We Could've Been Heroes

Author's Note:
This short story is not meant to mudsling any particular political party, but rather, to illustrate what could be a fictional future world. This also does not mean that I am anti-liberals, Muslim, or homosexual nor am I a masochist. I AM liberal and have friends who are Muslim and homosexual. I've put it in this forum and not the Non-Alias Fiction forum, because it will become very gruesome. That's the reality of war.

Prologue

Since the year 2005, many things have happened around the world and in the United States. The biggest shock since 9/11 hit the United States shortly after the Congressional elections of 2006 not because the Republicans held even more of a majority in both the Senate and House, but because of the reinstatement of the draft. All males and females from 18-27 years of age must serve for at least two years in the military as American troops became scarce in Iraq, Afghanistan, and other countries around the world.

In the following presidential election, the United States faced another surprise when she witnessed the first female president and female vice president. Most political analysts never would have guessed that Hillary Clinton and Nancy Pelosi would run together let alone win (but barely), but the weak Democratic Party needed to pull out something extraordinary to stay alive. It worked. At least it worked for a while. Clinton and Pelosi tried to sweep America with a new wave of liberalism as they tackled the hopeless socialist system of Social Security. However, this new wave of liberalism came too late. Many Americans did not want to have their usually conservative lifestyles rocked by these dominatrices. A year after her inauguration, America’s first female president was shot and killed when she was visiting the victims in Northern California after a 6.9 earthquake rocked the Bay Area. At 70 years old, Vice President Pelosi became the oldest person to be inaugurated as an American president aboard Air Force One. The image reminded the elderly of what happened in 1963 after America lost one of her greatest presidents.

To say that President Pelosi did a great job would be an outright lie. The late President Clinton’s dream was to expand women’s rights and fix the age old problem of Social Security that the Bush Administration was trying to fix back in 2004. These issues are what Pelosi focused on. The following year, after a couple years of economic growth, the American economy tanked even further as federal spending defaulted on public debt. With absolutely no support in Congress due to a small contingency of Democrats left, Pelosi could not fix Social Security, the economy, or the morale of Americans.

Needless to say, she did not run for re-election in 2012 and the Democrats candidate would have made John Kerry from the 2004 elections look like a brilliant choice. The Republican candidate, John Benedict Rossi, seemed like the perfect candidate. Even his fiery red hair toted the party color. He was charismatic, able to gain the support of America’s youth. He vowed to kill Social Security, bring back the traditional American lifestyle, and lead this country to a better economy. With the electoral votes of every state besides Massachusetts, Rossi won by a landslide. He accomplished the first two, but the economy became even worse and America fell into The Great Depreciation, which still plagues the nation today.

Last year, the results of the Congressional elections showed that Congress is now in complete control of Republicans. This could be the turning point for America.

For BBC News, this is John Murray. Thank you for joining us for this special report. Now we go back to live coverage in Washington DC where both houses of Congress have approved to grant President Rossi with emergency powers and effectively widening his authority as the Commander-in-Chief of the most powerful nation in the world.
 
*ees* ha, you lured me for the first time to 'R'...lol. Can I mention that's the first prologue I've ever read before the story....I never ever read them unless I want more afterwards...:P and now I want teh story! *Bring it on!*

ETA: And now I've got to do my homework as to who some of these people are...:thinking:
 
Chapter 1: A New Order

National security is everybody’s business. If you see or hear anything suspicious, contact your local National Security Force station and report it. Help keep the nation secure from terrorists, Muslims, liberals, and ***s (derogatory term beginning with an "f" that refers to homosexuals). I would like to thank Jill Pittman, the author of How to Spot Enemies of the State for being with us today. Her book is available in bookstores across the nation today. This is Kyle Hubbard for Fox News. As always, “Everything in the State, nothing outside the State, nothing against the State,” good night.

Reaching into his pocket, high school senior Riley Miller takes out a tissue to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Even though the sun is setting, he is still wearing his cap and gown, waiting for the final few of his class mates to be called up to receive their diplomas. It had been your typical June day with 100-degree weather, except that he was finally graduating from Yuma Catholic High School. As Joe Zimmerman walks off the tented stage, the principal stands at the podium in front of everyone and says, “On behalf of the board of trustees and regents, I present to you Yuma Catholic High School’s youngest alumni, the Class of 2015!” Releasing their restrained excitement, all 400-something students toss their caps into the air as they are now done with their education. By the smile on Riley’s face, nobody would ever guess that he is also sad that this day has finally come.

Riley remembers the big birthday party that his parents threw him for his 18th birthday last month. All his friends were there because they did not really want to think about Finals yet and it was a big day for Riley. Then the doorbell rang. His mother answered the door to find a uniformed man standing on the doormat. He says, “Good afternoon, ma’am. Is Riley Miller home?”

His mother obviously looked worried and calls Riley. Riley goes to the door and the man says with a grin, “Riley, happy 18th birthday! As you know, now that you are a man, there are certain responsibilities that a man must fulfill. One of those responsibilities is to defend his country as a patriot should. Therefore, I know that you will be more than happy to report for active duty the day after your high school graduation.”

Riley knew that was the law ever since he was 10 years old. However, only recently did the lottery finally start drafting 18 year olds seeing that all those 19-27 were already overseas. This uniformed person was kind enough to drop by personally to remind him on his birthday. The party wasn’t the same after that.

Tomorrow, that day will have finally arrived. Even though many of his friends, male and female, will be leaving for the same reason tomorrow with him, it does not lighten his mood. What does lighten his mood is that this might be the last time he sees his hometown for a long time and he says to himself, “You only live once, so enjoy it.”

The next morning, he wakes up at his friend’s house after attending a graduation party the night before. He walks into the kitchen where several others are feeling the same thing he is feeling: a hangover. His friend’s mother is making some tonic that is supposed to make that feeling go away. Riley takes a glass and says drowsily, “Thanks Mrs. Brown. I wouldn’t want to report for duty with this hangover.”

Mrs. Brown answers, “You’re one of the ones leaving today? What time do you have to be at the air station?”

“Five,” Riley answers after taking a big gulp of what he is sure to be some sort of animal waste, because it sure smells like it. The doorbell rings. Mrs. Brown opens the door and sees the county sheriff.

Riley can’t really hear their conversation, but all of a sudden, Mrs. Brown screams and yells something at the sheriff. The next second, Mr. Brown walks down the stairs to see what the fuss was about. Riley hears the sheriff say something about an arrest and Mr. Brown yells, “This is an outrage! I am NOT a terrorist!”

Everyone in the kitchen hears this and runs to watch what will happen like cheetahs running after a gazelle. The sheriff handcuffs Mr. Brown and takes him out of the house. Mrs. Brown chases after them trying to reason with the sheriff and convince him that her husband is not a terrorist. Riley knows that this will be of no avail. There is no way to prove that someone is not a terrorist once accused.

Riley’s father drives him to the air station in their Toyota FTX. Riley cannot count how many times he sat in this light blue pickup driving past his family’s farm. Fourteen square miles of grapefruit, lemons, limes, mandarins, oranges, and tangerines. In the winter, there is even lettuce growing. Now it all seems to fly by as they speed down the dirt road.

Arriving at the Marine Corps Air Station in Yuma, Riley and his dad say their final goodbyes. He hugs his dad for possibly the last time and says, “Don’t worry dad, I won’t let the country down”.
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constructive feedback is always appreciated

did anyone find that this is too much narrative and ought to be more dialogue? cuz i find that if i were to put in dialogue, it is gonna take much longer than i had planned, but it would make the story better.

ETA: proper grammar
 
^_^ I am loving this so far! I'm sorry I didn't post beforehand, I was unaware you'd updated...would I be able to get a PM when you update again?

I don't think there's too much narrative...it's what I like best anyway, although that it's written in present tense stops me just occaisionally, just because it's not something I'm really used to. Other than that, I'm excited to discover where you're going to take this...:lol:
How to Spot Enemies of the State
He he.

:rain:
 
A little over an hour later, the plane landed in the middle of nowhere. Riley figured they must be someplace like Colorado because of all these mountains. An army official, probably in his mid-20s, standing on the tarmac instructs them on where they will be living for the next few months and what the daily routine will be. We cadets are to refer to him as Corporal Healy. Riley could tell this was not going to be easy, but he reminds himself, “Freedom isn’t free”.

As the sun rose the next morning, the bugle woke up the entire base. Riley looks at his clock just as the display changes from 4:59 to 5:00. Riley throws off the covers and walks to the lavatory in his boxers and t-shirt. He added the t-shirt to his normal sleepwear last night, because it’s noticeably colder in Colorado than back home in Yuma. Nearly everyone else seemed to have slept right through the wake up call so the lavatory was completely empty. After showering and dressing in his new uniform, he proceeds to breakfast where the girls are already socializing.

After breakfast comes the training. To put it lightly, saying that Corporal Healy had no heart would be the biggest understatement Riley had ever come across. After a while of getting into shape, they move onto the real training. Riley excelled in shooting practice because he would go hunting javelinas with his dad about once a month since he was 12. Riley thought that the Army would provide them more than just increasing their strength, endurance, and teaching them how to shoot, but he was wrong. That’s all the training they got. For the past 13 weeks, that is all they did. One day, they are told to pack the few belongings they have and return to the runway. Corporal Healy explains that this is the end of their training and that they will now be taken to Naval Station Mayport outside of Jacksonville, Florida where they will await their first assignment. With no “It’s been a great few months” or “good luck,” Riley and the other young men climb on board the aircraft and leave Corporal Healy just as he was when they first met him: standing on the tarmac.

Riley leaves Jacksonville faster than you could say “Jacksonville” on his first assignment to South Africa. As Captain McFadden explains to the rest of the company, the South Africans are not too keen on the idea of being annexed into the American Empire. Therefore, their first assignment is to help promote the spirit of American patriotism in South Africa.

After their ship arrives in Port Elizabeth, the company of about 150 troops meets its leader, Captain McFadden. A stern man in his late-40s, he orders them to march into the country. Therefore for two weeks, they march through South Africa suppressing anti-American sentiments and promoting “democracy”. They hand out American flags to hang from houses that do not have it. The female soldiers teach the children the “Star-Spangled Banner” while the young men train the villagers to defend American democracy. They finally arrive at a semi-large city called Bloemfontein. Shortly after their arrival, a shot rang through the street and a Soldier in Riley’s company was shot in the arm. A massive protest breaks out with people throwing random objects at the company.

“Fire at will!” Captain McFadden orders. Immediately, Riley loads his gun and fires at anybody he sees participating in the protest. He sees the Captain beat someone over the head and hand cuffs him as the protester falls to the ground. Needless to say, the demonstration was suppressed very quickly.

That night at camp, Captain McFadden brings out the rebel Riley saw him handcuff earlier at the protest. “Gentlemen, it seems that we have here the person responsible for the little charade earlier today. He isn’t talking so here is your first lesson in the field. If he doesn’t talk, we make him talk. This methodology will be your best friend in your future career here in the Army. He knows something that will help us stop terrorism and spread democracy, but what is it? Who wants to find out?” Nobody knows how to respond to that question. “Private Miller, why don’t you demonstrate to us how it ought to be done?” Riley’s eyes open wide in shock as the Captain looks at him. Riley knows that America tortures prisoners to get answers, but that’s just something that nobody ever talks about back home. He never thought that one day he would have to torture someone for an answer to help spread freedom.
 
eh..just read the first part, but found it completely unbelievable. clinton and pelosi running together and winning and "fixing" social security? and referrinf to them as "dominatrices." hmm... plus, in 1963 we lost one of the greatest american presidents? hardly. kennedy's assassination was a tragedy, but he wasn't that great of a president.
 
xdancer said:
eh..just read the first part, but found it completely unbelievable.  clinton and pelosi running together and winning and "fixing" social security? and referrinf to them as "dominatrices."  hmm... plus, in 1963 we lost one of the greatest american presidents? hardly.  kennedy's assassination was a tragedy, but he wasn't that great of a president.
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a. i state that it was highly unexpected (this is fiction after all)
b. i never said they fixed social security
c. in a conservative world, a woman president will seem a bit possessive/domaneering (sp?)
d. it was the reporter's opinion/flair to the report
 
I really liked it. Any chance this story will get an end? Probably not, since it hasnt been updated for over a year, but I can dream, can't I? :P

PM me if you decide to update
 
Riley asks, “Why did you organize that protest?” The prisoner says nothing.

The captain says, “As can be expected, the prisoner will not talk. Therefore, we put some incentives into the box.” He hands Riley a jar of starved leeches and Riley dumps it into the box. The prisoner shuts his eyes and winces as the leeches attach themselves to his flesh and feed on his blood. “Ask the question again”. Even more earnestly, Riley asks but the prisoner still remains silent. “Add these,” the captain commands as he hands Riley a jar filled with centipedes and another jar of scorpions. Riley does as he is told and the captain whispers, “Again”.

The prisoner screams as dozens of centipedes and scorpions bite and sting him, releasing toxins into his blood. “For the last time, why did you organize that protest?” Riley asks. The sound of his voice rivals that of the prisoners screams.

“P-p-p-preparing f-f-for battle,” the prisoner mutters.

Captain McFadden pushes Riley out of the way and yells, “Battle? Where?”

The prisoner searches for the right words but exhausts the captain’s patience. The captain pulls out a gun and shoots the prisoner in the arm. “Morocco!” the prisoner exclaims in pain.

“Why?” the captain demands as the vein on his neck pulsates.

While the prisoner is being distracted by the scorpions’ stings, the captain shoots his other arm. “Afraid of American advancement,” the prisoner mutters as his mind can focus on nothing else aside from the pain. As the captain glares angrily into the prisoner’s eyes, he sees tears rolls down and the prisoner says, “Please spare me. I have a family…”

“Pack up, soldiers,” the captain barks. “We leave for Morocco now!”

After a long day of fighting, everybody is tired and suppresses any complaints as they were taught in training. All the while, the prisoner yells in pain on the ground. Riley blocks the sounds out as he concentrates on what he is told to do.
 
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