Daniel Jurado

War

            Now reader, we start this story in a small town in Mexico that no one cared enough to write down the name of. America and Mexico are in a raging war against each other. You also should know that the President’s speech basically was saying to send the aliens home. To the Legislation, this was a great idea. Their conversations went something like this. “

How splendid, if I do say so my self.” “Yes, rather smashing.” “Expulsion from our country? Why, what a wonderfully wonderful idea.” (These are obviously paraphrases.) The Americans followed up by jeering the Mexicans out of America. But that was not enough for the dissolute president. They had to attack. He figured that they could take all the Nazi gold from the Mexicans and the whole process could be quite lucrative. “They deserve it, tantalizing us with their gold.” Now, seeing as the Russians bombed the UN, no one could stop the Americans from attacking.

            I am sure you have had enough of me talking about the unimportant details. So on to the story. Commando force alpha was dropped in from a helicopter. They rushed up to the town hall and opened fire. Yes, you read that right. They just shot some bullets into the walls. But unlucky for the Mexicans (and the Americans as you will soon find out), the walls were fortified. So they tried a side door and quickly gained access. They subjugated half of the building. They other half was a meeting ground for the Mexican army. So the team decided on a terse meeting. “Let’s break into two teams. Team one goes on the left, team to on the right,” said their commanding officer.

            “Maybe we should have less mediocre strategy?” suggested an ignorant lieutenant. The commander feinted to the lieutenant’s left then punched him in the face.

            “Oh yes, why how about we climb into the ceiling and drop in on top of them? Wait, I know, because it would be stupid. Meeting adjourned.”

            They went through with the uncomplicated and not very well thought through strategy. As team one went into a bleak and unexciting hallway, they saw bleak and unexciting doors with bleak unexciting paint. They tried every one and found bleak and unimportant desks with bleak and unimportant papers. But then they found a bleak and less unexciting door and behind it found several American prisoners spouting erratic gibberish with illegible sign that might have been written in French tied around their necks. Only later did they find they meant “bleak and unexciting”.

“The clock strikes twelve at three!” said one.

“We must compensate the lack of horses with a surplus of fodder!” said another.

“Sully the bread to spite the poor!” said a third.

“I think they’ve been drugged,” said a soldier that no one knew the name of. Two of the team escorted them outside.

The other four continued and found the center of commerce for the Mexican army. (I know. You’re thinking “In a town hall in a small and unimportant town?” Well it doesn’t make much sense to me either.) The dictator of the People Democratic Democracy of Mexico was speaking with unflinching rage. The Americans made a sudden and very unintelligent action. They shot him. The confusion subjugated in the room as fire spreading across a building. The corpse of the leader rolled of the stage and landed on an inconveniently place missile detonator for a warhead inconveniently placed in the room. I know you are hoping some good will come from the story and all the people manage to escape. Sorry to burst your bubble, but they don’t. The Mexican warhead “Bomba Grande” was a 200-megaton bomb that wiped out half of Mexico and split the planet in half. I’m only here to write this because I made a time machine that I don’t feel like sharing with anyone. So, happy future.