Hello, my name is Charles

by on March 12, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

The America of the Vietnam era was one filled with civil violence, bombings, and the assassinations of powerful civil and political figures. It was a culture war between young socialist radicals who had grown up after World War II and their parents who had fought the Nazis, Japan, or even the Communists. The radicals called for an end to “Imperialist America” and the rise of a new socialist utopia where everyone would be equal. America stayed ahead of their demands via several Constitutional Amendments that guaranteed the equality they sought.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on March 11, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Character Profiles, Diaries

You know Katy was a half-century veteran of the United States Space Force when The War started? She’d actually flown Blackhawks when they were frontline fighters. She had some serious experience. I should have been assigned to her wing, not the other way around. Aneerin was adamant though. All new Cowboys had to learn the ropes from original Cowboys, no matter how much experience they had. We were the first American unit under Peloran command, so we did what he said. But I learned a lot more about ropes from Katy than I ever taught her.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on March 10, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Summer was born at the University of Melbourne Australia sometime in the 2050s. Even she is a bit hazy on when exactly she stopped being just a program and started thinking for herself. There was no moment of astonished awakening for her. She simply…evolved over time and one day realized that she was conscious. That proved a very good thing when she started picking up indications that the Chinese were about to expand into Australian territory.

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I Have a Dream

by on March 9, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Fifty years ago, Reverend Martin Luther King and many others crossed a bridge and were attacked for doing so based on the color of their skin. I did not live in that world. I was born in the seventies and grew up in the eighties, in a time and an America that say people, not the color of their skin. It’s hard for me to even imagine a time or place where color was an excuse to make someone ride in the back of a bus or go to a different bathroom. America is better now than we were then. Let’s keep improving her. Let’s keep dreaming.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on March 8, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

The peace that ended the Second IndoChina War did not last of course. The socialists spent two years rebuilding and attacked again. That was a lesson in why one should never trust socialists. They are always looking for other peoples’ money to steal. South Vietnam asked for help again and the American government refused to send aid. And that is a lesson in why one should never trust the American government. They are only interested in taking other peoples’ money. And yes. I am aware of the similarities.

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