Three days into my second year of training. That was when it happened. Ripping us away from our duties and using us to fight. I never expected it to happen. I never expected the war. No one did. It was more of a joke then, nations taunting other nations, threats to invade, threats to bomb, threats to destroy. Worthless words finally triggered into a full blown world war. The war that was once trending on every search engine on the not so distant internet. The third world war. The war everyone talked about, but never actually believed would happen. The war that brought the most destruction and ended in the most perfect way. They used the air crafts to disperse the substance that made everyone forget the world before, not including family, friends, age, birthdays, but instead replacing their memories with memories of perfection, love, truth, faithfulness, and joy. The perfect life. The life I wished I lived. A life outside of this cell where I didn't remember the war, where I didn't remember the slaughter, where I didn't remember the killing of world leaders and the invasion of their countries. Me and my fellow soldiers marching across border lines, bombing government building, claiming the country property of the United States, listening to radio reports saying Russia claimed Mongolia, China claimed Korea, England claimed Spain. These countries, the superpowers around the world became the only nations. With their new property came the new names. Washington, London, Moscow, and Beijing. They took control of every surrounding nation. None remained independent. The twenty-million people that survived the war were split into each of the four countries. Five-million in each country that remained. Most that survived were soldiers. Most don't even know they were soldiers, if not all. I longed for nothing more than to be one of them. I would do anything to be one of them. I would do anything to escape this cell. To escape the soldiers who took turns guarding this cell. To escape the memory of the war. To escape my self and be one of the soldiers who now live a perfect life. To escape knowing how corrupt the leaders of the four remaining countries are. To escape knowing the real reason they tried to take over all the countries. Why me? Why am I the one who knows? Why?
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The Same As I Was
ActionBefore the Merge, Cosette lived a normal life. She was another girl, right out of preparatory beginning her life in the Military as a surgeon. She knew the rumors of wars, famine, disease, and social unrest, but they had been around too long to ev...
