bluefire1001

The Dividing Moment by Chris B. May,12,20XX- The rain is pouring horribly. The lieutenant paced back and forth with a cigarette in hand. He's a man who usually never smokes, but I guess today is an exception. Tomorrow is end game for the war. Our troops are out numbered by millions. We have no chance in the fight, nor can we retreat any further. We've lost everything during this war, mostly lives. When the war first began, it seemed that we had a chance, but through out the war, our enemy grew in strength and number of allies. Quickly our numbers fell, as did our chances of winning. I stand with the last regiment in the military, which is