The Battlefront

The Battlefront

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Charlotte Esme Burton, a young lady born stronger than the average woman. She lived with her family in the countryside. Her family was poor and often struggled to make ends meet. She grew up with a passion for fighting and proving herself strong, trained by her father in combat often landing them both a scolding by Mrs Burton. The country went to war and everyone was required to contribute by sending a man from their family to war. The Burtons did not have a single man in the family and the only male they had was Charlotte's five-year-old younger brother who would have been forced to join the war as Mr Burton had died. Charlotte couldn't bear the thought of her younger brother dying on the battlefield at the age of five and instead took his place, scorned by the society. "The battlefield is no place for a woman! Come on Charlotte, I'm sure they wouldn't let your younger brother suffer too badly. You're a lady!" her mother scolded her. "He will see things that children are not supposed to experience at such a young age. He is just a boy! And I can take care of myself! You know that very well, so I'm going." What happens when she experiences firsthand the difficulties of surviving on the battlefront. To add onto her troubles, she is a woman and is scorned by all the men within the camp for volunteering to fight. Will she crack under the pressure or not?
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I always knew i wasn't meant for the heels anyway. When I joined the army, I was young and foolish. I thought I would become invencible but my first experience in the field showed me just how naive I was. Abandoned by my own nation, with a team of 5 brave men, sent on a suicidal misson. In the middle of the nowhere, thirsty, starving, I realized the real essence of humanity. We conquered the desert, we completed the mission, they said. We were heroes, they said. However, most of us, dead heroes. I lost my whole team to the desert. The president, the media, never confirmed their deaths. They gave them as lost in the field when I myself saw them fall one by one. They gave them as lost in battle when we both know just how they died. My mistake? I opened my mouth. I was not gonna let them spread lies about my men, about my team! Mistaken airstrike? My ass! My men died because the people in the white house decided we weren't worthy of support. I threatened to expose the truth myself and when I did, they had no better way to shut me up than to send me back to war. However, if before who my enemies were was crystal clear, this time I wasn't so sure. I wasn't gonna let their deaths be in vain. I wasn't gonna let them sell the lie. The truth would come out, even if I had to go through hell and back. And I did...

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