posted on May, 1 2012 @ 01:58 PM
The Marine jumped up out of his chair and swiftly kicked his television through the window sending it crashing to the street and exploding into a
million pieces. "I've had enough, It is time to fight for those who won't fight for themselves". His rage was interrupted by the call of
his Ham Radio going off. It was his other Para military subordinates. They had all seen the message and were ampped up and ready for the fight they
had been waiting for. No longer would they have to lie in wait, and escape the federal gestapos from imprisoning them as 'Terrorists'. To them it
felt like Christmas and that they were about to receive their greatest gift. He replied and said to meet at the edge of town. He was clear that their
journey would begin tonight.
As he set the headset on his radio down his thoughts turned to his men. Would they be ready? Would they have what it takes to see this thing through?
He opened the closet, pulled out his gear and strapped on his weapons and hit the door. On his way out he remembered to grab the megaphone and
proceeded to yell "Follow Me To Freedom" as he made his way down the ladder well and into the street.
When he entered the street he was taken back at the numbers of people who were screaming out their windows and gathered in the streets. People were
everywhere. He looked around with pride. It seemed that there would now be the support needed for a successful revolution to happen. He held up the
megaphone and began to speak to the people.
" My fellow citizens. We have been under the rule of an oppressive government for far too long. Tyranny has ridden our country of it's true
values. No longer does life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness constitute the American dream. Our freedom is gone. All we are left with is an
illusion of freedom. I am a Marine, and I am the Leader of the revolutionary guard of this state. My men are gathering on the outside of town and
preparing for war. We will invade the capital and evict the lying SOB's that have been called our leaders. We will seize the city and we will capture
the guilty and ensure they pay their penance for their crimes against humanity. It will be a tough fight, but we are determined and we will prevail as
the conquering heroes in the end. We need all the help we can get. I ask anyone who is willing, to pickup a rifle and follow me. I will lead you to
victory and together we will take the power back. Our children and their children will never know of this world outside of history books. This is our
time. We will not Fail. We cannot fail. Follow me and we will be the bringers of change in a world where we are needed more than ever. I have no
doubts that as we come closer to the city we will be joined by the many more who have stepped forward to win this fight. So as I go forward, I call to
you all. Do your part and may we win this fight."
With that he walked forward, strapped full of gear yet still walking tall and holding his head high. He did not look back to see if any had followed
for there was no need. The sound of footsteps at his back continued to increase with every step forward. As he marched through downtown he felt the
motivation that had been missing for some time. He wanted to keep the followers pumped up as he knew it was a long walk to the trucks at the edge of
town. He reached into his bag of tricks from when he was active in the Corps and busted out his well remembered cadence.
" Hey Heeey Army, Where are you going, Get on your tanks and follow me, I am Marine Corps Infantry,
Hey Heeey Navy, Where are you going, Get in your ships and follow me, I am Marine Corps Infantry,
Hey Heeey Air Force, Where are you going, Get in your planes and follow me, I am Marine Corps Infantry,
Hey Heeey civilians, Where are you going, Get off your butts and follow me, I am Marine Corps Infantry."
His words did wonders and pumped the crowd up high. When they reached the trucks his men were ready and there was no time to spare. The sun faded in
the western sky as the crowds of Para military forces mixed in with armed civilians boarded the trucks. As they drove away the people left behind had
a sense of hope for the first time in many years. Only time would determine their fate. They could only hope and pray and wait for good word. They
would be waiting for some time....