RED ARMY STORY

Part 1

I, Paul Revere, along with my friend Patryck Gould , were sitting  in the dimly lit, Red Army conference room. It was about 08.22 ( 8:22 P.m.) in the evening and I was explaining to my fellow soldier the plan for attack. I was confident in this plan, yes, but now and then my thoughts would double back.  'What if something goes terribly wrong?'

I had told Patryck, " Now, ring the alarm once if Tom's army come by land, and twice if by sea.". Patryck seemed to understand, yet still I was unsure. I had decided to do a test run, just in case, so all would go well.

As I presumed, Patryck was capable of The job, and the signal radio was in check. 'Now nothing could go wrong.... Right?'

        Due to the fact that I have a tendency to sleep in, It was 15 minutes past 06.00 when I awoke the next day. By the time I had rolled out of my (cot?), Patryck had already showered and gotten into uniform. Our Uniforms consisted of no more than our red turtleneck sweaters and a blue military coat, along with navy blue cargo pants, so it didn't take long to put on.

As I was still tired, the dim lights seemed blinding, and it made getting ready more difficult. After a hard morning, it was finally 06.45. I was ready, and we began heading to the mess hall for our beginning meal.

By the time Patryck and I had finished our patrols and done our training for the day, it was around 07.00 pm, and I was traveling up the scarlet red elevator to General Larsson's office. I was told to report to his room with the medic, David.

I had never liked the Medic, but he was the only one in The Red Army that was capable of doing his job, so I mostly kept quiet. Needless to say, it was one long elevator ride. Patryck on the other hand, was told to stay on the main floor of the base, incase the Brits attacked early.

When we reached the Red Leader's office, the room was filled with tension. For a while, we had planned for the night attack, yet still, it was an uneasy thought. As David and I discussed our thoughts with the Red Leader,  he had shot a look of pure hatred out the open window moments before the Patryck had sounded the alarm. The Medic and I jumped out of our seats and raced to the intercom . " All soldiers to the battlefield!" I called as the Blue Navy's battle ships came into view, led by our leader's sworn enemy. Thomas Ridgewell.

Sorry it was so short! I wanted to get around to something if you guys wanted me to. I know there aren't a lot of you but let me know! Do you want me to re-write this as a whole fan fiction?The would be plenty more details, and would go throughout the entire day. Even if you didn't like it, give me so commentary or criticism! So please jut let me know!

Now I gotta make like a bakery truck and move some buns! Inky out!