My name is Lawrence Smith, I am a Captain in the Enclave and a survivor of the disaster that was the Capital Wasteland. I have short dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and I wear an officer's uniform. Armed with nothing but a Plasma Rifle, I have been moving south just trying to get as far away from the Brotherhood as possible. I didn't agree with all of my orders, however I made due with what I had as like my parents who were from Navarro out in California, I was just trying to help rebuild America. However time after time leadership makes dumb calls that causes different groups to unite against us.
I'm not sure how far I have traveled at this point, however I tune in on the radio to a new frequency somewhere around Georgia. Not exactly sure were I was could only guess based off of road signs and the weather.
"We will Make America Strong Again, we will Make America United Again, we will Make America Great Again!" A unknown strong male voice shouts.
"Hail Columbia, happy land! Hail, ye heroes, heav'n-born band, Who fought and bled in freedom's cause, Who fought and bled in freedom's cause, And when the storm of war was gone Enjoy'd the peace your valor won. Let independence be our boast, Ever mindful what it cost; Ever grateful for the prize, Let its altar reach the skies." Singing starts.
"Firm, united let us be, Rallying round our liberty, As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find. Immortal patriots, rise once more, Defend your rights, defend your shore! Let no rude foe, with impious hand, Let no rude foe, with impious hand, Invade the shrine where sacred lies Of toil and blood, the well-earned prize, While off'ring peace, sincere and just, In Heaven's we place a manly trust, That truth and justice will prevail, And every scheme of bondage fail."
"Firm, united let us be, Rallying round our liberty, As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find. Behold the chief who now commands, Once more to serve his country stands. The rock on which the storm will break, The rock on which the storm will break, But armed in virtue, firm, and true, His hopes are fixed on Heav'n and you. When hope was sinking in dismay, When glooms obscured Columbia's day, His steady mind, from changes free, Resolved on death or liberty."
"Firm, united let us be, Rallying round our liberty, As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find. Sound, sound the trump of fame, Let Washington's great name Ring through the world with loud applause, Ring through the world with loud applause, Let ev'ry clime to freedom dear, Listen with a joyful ear, With equal skill, with God-like pow'r He governs in the fearful hour Of horrid war, or guides with ease The happier time of honest peace."
"Firm, united let us be, Rallying round our liberty, As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find."
"Hello America, I your President, Donald J Trump, am here to speak to you. Now some of you may wonder how I am even still alive after 200+ years. Well some how I became a Ghoul, but this wont stop me from trying to Make America Great Again. I lead a group down here in Florida known as the Enclave, good people, great people, just doing their best to Make America Great Again. Recruitment is always open as only you can help Make America Great Again!"
Despite being a Ghoul, if this man was truly a pre-war president, doctrine dictated that I must fall in under his command. Also if they are recruiting from the local population then they must be doing a lot better than the group I was apart of. After another day of travel I reached Savanna and picked up another frequency, it was a destress beacon of some sort. Standard Enclave broadband so I quickly ran to it.