To Late To Fix Anything

Fire In The Sky, Land And Sea

The news are on all the channels, nothing else to see. The same thing over and over again. Unknown enemy strikes again, or, New planes to eliminate the enemy are being developed but have not been able to be disclosed to the public.

Switching on to the Genome Proyect Channel a random lady speaks about the all new Neural Bank System. They want to download all the people they can before we inevitably lose the war and go extinct. More desperate plans to conserve a species that has long ago expired.

The bar is silent, all stare at the screen, waiting for a miracle. I'm just waiting for my jar of kvass. Nothing seems to be happening at all outside. The streets are barren of normal people. There are just troops of all ages marching, walking or slouching down the road on there way to CFB Edmond.

A soldier enters the bar, red as a tomato and sweating do to the weight of the backpack and rifle he carries. He stands in the middle of the bar next to a pillar just to recline against it and procedes to speak in a tired yet monotone voice.

-All those present here are being given a chance by the General to enlist and participate in the upcoming battle. The latest you could enlist is today at noon. The mission is in three days. Thank you for your time.-

The soldier turned around and left the establishment as tired as he entered and resumed the march back to base. A young man and all his companions drank what was left of their drinks and went in the direction the soldier went. The bartender still as slow as ever, hadn't brought me my drink. I lean forward and reach for the bottle myself.

The TV is still on and we all stare as live feed is coming through to all the viewers world wide of the battle of the Atlantic. Waves smash into the sides of the Destroyers, rocking them back and forth while the enemy's giant scrap ships fire relentlessly at them. Suddenly the helicopter filming the scene is shot. The image fades to a garbled mess. The bartender switches to another channel, same mess. Another battle with no possibility to win.

I finish my kvass and pay half the price, shouldn't pay the lousy bartender at all. I pick up my bag and leave. I have two options: to the left is the CFB Edmond and to the right is the hotel that I live at.