"Finally, I'm promoted. " I said to myself while slouching down onto my coffee colored leather couch. I wiped my forehead with my hand. So many years of trying; so many hours of working hard, putting my body through strenuous exercise and risking my life.
I'm finally a command officer!
I mentally did a happy dance.
I turned on the radio, listening for any news on the war happening right outside the camps walls:
Death tolls tally to ninety-six soldiers in the past month, signs of ambush are around the camp. Medics are advised to work with the highest precautions. The enemy is very dangerous...
Enemy lines are finally catching up. Our precautions and many advanced technologies mean nothing now that they've surpassed our outer lines of defense. That frightened me. I know that my decisions make a difference now, and to make things even scarier, I know that I have to help construct a beneficial peace treaty with those monsters.
Joining the army was not a childhood-realized dream. I used to want to be a lawyer, but after the war began seven years ago, I, like many more aspiring college students reconsidered. I joined the force trying to protect my torn country, becoming an efficient archer and merciless in firearms.
Never in my twenty-three years have I ever felt so alone. I still had my sister, whose personality leaned more into the bi-polar side, and never managed to say something that wasn't impulsive or offensive. My parents were killed when the enemy raided my hometown—my sister and I were both in college at the time. I never bothered to make friends; every time I did, at least three months later, they were dead.
Even now, as the war has seemed to go on forever and ever, I'm astounded that the reason for all this mess is land.
Men and their darn land...
This is something they could have made a treaty for from the very beginning, but, instead they used a sniper to kill our president in the middle of a presidential address and kidnap his children. Both of them were held for ransom but freed two weeks later.
I was lucky enough to never have to see any of the enemies up close. They were human of course, reminded me more of the scary looking Russians depicted in the old Hollywood films more than anything. They were taller than our men, which I knew for sure, and we've never come across any women. There were plenty of men, though. It never mattered how many of them we killed, it's like they would re-spawn like a daisy in an open field.
I turned off the radio with a deep sigh. I looked over to my housemaid from back home—she and my sister were visiting until it was safe to travel again.
"What are you making for dinner, Nana?" My sister asked as she clumped down next to me on the sofa.
"Not much, spam and some yellow rice...peas..." The maid tossed the spam in a pan with butter and began to fry it.
I looked outside into the night; all stars were visible, seeming as if there was peace in the world. If only I could go outside... But we couldn't. Curfew for all visitors and soldiers not patrolling was at sunset.
