Reflective Essay: My First Vietnam War

I had just turned 27. I woke up to my train car and like every time I wake up, I study my photos of Pripyats beauty before the tragic war.. My father walked in and said “Artyom, come with me to meet an old friend” I got up slowly but I new who he was talking about. My father was the general of the green station down here in the metro. He was a tall man who always wore a leather trench coat with a revolver on his right side,but he always seemed cheerful. Most people liked him because he never asked much of the people.
We walked through the main part of our station people begging outside the bar, a man throwing up down a platform. Then I looked outside the grated gate and saw the burn pile burning and the smell of burning flesh, I gaged.
As I walked with him I started to think about how we ended up down here. When there was a shortage of gas countries led to less friendly ways of getting there hands on it. Eventually one country but no one know exactly which one launched a nuclear missile. Starting the first and last nuclear war.
So when the nukes hit the ukraine many people hid in the metro, and survived the bombs. Today was a special day. For the first time in seven years a ranger was coming to our station. Rangers are people who go to the surface
It's strange how people work when it comes to protecting family. “This wasn't just an attack they were running from something” my father said “ the dark ones like you said Artyom, it's their greatest weapon fear… “ sir the dark ones killed our last barikad!” we all rushed to the barikad to see our men like all the rest that made contact with the dark ones. I looked across sector two as we ran our pigs killed our grain burned, this was our strongest sector and now it's gone I thought. When we arrive at the barikad Two were dead and one's mind was infected but it doesn't matter it always ends in the same result. “ this threat must be eliminated” said strelok “ I must go” “Artyom” strelok