Post 1

It’s hotter than hell in the middle of the desert. There’s a wind in the in the afternoon that sometimes brings relief from the heat, but usually, like now, it just stirs up the sand, blowing it into places sand was never meant to be, which only makes things more miserable. It’s my break, I should be sleeping or resting, but I’m here writing on this damned blog, telling this story so you will never forget this war. I hear that people are beginning to forget why we are here, they wonder if we are fighting for the pride and greed of one leader, using this world’s mightiest force to achieve a hidden agenda, but this is about so much more. This is about the wrath of one people united as the greatest force this world has ever seen bringing justice to the enemy who attacked and destroyed that which we hold so dear.

Do you remember the deep sense of loss and the rage you felt when it first happened, and how you wanted the wrath of our great nation to come crashing down around the head of our enemy? Do you remember where you were when you heard the news? Stop, and think for a moment. Recall how you felt and what you thought, because these moments are the ones that define the glory of our nation and these are the moments that have led us to one of the biggest wars of our time; if we win this war, we will be remembered as the greatest nation there ever was, no one will forget our name, no one will forget what we have done. They will be speaking about this war until the end of time, about what we accomplished in this barren land so far from home. I remember where I was when it happened; I can tell you exactly what I was doing when I first heard the news. It’s burned into my memory and when I close my eyes at night I can sometimes still see the tragedy, so graceful in its fall. I can remember how it felt when it appeared that we had fallen and were stripped of our glorious armour, but I also remember the rage that was awakened in the heart of what was left behind.