Resistance “Nisi Dominus custodierit domum, in vanum vigilant qui custodiunt eam.”- Les Miserables, Victor Hugo Chapter One: Second Coming As of the year 2087 the United States of America as an entity ceased to exist. They hit hard; they hit fast. The East Coast and California were gone within hours. We had lost the Pentagon, they assasinated statesmen and massacared troops in their beds. It was like they had ripped the nervous system from the United States Military, like the spider taken from the web. There were attempts to fight back, but we just ended up bombing our own men; as the gray plague crept quickly up the Rockies and the Appalacians, then flooded cross the fertile plain. The monsterous horred rampaged, hungry for land and American blood. They came from the sea, and called themselves Atlantians. We called them less flattering words. What happened next not many are sure of, but one fact is certain… they launched the nukes, to stop us from doing it ourselves. The rockets salvoed into the night sky; stars shooting in the wrong direction, then, boom. They detonated in a fireball not seen since the son of Helios drove the God’s Chariot. The skies lightened and burned. The Second Coming as it was called burned the ground and blinded that unfortunate enough to look straight at it. The explosion occurred right outside the atmosphere inorder to presevre the Atlantians newly conquered land. Now, we struck back, hitting the flank on the left in the open plains. This was the last great land battle the world was to witness. Their army was cold, gray and ours tan, crazed. We had boys of age less than 13, but we always remember them as men. The defending force was armed with whatever was at hand when first mustered. This was completed with only 20 trained regiments; 2 tank, 8 retang, 1 artillery, 2 paratrooper, 7 resevres. They made up less than a fourth of our force. This was a true patriot army fighting for blood and country. The odds were 3 to 1 in the enemy’s favor. They had air, artillery, armor, troops, and supplies. We had a divine oblogation to resist. The 5th battlion, Retang, of Colonel Marshall Strand hit first to the north, at the Wisconson south border. Those gallant knights were desamated; Wisconson lost. The sacrafice was not in vain, it gave the 9th Regiment Army artillery time to take position. The regiment unleased a barrage on the opposing force where it stood picking off what remained of Strand’s men. It was effective, the beast lifted its head from the carcase of the retang battlion, and turned to face the artillery on Red Mountain. We were ready. They charged us head on. The remanents of the 2nd Army supported by citizen soldiers held the line. The 4th Batar of Atlantus was trapped and began to fail as we tore it apart, like a rabid animal blood and foam fresh on its lips. Even as we crush their bones, the bastards laugh and thought us fools. Surely, the 7 other Batar within striking distance would come and put an end to the “American Nusance”, they couldn’t have been more wrong. F Company demolitions and G Company Special Operations showed the power of will as they blew raillines, bridges, planting mines on roads, and ambushing scout parties. They kept the “superior” force pinned as the 4th Batar was crushed. By the time they finally reached Red Mountain we had melted into the forest. All they found was striped equipment and broken bodies. And so we toiled on falling slowly back leaving nothing, but frozen breath in the wind.