The Lost Ones

2027. A civil war. The second in America’s history. One so painful that it had been given no name. Despite the destruction the world still stood and lived just the same as it had been prior. The pain known to all with breath in their lungs and humanity still left in their hearts.

2037. The war was chosen to be forgotten by all who felt it. Adults hiding their own gruesome stories from their children. Now the past only memories known to all but the unborn. The children, the teens, the ones below the age of 25. After all, why dwell on the past if no oppressive government had risen to power? Why dwell if somehow through all the chaos they still managed to hold on to their American beliefs of freedom and equality? Why dwell on the past when their federal government was still intact, running the way it was still supposed to?
But what about the ones who were young when it all took place but still old enough to remember? What about the ones who grew, who remembered but who were convinced that it was all a dream. What about them?