Lately I’ve reflected on how events in human history leave an imprint on their minds. An event that is so profound, so shocking that the person will remember the exact moment that it occurred and what they were doing. Events like the Challenger Explosion, the JFK assassination and September 11th. It seems that those events don’t just leave an imprint on the persons mind, but also the soul.
I’ll never forget the moment that they came, and how that single event altered not just the course of my life, but the life of every human being on the planet. I often wonder what would have happened if they had never arrived. Never interfered with our planet. So much happened that I don’t know if I will ever make sense of what did happen. That’s why I’m writing this it seems – to try and make sense of what happened, and to put all the pieces together. And, most importantly, to give people a new perspective.
What follows is the best account that I can piece together not just from my own journals and memories, but from the accounts of my brothers and sisters in arms who were there with me. Stories that I heard in bars and barracks across the galaxy, tales from people transferring in and out. Snippets of information that I could find in logs, journals, official documents and “official” documents. I don’t know if any one will find this one day and read it. Maybe a historian will find it and argue whether or not what I write is accurate? Personally, I don’t care what the historians say. This is my story, and the story of the [REDACTED], as told through the eyes of the people who lived it. This is the truth as we soldiers, sailors, pilots and spacers saw it.
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The fateful day occurred in [REDACTED], while the Third World War was starting to get into full swing. I was at [REDACTED] training with my National Guard unit to deploy to Europe…
From the journals of Colonel [REDACTED]
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