Unfortunately,
started when I was young.
For years, I let the enemy occupy me. Their offers were hard to push away. So I let myself be occupied.
It was not until I reached my upper teenage years that I realized I needed to fight back.
So the battle began.
At first, my forces were very weak. They put up a brave front but the first few waves were quickly eliminated . I had to find some way to break through the enemy's tough defence.
I had help of course. I had a powerful ally and reinforcements were plentiful, so I didn't have to worry if I had to engage in a war of attrition. So I guess I did.
Victories were short-lived. Losses were severe. The morale of my forces were very low.
The enemy was very powerful. Overwhelmingly powerful.
My forces trudge on nonetheless.
Years pass.... Battles were won. Battles were lost. But the war still rages on.
Then months ago while on reconnaissance, I obtained intelligence of an independent force fighting the same enemy I was.
"The fight just got easier, guys," I said to my men.
Battles were being won everywhere. The morale within the ranks shot up. Victories were long and celebrated. The enemy didn't get weaker. We got stronger.
As the days pass, the enemy forces seemed to be withdrawing.
Finally, there was a hope for peace.
Things were looking up.
Then all of a sudden, in the twilight of the first month of the new year, the independent force sent a high-yield nuclear warhead hurtling towards the main enemy position.
I had absolutely no idea of their nuclear capabilities.
The powerful blast annihilated every single one of the enemy's assets. Ground troops, vehicles, navies, air force. Nothing was left.
Unfortunately, we were poorly positioned to survive the explosion.
My forces were completely wiped out as well. Even in the safety of my command position, I was not spared the brunt of the devastating blast. I survived, but with major injuries.
Miraculously, I recovered quickly from my injuries. New reinforcements started pouring in as well. With no enemy to fight, the fresh recruits of my new army stood on standby. However, I will never forget the brave soldiers that fought alongside me in those years. Those who died in the blast.... they live forever in my memories.
The peace was complete and seemed everlasting. Finally, me and my men could enjoy some R & R.
A few weeks down the road, I rallied with the independent force.
All of a sudden, in the midst of banter and in the silence of the night,
An enemy ambush.
Men were struck down everywhere. It was utter chaos as our forces fell like flies. One by one.
Then as quickly and silently as they appeared, the enemy disappeared, leaving us confused, wounded and in absolute disarray.
It's not the first time me and my men have been caught in an ambush. Luckily for us, we managed to fight our way out of those. Barely.
We managed to pick up ourselves up and recover...
The ambushes continue and we keep finding ourselves overwhelmed by the sudden and swift enemy movement.
Sometimes the signs of ambush are there, but being complacent, I urge my men on. Only to find ourselves once again in the death grip of the enemy's silent attacks.
And so here we are now. The situation?
The face of battle has changed.
The enemy is fighting a guerilla war.
Having fought the same conventional war for so many years, it's hard to adapt to the current situation in such short time.
New fighting style. New battle doctrines.
To gather my men and prepare them for different days of war.
It's going to be difficult, very difficult. It took years for us to finally win the first war.
And that wasn't because we fought to the end. It was an outside factor.
Winning this war will be...... incredibly challenging.
But not impossible.
One thing for sure is..... that there will be a day where true and everlasting peace will begin. No doubt.
All we have to do is keep battling.
But the morale of my men are low...
And my troops grow weary...
Dig yourselves in, men.
It's going to be long and hard.
