I have been meaning to say this for about two months now, only now have I gotten around to it. As the title suggests, it is time I take my leave. Don't worry, it is not because of you. Normally I try to keep my personal life and you guys (and gals) seperate, but you must know my reasons. I am falling extremely behind in school, and I have to deal with my argumentive parents all day. The stress is building up, and I am sorry if I may have vented on some of you, namely dvp and Malgus. So, a little note. I'm delaying The Underground until I get back, which will be at least a month, maybe two. Also, I wrote a little story, mostly because I have not written in a long while. So, here it is, my last(?) farewell.
This war is ours.
I look out of the window, more of a crammed slot, out at the enemy's capital below. Four long years have led to today, this moment. I get up from my seat, then activate my armor, readying for my high altitude drop. I slide my helmet over my head, then locking it in place, then the HUD blinks on.
As the gate in the dropship begins to open, I think of all my friends and comrades who died to bring us to this day. Jackson, he died saving a family of civies from a bomb. I slowly approach the ramp. Avery, clubbed to death in a PoW camp riot. A gust of wind enters the release module, pushing me back. Chopper, flew himself through a barrage of AA, to allow us to escape via heli, then crashing himself into a radar station.
I grab hold of the release bar, my breath beginning to fog up my helmet. I continue my list of casualites. Brandon, gunned down by friendlies in an anti-war protest. Now, I was the last man standing of Nova squad, once highly respected. But, despite these crushing losses, I knew that unless I stood and fought, their sacrifices would be in vain. I picked up a the bomb, a reconditioned anti-matter warhead, capable of vaporizing the inner half of the city, then leaped into the sky, for I knew, this war was ours, and my comrades were always at my back.
In the last seconds before detonation, I said goodbye to my wife and unborn daughter, and hello to the Reaper. Then, black. The war was over, but at what cost? Nothing to most, everything to some. But the most important part, was Nova was back together, and that was all I cared about.
And so, I finally take my leave. I shall not forget you, and I would be selfish to ask the same. Just remember to value what is most important, and to stand your ground until the end. History determines victors, but people determine heroes. Goodbye, until I return.
