Sometimes my mind wanders off to a time before all "this" happened, a time where every morning as you woke up you could hear the songs of the morning birds, smell the scent of roses and feel the cool morning breeze blowing at your face. Now all that remains are burnt trees and ashes of the beautiful creatures that once filled our planet with colour and even though it was always dark they somehow managed to light up our world.
I met a family from Northern China, they were among the many refugees who had escaped from the attacking drone armies of the RLA. They were three, a daughter, a father and a mother. My unit was tasked with escort duty and as I spoke to the father he looked at me and I saw his eyes were dead as the middle of the night. He said to me as we began talking to each other, "The armies of the RLA burned down our town and killed my brother... I was so blinded by anger I picked up a steel rod and tried to charge at the soldiers and their machines of death. But if my daughter hadn't held my hand I would have given away our hiding spot. In a sense, I guess you need a family to keep you sane and alive in these dark days".
It began to rain as we approached a forest, our commanding officer ordered us to sweep the forest for mines and traps. But we found something else. Something that only a demon would find pleasing. Bodies burnt to a crisp and mutilated beyond recognition. But something was wrong. These men weren't fighting each other.
Among the bodies were our own soldiers and those of our enemies all killed by the same creature that I had encountered in Japan from the Osaka meteorite crater. But this time it was fifty of them based on the footage we were able to recover from a damaged RLA aerial drone. We collected their dog tags, paid our respects and headed back to the convoy.
After about half an hour of walking we finally reached them, but only to find that they had been attacked. There was nothing we could do when we had reached them. Only a handful of us were left. I can still hear their cries in my dreams. All those men, women and children suffering a pain they did not deserve.
The man whom I had befriended had died along with his wife protecting their daughter who was crying over their bodies. I picked up his dirty hat and put it on her head and told her to save her tears and stand strong for her parents because that is what they would have wanted. I picked her up and wiped away her tears as I holstered my weapon. I heard her speak softly into my left ear,"I'm so tired."
After saying that her voice began to fade away as she fell asleep and as I carried her to one of the transport vehicles, I took one last look at the skirmish site to pay my final respect to a friend I didn't get to know. And as I boarded the transport vehicle, the sun shone through the overcast sky perhaps her parents were smiling down on us from heaven with GOD. I laid her down on a sleeping bag after that I sat down and looked at the roof of the truck. The wounded were being treated just few inches to my left. They groaned and moaned in pain while our medics were treating them.
As the vehicles began to roll out, I saw in the distance the same vile beasts that defeated our forces with ease and caused the deaths of innocents just standing, watching us as we left before running back into the forest. Only two thousand out of five thousand survived.
A radio transmission was intercepted by us as we left the area. The operator who spoke through it sounded desperate. I still remember the fear in his voice as he spoke. These were last his words.
"We are under attack. Unknown Hostiles.Cannot hold position. Please help us. SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP. Ahhhhhh!!!!....." The rest of it was the sound of him dying with gunshots and explosions going off in the background. All of us knew for certain we had to get out fast and reach F.O.B Delta which was situated on the outskirts of Ulaanbaatar City in Mongolia.
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