By Allegiance 5 Comments
"I think the one question on everyone's mind during all of this crisis and confusion, is where is Allegiance?"
"Allegiance, previously one of the most beloved of America's icons, has disappeared off the face of the Earth, right when we need him most,"
"Where is the flag now?! Where is your icon?!"
"America is gone to sh!t and he flees like a coward. Just like those wannabe heroes. Just leave it to...The Champion I guess. He's the only one out there doing anything,"
"STRIKE has been accused of environmental terrorism because of what they have done during the Cataclysm. But they were also the only ones to really and truly respond to the crisis at hand. Where was Allegiance during all of it? Nowhere to be found,"
"He's no longer the icon we want. He's not only a coward and a liar, but he's also a bigoted loser who believes in something no one else believes in,"
"He believed in us. We believed in him. He had no strength left in his body, and we kept trying to lift him higher and higher. He's gone because we pushed him too far,"
"He's gone because he's afraid of continuing to fight for a country that's always going to tear itself apart,"
"He's gone because we don't need him,"
"He's no longer the icon we need."
It's all well and good while you're fighting. The people love you. They send you flowers, surplus packets, porn magazines, mixtapes of your favorite artists. Family keeps you going. I knew a few people whose only family were the ones they brought with them. The ones who fought with them, and died alongside them. Something always changed at that point. They either kept fighting and lost their minds, or died then and there. Grief can shred a man's soul apart faster than a grenade. It hurts worse, too.
It hasn't changed.
The people are always with you when you fight. They've got your back. They're holding your hand. They're pushing you through the next trench, through the heat of the inferno. Then they start dying off or they lose interest because the fight's going on for too long. Or because you lost a few limbs and can't work. Or because you died. If you found a nice piece of mud to stay in, they left you behind. Trampled your grave. Kept going. It's the war machine effort, grinding forever onward. People spat on it back in the day. They hated the gears and grinding treads. They wanted to dismantle it back in the day.
But, like human nature has shown us time and time again, the war machine trudges forever onward. It keeps going, consuming young boys and girls, men and women, just to keep going. So that's when the peace lovers became warmongers. They wanted to feed the machine. Forty years later, and the mutants became top priority. Genocidal maniacs preached about mutant superiority. They wanted to exterminate the human race. They wanted to eliminate their only possible competition at the top of the food chain. What did humanity instantly put down on the field?
They unleashed the war machine. They unleashed the boots, and the guns, and the bombs. Venezuela happened. Paris happened. Washington DC happend. All over the world, and humanity suffered. It's the same story all over again.
Again and again and again and again.
Take one step out of line, and you're trampled into the mud. Spat on. Forgotten. Other people have already taken up the shield and stripes. Allegiance isn't the icon America needs. Not anymore. The country's moved on without him. The war machine keeps going, forever onward.
It hasn't changed.