dinner, it was only then I got a call from one of my executive friends who informed me that a war had been declared on Argaria by Fazince."
"Apparently a squadron of planes flying over the Argarian border were shot down by an Argarian squadron, causing massive outrage and a cry for war was called by the Fazin citizens. Argaria and its people were wanted. And during the 2 hour lockout diplomatic discussions were ongoing and they didn't reach an agreement, resulting in a full out war. And just in time, I was booked on a plane out of a warzone and back to homeland, Osea for a break."
"Or so I thought at the time."
"A few days after I was back in Osea, I was given a new task. To cover the war between the 2 countries. Thank god I was just assigned to cover the places that were conquered by either country, with journalist 'protection'. Yeah right, as if that would make me feel any safer. It could have been worse, so my complaints stop there."
"As I flew back to Armenia a week after war was declared, the place changed drastically. The place was taken by Fazince, with their flags in place of Argaria's. Most of the airport was left untouched though. I couldn't say the same for the city once I was outside though. Defence forces were everywhere throughout the city in preparation for a counter attack from the Argarians. Just then, as I was about to get into a cab that would take me to my hotel, a giant floating plane hovered past us."
"I pointed up to the sky and asked the cab driver, who was a Fazin what the thing was. He told me it was 'Naga', the machine which would win them the war, that was all he knew. However, he disagreed to the war being started in the first place. He kept talking about peace between the 2 countries and how he thought that it shouldn't have been broken. He was good company, I talked with him all the way to the hotel. Where I gave him extra for the company. He gladly accepted it and gave me his number, and muttered goodbye in Fazin and went off. If I ever need a taxi, I probably would call him."
"After checking in to the hotel room I found an old paper on the hallway in front of my room and picked it up. 'ARGARIAN PILOTS TERMINATED FROM AIR FORCE AFTER BLOODSHED' It was about the downing of the civilian planes a week ago. I threw it aside and lay on the bed before heading to work. I could only hope that my stay here would be as short as possible. I don't want to stay in a warzone for long, and besides that, I'll never be able to get used to the awful weather and food here anyway."
"I thought to myself as I got up and snapped some photos of the city and started to type away on my PC."