Camp Blitzkrieg

Calling for Help

I was hanging out watching some college football with my mother and her boyfriend. Right when Notre Dame was going in for another touchdown breaking news cut in and ruined the game.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me!" Steve yelled at the screen.

Just as we let out our frustrated groans the news reporter spoke reading off a piece of paper. As we listened he started off saying the letter was from President Obama himself.

"As of now the oldest child of the family, male or female around the United States has to enlist and serve in a special program called Camp Blitzkrieg. This camp is to train the children faster as well prepare them for war. We are losing too many troops in the war against Isis and are counting on the help of the brave children. Each state has a destination for the children to report to in the morning. The destination will be texted to their phone right after this important message. Any fail to show will be charged with treason and sentenced to jail or juve under the circumstances of the age, thank you for your understanding and god bless" The news reporter finished before the television returned to the game.

I looked over at my mother who had tears in her eyes. I was about to speak when I saw the text message. I looked it over and growled at the destination.

"They are picking us up in Placentia" I spoke.

"Isn't that where.." My mother started.

"Yes, and he is the oldest so I'll be seeing him again" I groaned and paced the living room.

"Well when do you have to be there?" Steve asked.

"10 am" I spoke.

"We are going to call everyone over tonight" My mother responded as tears fell down her cheeks.

I nodded my head in silence and kept repeating the news reporter's words in my head. I let my mind wonder and started to talk to myself. I couldn't believe there weren't enough men and women to serve. How could they take the children and expect us to fight, I mean lot's of kids now are against war. This isn't going to end well.

~9:45 a.m~

We loaded the last of my packed things into the car and headed towards Placentia as well as my future. The drive was a 30 minutes drive so I had time to sit and think. My mind of course wandered back to sophomore year, where I did a huge report on a war book. As my primary source I used my grandfather since military was branded into his bone. He served in the Army for 6 years and Air Force for 19 years. I remember getting closer to him as we talked about the hardships of war and the effects it has on your life. I remember feeling so badly for what he had to deal with and now I'm starring at the same destination in the face. The music didn't help much at all, I continued to think of two things. PTSD and death, the two side effects to going into the military and now it was in God's hands to choose what path to go down. That scared me to death because I didn't want either but I know I have to face both. We finally arrived in Placentia and I started to unpack the car with my things. I followed the instructions given to me by a captain and placed my belongings in the bottom of a bus. I decided to look around since I have 15 minutes before we leave to the airport. As I wandered around my eyes caught long black hair with ombre tips with the height of 5'2. Next to her was another girl who was an inch taller with shorter black hair. I knew exactly who they worry and my heart started to pound quicker.

"Oh no" I sighed to myself as I walked to the two bodies.

I tapped the girl who stood 5'2 in which she turned and looked at me. When she looked at me the girl standing to her left turned as well.

"Hey girlies" I said softly.

"Hey Gab" Carter spoke fear evident in her voice.

"Hey Gabriela" Scarlet responded with a worried tone.