2011
I was 15 years old when America went to War with Russia. Since the Cold War, Russia has been recuperating. Russia grew bigger and better than what she was before. Over the long years Russia’s nuclear arsenal grew bigger and still remained the world’s largest. They built nuclear submarines, bombers and missiles. It all started with a political dispute over nuclear weapons. Then the U.S. Department of Defense fired a surface to air missile as a trial run in case Russia decided to attack America. Russia thought this missile was meant for them. In retaliation, Russia fired three missiles. Their target was Washington D.C. Prior to when the missiles were fired the president was evacuated to a safe underground bunker. Those three missiles were shot down over the Atlantic Ocean. Before America could take any action Russia commenced their invasion. Once again, Russia placed missiles in Cuba.
On that dreadful day Russia fired over 1,000 missiles at major cities and government controlled facilities, such as military and Air force bases, in the south. After the bombardment the fleshy rain of 1.3 million Russian soldiers parachuted on to American soil. Some say the government knew of Russia’s movement in Cuba and others don’t. I personally think they did know about it. “How can 1.3 million Russian troops on board immense battleships and aircraft slip under military radar?” is what I ask people. The massive invasion took control over the southeastern part of the U.S. The frontlines, which separate America from the now enemy controlled territory, tore apart seven states from the United States. Florida, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Arkansas, South Carolina, and the southern half of Tennessee and the west side of North Carolina were under Russian control. I remember it was the most terrifying time of my life.
July 10, 2011 Chattanooga, Tennessee
My friends and I got together on this warm summer day to play a little baseball. We always play on the open field down the block from John’s house. The field was dry as a bone, since we hadn’t had rain in two weeks. Almost every day after school the three of us would come down here and hit the ball around. Unfortunately this would be the last day I would see my friends.
John stepped up to the plate, raised his left hand to his head and with two fingers he forced his long blonde hair to hook over his ear. He swung a few practiced swings before he gave Jerry, who was pitching, the go ahead signal. “Swing batter batter swing!” I barked. Jerry threw a curve ball. John swung. He missed it. The baseball skipped across the field until rolling to a stop near the forest edge. I ran after the ball and retrieved it. When I bent over to grab the ball I could hear a faint deep sound. It sounded like an explosion of some kind. “What was that?” John asked.
“Who cares, lets just play," I commanded.
As I started walking back to the plate and John threw the bat to me. I caught it with my free hand. “Better luck next time John,” I proclaimed with a grin on my face. I looked at Jerry, who snuck in a quick chuckle and tossed the ball to him. “You won’t be laughing when I become the best professional baseball player to ever walk the earth!” John yelled. I could sense the anger in his voice. John had always had a problem with his temper. He had gotten in so many fights at Red Bank High School, regardless of their age and size. Though he stood only five feet, six inches, he rarely backed down. He had been suspended a couple of times, but never expelled. Jerry dug his foot into the grass. I situated the bat above my right shoulder and nodded to Jerry. His red hair was flourishing from the mid day sunlight. Jerry was the complete opposite of John. He was sort of shy, like me; but never got into any fights. Everyone knew he was friends with John.
I took a deep breath. Jerry’s arm cocked back and released a fast ball. I swung. I felt the vibration of the ball slamming into the bat. The ball flew high in the air. “Homerun!” I yelped. As the ball reached its pinnacle I noticed dark figures in the sky. Not just one but hundreds. They were not birds, but parachutes. The three of us stared in trepidation as the parachutes came closer to the earth. Two of the parachutes landed in the same field as us. Still the dark figures remained indefinite. The sun rested in the sky above the unknown figures blinding me. I raised my hand to block the sun. I could see that the men held something in their hands. A second later I apprehended what the men had. Guns. One of the men knelt down and raised his rifle. The three of us were shocked. An earsplitting thud spoiled the tranquility of the field. I hit the ground. I glanced up to where Jerry was standing. He was still standing there clutching his stomach. Jerry dropped down to his knees. Blood trickled out of this mouth. “Jerry!” I shouted. I stared at Jerry until he face planted into the dirt. I was horror-struck. I knew if John and I stayed here any longer we would meet the same fate as Jerry. I got up and ran over to John.
The two gun slinging men were focusing on getting loose from their parachutes. “John get up! We got to get out of here.” I clutched John’s arm to haul him up off the ground. John and I ran as fast as we could.
As we ran more and more of these soldiers landed. More than a hundred planes littered the sky with metal and flesh. More gunfire rang out throughout the town. I could hear the crying, shrieking, and screaming of men, women, and children being murdered. Smoke billowed over the town. I was more frightened than sad at the moment. As John and I were running through the residential neighborhood we made sure we didn’t run into these soldiers.
As we passed another street a red truck sped down the street towards us. People on foot trailed behind the truck. They were running for safety. “Get down!” I shouted. I put my hand on John’s back, shoved him in behind a parked car and dove to the ground next to him. The car sped by us and a flurry of air enveloped my body. People passed us by, crying. I stood up and looked down the road to see what the crowd was running from. A cluster of these soldiers were moving from house to house forcing people to leave their homes and killing people who got in their way.
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