DATE: March 15, 2009

LOCATION: BRONX, NY

PVT. JAMES WHITMORE - UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS

HONORABLY DISCHARGED

I was fortunate enough to get out of the war. I suffered a leg wound during my second week of basic training. It was ruled an accident, shot by friendly fire, during a live ammunitions exercise. But, I had the feeling they knew that I put the barrel of my rifle to my leg and pulled the trigger. Papers were signed and I was on my way back home to the Bronx, New York with an honorable discharge and a limp that would follow me for the rest of my life.

The war, dubbed “Operation World Peace”, started about a year ago when the United States demanded the disarmament of the Iranian weapons of mass destruction; it was the new Cold War. On December 24, 2008, the United States launched fighter pilots seeking to destroy possible bio-chemical factories being used to manufacture weapons of mass destruction. Bombs dropped in and around Tehran and into buildings occupying more than a thousand school-children. Americans were murderers, the real threat to the world the distraught people cried out. Sarat Hussai, the Iranian dictator, declared war on America and its allies. The declaration of war came as a shock to the American government and to other countries across the world. The United States prepared to deploy troops into the Middle East before the fight was brought into the states, on homeland. Hundreds of thousands of troops were deployed and America feared a new Vietnam. A few months later, the draft re-opened and I was called in to active duty.

Thousands of young men were drafted; some went on to face the agony of the war, others went AWOL, and some even wounded them­selves. The war escalated a few months ago when the Iranians figured they did not stand a chance against our artillery and the swarming of troops already in their country with word of more waves of troops on the way. In a panic, Hussai launched chemical war­heads against the troops and to neighboring countries which included that of the United Kingdom, South Korea and Israel. Panic spread throughout the world. Countries were equipped with vaccines that would enhance their immune systems to help ward of the nerve agents inside of the war-head. Those who survived the initial blasts still had a chance, granted the vaccines worked. People were infected all over the globe, except here in the States; the Ameri­can people mourned for the many lives lost and the many people infected by the toxic poisons. But our skies were still blue.

President Greiner, retaliated with three H3-Bombs, a newly devel­oped hydrogen bomb with the capacity to destroy an entire country. Surely enough, the mushroom clouds were seen in all corners of the world and Iran was no more. The map of the world was reconfigured. American troops had prior knowledge of the bomb that was to be delivered within days and vacated the country. The Iranians celebrated victory. “The Americans have fled! The cowards have fled,” they chanted in the crowded streets of Tehran. When the bombs hit, the world gasped, and when nothing happened next, they sighed. It would later become known as “The Sigh Heard Across the World”. But it was only the beginning, the calm before the storm. Something was happening in the East, something far too complex to comprehend. I wish Barry would write to me. It was the only sure way I would know whether he was still alive or not, but his letters stopped coming a few months ago when the chemical warheads were launched. I hope the vaccine worked...

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DATE: January 1, 2009

LOCATION: BERLIN, GERMANY

LT. BARRY CAMPBELL - UNITED STATES ARMY

ACTIVE DUTY

      Dear James,

The damn bastards attacked us with a chemical-warhead! I can’t believe this. I’m almost positive that the U.S. will retaliate, big time. I’m scared. There’s something happening to us, to everyone. I don’t under­stand. We took the vaccine, so why are we... changing. There’s something not right here. I feel weak and my skin... my God my skin is... Oh God, James. I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. Every­thing is so dark over here. The air is filled with poisons. I’m praying that the vaccine is working and that I am only experiencing some sort of side-effect. Yeah, that’s it... it has to be.

I wish I were back home in the Bronx with you watching the Yan­kee game, drinking a cold beer. Man, I would kill for a cold Bud­. You’re so lucky to be back home, safe and away from the troubles that I am witness too. I thought I saw the devil last night outside the base. He was standing in the mine field, smiling at me. His dark red skin almost seemed to glow in the dark. He was waving at me, smiling! What the hell does that mean? Am I going crazy? There’s so much fear everywhere, so much fear in the eyes of the other soldiers. We’re the good guys right? We’re American, home of the brave... then why are so many of us afraid?

I feel weak. I hope this letter reaches you. I know that you always look forward to getting my letters - how else would you know if I’m still alive? Ha. If you get this letter, I know you won’t be so happy at what I’ve just told you. But don’t worry, I’m hanging in there - I’ll be ok. God, I’m so hungry...

Barry

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DATE: JUNE 16, 2011

LOCATION: CASTLE ROCK, MAINE

PVT. JAMES WHITMORE

It’s been two years since I’ve last heard of Barry. He was dead, I was sure of it. I didn’t know whether he died from the blast or from the epidemic that spread across the entire East. It took all of one full year for the entire Eastern Hemisphere to get infected. We lost contact with everyone out there, almost as if they didn’t exist anymore- they just weren’t there. They were all gone: Africa, Germany, The Soviet Union, China, Japan, India, Italy, Great Britain... all of them. There were numerous attemptsof radio communication but we would always get the same result – ear piercing static.

A Covert Ops mission was organized to send CIA Operatives over­seas to investigate, to gather any form of intel about what was going on, but they were never heard of again. They just disap­peared. The country was in a panic and became divided. Protests were held on a daily basis. There were those who opposed President Greiner’s decision to drop the bombs over Iraq, blaming him for the hundreds of thousands of American lives lost overseas in a politi­cal war, or as some would call it, a machismo war. It was a far outcry from Vietnam which brought a lot of cold memories of post-Vietnam America, only this time it was far worse. This time, no one came back, no celebrations as soldiers got off planes, no banners, no “Welcome Backs”, nothing.

There were the patriots, those who supported the decisions. Many of them boasted that it was a sacrifice made for the sake of the country’s future.

It wasn’t long before President Greiner, now in his second term, decided to nuke every major city and military base in the East; he called it “Operation Containment”. The war with Iraq only lasted about a year, but there was a new war, a civil war here in the states. The economy went to shit. All of our major imported goods went down with the East, infected or nuked. There was a New World Order at hand and President Greiner was seeking a third term in office, a first in American history.

I had to get out of the Bronx. The city was becoming unbear­able, dismal. Every major city in the United States was under martial law. Militias fought against them, Americans fighting Americans on U.S. soil- clear evidence that history repeats itself. It was a sight that only a true hater of America would get off on. I couldn’t come to grasps with my shame of being an American. It was my worse nightmare come true, our empire was collapsing. I slowly came to grasps as to what was happening here in the States. I knew, that in the near future, it would no longer be the land of the free. The power of the New World Order was rising.

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DATE: OCTOBER 28, 2011

LOCATION: CASTLE ROCK, MAIN

I tried to keep a low profile here in Castle Rock and avoided human contact as much as I could- you just never knew what they can get you involved in these days. I acquired a house with a romantic view of the ocean. The sea no longer had a scent. Sometimes I would walk by the beach and look across the Atlantic, still wondering what was over there if there was indeed something there at all. Far, very far away, I could make out the dark clouds that still hovered over the East. I wondered if those clouds would ever hover over our country; it was a scary thought to even fathom.

Barry was still out there; I missed him. He was my best friend and this damn war separated us, shipping us out to different destinies. I hadn’t heard from him; it was as if the war had eaten us alive. A chain of events the ended with our destinies, only the dominos were still falling. Where did they stop, I did not know. I hope that it will stop with something good, something positive for a change. But, by the looks of it, that was impossible. Indeed the world is a small place, even smaller considering the fact that now only the Western Hemisphere existed. A new map would be construed, and the U.S. would be its dominator.

There was not much for me to do during the day. I managed to save enough money in the bank to get me by for a few years so I needn’t look for a job. I would go into town to do some shopping for the night, an excuse just to get outside, away from the house. I drove myself insane sitting inside a stranger’s house. Still, it was better than dodging bullets and avoiding a conflict with the soldiers or the militia, either one was just as bad.

Castle Rock was a small town. The people here had yet to suc­cumb to the terrors and chaos of the larger cities, so life was pretty normal here...for now. I knew that the day would come when the entire country would have to “bow down”, so to speak, to the Dictator Greiner. There were new policies spreading throughout the country. ID cards were no longer of any use, eyes scans would fill the void. The eye scan would become a way of life-shopping, identification, tracking... everything, you name it. Things were getting out of hand. I was no one, a coward who had not even lifted his arms to fight in the war, but for what? For all of this? This is not what America’s foundation was built upon. This was no longer America. America died along with the soldiers in the East. The world has been re-shaped and we have entered a new era- a new way of life and I had no choice but to accept.

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DATE: APRIL 8, 2009

LOCATION: MOSCOW, SOVIET UNION

LT. BARRY CAMPBELL

Dear James,

Why haven’t you written back? I sent you a letter a few weeks ago. Maybe it got lost in the mail. My condition has gotten worse. My skin is in really bad condi­tion- I think it’s falling off. I have to tell you something, but I don’t think you’re going to like it very much. I- - I’ve been eat­ing the bodies of dead soldiers! Please forgive me! I don’t know what is happening to me, I’m sick. It was the nerve agent, no it was the vaccine or, maybe, it was both. I think it was a chemical reaction. I’m not the only one, it’s happening to everyone. We’ve been wandering all through Europe, searching, looking for bodies. The devil walked beside us on one hunt. He held my hands as we walked through rubbles. He told me that one day me and you will be reunited. Isn’t that good news? I knew that one day we would reunite again, it was only a matter of time. He also told me that we will all be the same again, one race. He’s not such a bad guy once you get to know him. He gets a bit obnoxious at times, always looking over my shoulder, but I’m sure he’s just keeping an eye on me... he really cares about me. He’s really not that bad. You’ll see, you’ll get to meet him. It’s time to go, getting hungry again...

Barry

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DATE: FEBRUARY 8, 2012

LOCATION: CASTLE ROCK, MAINE

PVT. JAMES WHITMORE

I received Barry’s letter this afternoon, three years after the date written on it. I stood outside my mailbox and read the letter from top to bottom about six times to make sure that what I was reading was real. And it was. The NWO sol­diers looked at me with suspicion and I was afraid that they would approach me and confiscate my letter. I went inside my house and pretended to crumple the letter, hoping that the cameras planted on the light posts would not capture the letter’s content.

The letter was disturbing, putting another twist in the world’s new face of government and way of living. This letter, more than anything thus far, frightened me. I thought about my younger days and the early Sunday morning Bible study groups I had involved myself in after my mother had insisted with heavy perseverance. It was the Apocalypse, I was sure of it and it all seemed to be unraveling right before my time. It was always something that I thought, if it were true, I would not hope to live through - and here I was bearing witness to the collapse of man. All great empires and dynasties were destined to fall at some point or another; it was our turn and I don’t think I was ready for it. Nothing could have prepared me for what was coming. The devil told Barry that he would see me again- I knew that my destiny was already predetermined and I had no say in the matter.

I walked across the foyer and into the den with a view over­looking the ocean. The dark clouds were still there, they almost seemed to be drifting westward, towards us, here, the NWO. For the first time, I knew that there was something over there, that Barry had survived the blasts. But how?

The vaccine.

It had to be the chemical reactions of the poisonous gasses and the vaccine; it must have done something to them- to Barry. The power of the H3 bombs dropped must have intensified the reactions and made them into...into God knows what. Whatever they were, I knew that they fed on the dead that must of reached numbers in the millions, even billions. That was nearly three years ago and the amount of those infected might be more than the dead bodies can account for. They were most likely on the verge of running out of their food supply.

A plague.

Yes, that’s what they were, a plague-just as it says in the Bible:

“I saw in heaven another great and marvelous sign: seven angels with the seven last plagues–last, because with them God's wrath is completed.”- Revelation 15:1

Last plagues...God’s wrath...completed. Indeed, I have been living in the end times. Hell on earth was inevitable and soon there would be another war- a war of all wars and the victor would claim the earth. In a way, I felt safe. The NWO was the most powerful force in the planet and we were protected by thousands of miles of ocean. For the time being, we were safe. But in the letter, Barry had promised to be reunited and I knew that it would be a promise kept.

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DATE: MARCH 4, 2013

LOCATION: CASTLE ROCK, MAINE

I haven’t received another letter from Barry since February of last year. Everything has remained the same- the dark clouds to the East kept their distance, the NWO continued to enforce their poli­cies for “safety and security” to the citizens, Greiner still held office, and my fear of reuniting with Barry remained persistent. But something happened today at 11:34 AM Eastern Time.

A radio transmission was intercepted at the Groom Lake military base in Nevada, also known as Area 51. The origin of the transmis­sion was said to have come from Munich, Germany. The dictator Greiner addressed the nation later that evening:

Today, at 11:34 AM, Eastern Time, a radio transmission was intercepted that originated from Munich, Germany. I will read an excerpt from the transmission: “We are alive. We need food. Send help quickly.” The transmission was approximately forty-two seconds in length and officials have already confirmed the authen­ticity of the transmission. We have a search and rescue team consisting of thousands of cargo planes to send the necessary aid to the people in the East. Scientists and soldiers will fly overseas, bring food and anything else deemed viable for the survivors and will stay for a period of 72 hours to research and assess the situation. After the 72-hour period, they will fly back to the United States with a full report of their findings and we will take the necessary steps in trying to deter­mine what will happen next. That is all.

Snow-like static replaced the image of Greiner as he walked away from his podium. That concluded the night’s broadcast and I was left with no sense of security. I knew what would happen. I knew that it was a trap. They were hungry and we were the only food supply left. A plague- it will sweep the planet and, in the end, when nothing is left, God’s wrath will be complete.

I awoke to a loud hum, the sound of what seemed like millions of bees swarming overhead the next morning. Thousands upon thousands of cargo planes flew high in the sky, over my house, and over the Atlantic Ocean towards the dark skies of the East. I only assumed that there would be a similar sight over the Pacific.

It was a magnificent sight that almost made me be proud to be an American again...almost. I felt vulnerable, powerless, just as I always had since the dawn of the New World Order, only now the feeling was amplified and different. Different because this was something beyond anyone’s control. I could avoid the military per­sonnel, the militias, the spies- but I could not avoid what was coming my way. There was nothing I can do but wait.

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DATE: MARCH 7, 2013

LOCATION: CASTLE ROCK, MAINE

PVT. JAMES WHITMORE

I could hear the swarm of bees approaching. Again, they had awoken me. I made my way downstairs, turned on the TV and looked out the window across the ocean as I listened to Greiner’s address to the nation already in progress. The dark clouds appeared to fol­low close behind the plane like locust.

... were attacked when their landing had been completed. We lost contact approximately ten minutes after touchdown and we fear that the enemy has rendered control over our air crafts and are now making an approach into our country. I am calling all citizens...

I shut the TV off. It didn’t matter what he said- nothing mat­tered. I wondered which plane Barry was on and if the devil rode with him. I stepped into the study and walked over to a desk papers stacked high; papers of no particular use- they were already there when I moved in. The vibrating humming noise shook the house- the planes were now overhead, flying low, land­ing anywhere and everywhere.

I opened the bottom drawer of the desk and pulled out an M9 Berreta that I kept concealed... just in case. The new war had arrived and I was prepared, only I wasn’t going to use it against whatever it was flying those planes. It was for me. I avoided a war once- I intend to avoid another. I have no hope that anyone will find this journal, but I do hope that it will make its way into the hands of Barry, or whoever he now was. Barry, I’m sorry, but I’m not cut out for this war shit. This body’s for you....