The army drew closer. Every beat of the army marching was the sound of a stampede. Every organized beat and thump drove the sound louder into our heads. It came closer to us. Panic ran into our spines.  Fear wasn’t the problem it was our past, the time of our fathers the violence and the chaos.
I saw myself on the podium speaking out! “We will not stand for this. We will not let them take over our land. We fought before we will fight again be not afraid my brothers and sisters for together we will triumph over evil. This is our scared land.”
Just as I finished that thought the mortars started to fall from the sky. The attack had begun. If the others will coward I shan’t! I will be the hero. As the sky filled with death showers I quicken my pace. The grounding of the earth became more pronounced. Tanks! They were bringing an arsenal of weaponry a large amount of troops. My fate seemed gloomier but for justice, and for my own recognition I will fight. But now I will hide in the bushes waiting to strike.
Fear the army, Fear the Country, and Fear the Leader. I want them to know one more thing, the fear of the Unknown Soldier.