Post by Dic Tracy on Oct 7, 2009 15:16:23 GMT -5
I'll never forget. It was raining, pouring rain that day. I went in to work early, I use to work on Wall Street, never heard of it? Well it use to be big, we use to make a lot of money those days. I went into the office trying to get a jump on running some numbers for a few clients. Now it all seems so long ago, the news at first hope, and then panic. I remember watching from my 42nd floor window of the tanks that rolled past and the planes in the sky. After a few hours trucks pulled up to each building, the solders came to each floor and asked for volunteers to help fight off the robot menace. Did I go? Absolutely not, let other fools fight wars, I only enjoy reading about them or watching them on the television. When the bullets hit the bones I'll be hiding in a bunker with the rest of the civilians.
Foolish me. The robots needless to say won that day. They rounded us up and put us into camps. That was the before the horror of their "games". We use to think, "This was the worst and that things couldn't get much worse than this." How wrong we were. I'll never forget the first game they picked. The Chosen reservoir. A horrible battle in the freezing cold. I luckily had an infection and missed it, but what I heard, it was as awful as the actual battle. I'll never forget the first battle I was forced to fight in, a reenactment of Operation Star Light, from some God forsaken war somewhere in Asia. I met the famous man known as Coyote at that battle, he was already a legend during those times.
I was scared out of my mind back then, seems so long ago. I thought I was going to die, but I survived. Sometimes I wish I had died that first day, then I wouldn't have become something of a favorite for the Robots. I severed with minor distinctions in a few battles after, Okinawa, and Operation Cobra, but it wasn't until Operation Market Garden that I saw my star being to rise. I was a replacement in the command for the German side during this battle and I was able to show my mettle, after the battle I earned a commendation from the Robots. After that I saw a high demand for my services, with each passing fight I became more popular and the sides I fought for won more and more games. Sure I had my fair share of defeats, including the two times the Robots picked me to lead forces on to the field, but I gave hope and encouraged those around me and tried to instill in them a sense that one day this would all be over.
So now on this eve of battle, where some of the greatest of the Robot Games have come together to help fight and to decide the fate of our world. I now find my self counted amongst some of the other greats and for the first time I find my self thinking back to those early days of the Robot Occupation and wondering what if I had gone to fight against the Robots when they first landed, would my life have been any different? No I don't think so, unless I had died. I now know that this is the time that "would try men souls" much like early America and all that jazz. I only hope that I didn't go through all of this just to die in the final fight. But regardless I leave this as a final memoir, a memoir of the wars and a message of hope, that those few who survive can start again and rebuild our world, free from the memories of these terrible Robots and their murderous games.
Foolish me. The robots needless to say won that day. They rounded us up and put us into camps. That was the before the horror of their "games". We use to think, "This was the worst and that things couldn't get much worse than this." How wrong we were. I'll never forget the first game they picked. The Chosen reservoir. A horrible battle in the freezing cold. I luckily had an infection and missed it, but what I heard, it was as awful as the actual battle. I'll never forget the first battle I was forced to fight in, a reenactment of Operation Star Light, from some God forsaken war somewhere in Asia. I met the famous man known as Coyote at that battle, he was already a legend during those times.
I was scared out of my mind back then, seems so long ago. I thought I was going to die, but I survived. Sometimes I wish I had died that first day, then I wouldn't have become something of a favorite for the Robots. I severed with minor distinctions in a few battles after, Okinawa, and Operation Cobra, but it wasn't until Operation Market Garden that I saw my star being to rise. I was a replacement in the command for the German side during this battle and I was able to show my mettle, after the battle I earned a commendation from the Robots. After that I saw a high demand for my services, with each passing fight I became more popular and the sides I fought for won more and more games. Sure I had my fair share of defeats, including the two times the Robots picked me to lead forces on to the field, but I gave hope and encouraged those around me and tried to instill in them a sense that one day this would all be over.
So now on this eve of battle, where some of the greatest of the Robot Games have come together to help fight and to decide the fate of our world. I now find my self counted amongst some of the other greats and for the first time I find my self thinking back to those early days of the Robot Occupation and wondering what if I had gone to fight against the Robots when they first landed, would my life have been any different? No I don't think so, unless I had died. I now know that this is the time that "would try men souls" much like early America and all that jazz. I only hope that I didn't go through all of this just to die in the final fight. But regardless I leave this as a final memoir, a memoir of the wars and a message of hope, that those few who survive can start again and rebuild our world, free from the memories of these terrible Robots and their murderous games.