Recently I have been interested in breaking the rules of structured writing and what publishers or critics want you to do. I am interested in doing it with the newspaper, and also with this blog. Just as a start, I am going to continue my series of story fragments about the father and son, Gunnar and Sean, living during a future world-war.
Instead of writing a traditional short story, I am only going to present fragments of letters, transmissions, dialog, etc. to tell the story and to give the reader a glimpse into this world.
Please read “Serenity” and “This Isn’t America” first.
Serenity (part one): https://wordpress.com/post/61124841/470/
This isn’t America (part two): https://wordpress.com/post/61124841/474
I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am. You will never read this, perhaps no one will, but writing this letter is just as important to me as if you had. I made a big mistake, many years ago, and now the world is paying the price, even if they don’t see it that way.
You told me once that I was wrong for siding with the United States, for fighting against the Empire. You said that I followed my superiors blindly. I didn’t. I was involved in the decision making, I knew what I was getting myself into.
Its showering outside, just like all of those days when I would take you into the woods to go fishing or hiking. I have been looking out towards those mountains every day since you left, hoping and praying to the unknown that you were right. I hoped and prayed that the government would never find you, because I wouldn’t be able to let myself live if they tortured you.
I realized that you were right six days ago. I received orders from the high command of the United States of America, wanting me to lead an assault on the Empire’s mainland. They said that it would be the strike that ends this bloody war and returns the world to a state of peace not seen in decades. No more American lives would have to be taken by this conflict. I followed my orders, and delivered the devices to the mainland. I ordered the strikes against the capital and the coastal cities just like I was told, without even thinking about what it was that I was doing.
They are estimating millions of civilian deaths. The Empire surrendered all right, they wouldn’t be able to stand another hit. Is this what victory feels like? No. This is what it feels like to be the modern Hitler. This wasn’t another Hiroshima or Nagasaki, this was cold blooded and unnecessary murder. What has the U.S. become? What have I become?
They will say that my mission saved the world. They will call me a hero, a savior, and a saint. I am none of these things. My mission toppled the last free nation of the world. Now who can stand against the might of the great American superpower?
I can. I wish that I could join you in the Empire, living alongside the free. I am about to do something that there is no coming back from. I’m going to get revenge for everything that has occurred in this broken world.
I love you, son,