A few days after I wrote back to Turkey he sent me another letter, this one with a proposal:
A.F.J.,
Since you have decided to take the war path I have a proposal for you. For years countries have fought on battle fields with swords and guns. I ask that we have one battle, and one battle only. I request that we fight not with bombs, but with guns and bayonets like the olden days.
You fight this battle with your allies and I fight with mine. This one battle will determine the winner of the war. If you accept we will use the land of Iran as our battle grounds. I will warn you that most of the Middle Eastern countries are on my side and we are strong. Write back with your answer to this simple request.
-Turkey
The way he wrote the letter made it sound like he really wanted me to accept. I wondered what tricks he had up his sleeve. I wrote a letter back.
Turkey,
I accept to your battle request. I will, however, require you to swear an oath on the Code of Basic World Country Loyalty that you will not use any tricks or ambush my allies and I. This is my only request.
-America
The Code of Basic World Country Loyalty was a Code set up by NATO quite a few years ago. It required any country that swore on it to keep a promise to be fair in war. It was hardly used these days but in a circumstance like this I felt like it was required.
He wrote back to me in a letter that stated that he'd sworn under the Code and specified when this great war-battle was slated to take place. I told my allies about the agreement and we prepared for battle. As this battle drew nearer I began having more frequent nightmares, the worst displaying Canada's death.
I started keeping a handgun in the droor of my dresser just in case. I wasn't exactly sure of what I was afraid of but I kept the gun all the same. The day of the battle grew nearer and I became more and more afraid of the concept of the loss of life. I wasn't afraid of losing my own life, the thing I was afraid of more than anything was my twin brother dying.