Arrival (A New View)

"President Mahek has us heading to the Middle East. I know they go by a different name, but I can't be bothered to remember it. I'm just scared to know what is ahead of us when we get there. We still have so many enemies left around the world. Like no news has come from the areas around Russia or Asia." - The Journal Of Ron Stenson.

"The fog is starting to vanish. Does that mean the fighting will be harder soon since everyone can fight without wearing masks?" Ron asked his unit leader trying to pass time as they close in on their target.

A sigh came before Joshua answered the question. "From what I heard the fog should stay for another three years before it is gone completely. The fighting will get harder for us in that time. We are hoping that we will be done fighting before then. We don't have the ability to do it again."

Ron just nodded and left Joshua to his thoughts. It was pretty clear that he wanted to be alone. This is how Ron found himself standing on the deck of the ship and taking in the returning sunlight. It was warm on his skin. It brought a smile to his face as he laid down to relax.

"This is nice." Ron whispered to himself as boots came up behind him.

When he looked up to find one of his commanding officers looking down at him. "So is this going to prepare you for battle?"

He got up as fast as he could before he answered. "No sir. It will not sir."

"I understand wanting to relax before battle. Just don't lay on the deck. Its covered in salt. We are closing in on our target. Go get ready." It was a shock to find the officers as relaxed as this.

He saluted before leaving. "Yes sir."

My heart was starting to race as I walked into the armory. Everyone was strapping on their body armor and praying to themselves. I'm not much into religion myself, but I do have the foresight to know that if I get shot that I will be praying myself. I just can't do it right now because I'm focused on what is to come.

After sometime we got hauled into transport vehicles heading for the battlefield. The transports had no windows on them so we couldn't see what was going on outside. It was to keep us focused on our job ahead. It was some psychology tactic. The vehicle was filled with the sounds of people muttering to themselves or talking to each other.

Silence fell as the vehicle started to shake and the sounds of explosions came from outside. It was time. The explosions outside got met with the sounds of rounds racking into every chamber of every rifle in this vehicle. Soon we felt the vehicle stop and the ramp drop. It was time to go.

"Everyone out quickly!" The voice came over the radio.

Without question everyone was out including myself. Bullets had been what we expected, but nothing outside of sand was in the air. The fog we left around the world to start our world was basically gone now. A man could come out with anything beyond a face covering now. This meant that we will meet more resistance than ever before.

I looked around at the others dropping in with us before going over the radio with my own thoughts. "Guys what happened to everything that was going on when we landed?"

"That is a good question, but we need to focus on getting to the village that was built not far from here. If it is there." The voice was from our platoon leader who was getting off the vehicle while he spoke.

With that being said we all started to move for where the GPS pointed to. The only thing was that when we got there the village was gone. The moment we stepped into the circle where the village was supposed to be we knew what the truth of the situation was.

"Run!"