The Missing Soldier (Book One)

The war was here. Everyone saw it coming for a long time to come. And with so many people left in the states, the government was beginning to get desperate. A new world was beginning to rise, one where trackers were assigned to us, and certain memories were locked away and hidden from us if it proven to be to hard to handle for our fragile minds. The government now chose twenty males that were in the age group of 18-28 to serve in the front lines. The war had begun two and a half years ago and it was still raging like it had just begun. The resistance was fighting back and had no plans of backing down.

Jackson was one of them. His name was called one year, six months and seven days ago. He went missing about three months ago. I remember opening the door to see two army men standing on my doorstep with their hands clasped together in front of them. When they started talking is when my mind went blank. What was I gonna do...? Is the question I asked myself as I closed the door and slowly slid down the back of the door, I flinched as I heard our son Joshua begin to cry over the monitor. I was now a widow. A single mother. All because of a war. Those thoughts raged through my head as I let out a sob and buried my head in my hands.