Winds of Change

“The winds of change are here….can you feel it?”

The man spoke as if to himself those words, low soft and barely audible.

He stood on a hillside, face dirty, ragged, bloody uniform that didn’t fit.

Their ammunition was about gone, the fighting force had shrunk, it wasn’t very mobile.

“We hadn’t started this war, they had flown the planes low, they fired the first shot.”

The soldier thought back to high school when he had seen the plane hit the tower.

25 years since he had joined the war, and was sent to Iraq to fill a dead mans slot.

The military was pulled out of Iraq in 2010; the enemy had gained confidence and power.

They had gained the whole world, until only America stood alone.

They were like locust, huge black clouds descending on the nations of the world.

The nations fell one by one, until all of their governments lay prone.

Only one nation had stood proud, its mighty flag flying high and unfurled.

The locust had spied the fruitful plains, the purple mountains, lined up like bowling pins.

The solider wiped his brow, and from memory tried to recall where liberty once stood.

“We fight for you lady, we will do our best, but only God knows who wins.”