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Subject: The Horrors of War (based on events in halo)
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That was great when is the next one? I know you got the idea and alout of the matereal from the halo setup called Beleave. But good story all the same.

  • 03.15.2008 8:56 PM PDT
Subject: The Horrors of War (based on events in halo)

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I can still remember it, clear as day, the last battle. That was 50 years ago, and on that fateful day is when we finally ended the bloodshed. My name is Cameron McNalty, and I fought in that terrible war so long ago, I was only 25 when the first attack happened. The enemy’s first strike was at a base camp where the new recruits were being trained for battle, I was there. The just came so fast and in huge numbers as if from out of nowhere. First they sent in the Bombers and then the infantry came. The slaughtered anyone they could find. Luckily I was able to hide myself inside of one of the warehouses there, underneath a cardboard box I saw lying on the floor. I still remember hearing all the plasma fire and the assault rifles.

But let me tell you about the gruesome final battle at Mandrigal. It was the seventh day of fighting and we ran out of ammo. We picked up anything we could find that was battle worthy. The most we could find was some pistol ammo, shotgun shells, a handful of grenades, and about 30 rockets. I remember when my squad was hit by a rocket, it sent our jeep flying. I managed to get into the turret in the back; thewarthog was on its side. The amount of dead bodies I saw would drive any normal man insane. So many of my friends lost the heat of battle.

The enemy took almost no prisoners. Speaking of the enemy, they were made up of all kinds of creatures. Some were huge gorilla-like animals that had amazing strength, they were called Brutes. There were also bird-like creatures that were some of their best sharp-shooters, also known as Jackels. There was the small monkey-like grunts that took most of the blows. The disgusting insect-like drones that bombarded us with powerful weapons from the sky. The most deadly of them all were the Hunters that they sent out in pairs, they carried a fuel rod cannon in one arm and an enormous shield on the other. Together they were almost unbeatable, but we managed to pull through.

The only reason that I am here right now speaking with you is because of him, our savior. His name, not too many knew, but we all knew him as Master Chief petty . He was the only soldier to be able to take on multiple enemies at once and beat them all in a matter of seconds. At some point, I think this is how it happened; Chief was knocked unconscious and was nearly mauled by a brute holding him up by the neck. But just then he regained consciousness, armed his grenade he was holding, and threw it into a large pack of brutes. When it went off, it killed about 10 or 15 of them.

After 8 long days, the battle ended when our reinforcements came and destroyed anything that wasn’t human or indigenous to earth. It was on that day when the war finally ended. Even now, 50 years later, this battle field is drenched in the blood of allies and enemies. If only chief was still here to protect us, we’d know we’ll be safe. Standing here today, I feel as if the battle isn’t over yet, it’s just the beginning of an even bigger ordeal that has yet to come. This is the war experience of Sergeant Cameron McNalty, age 80, I wish never to fight in that manner again. Chief, where ever you are, you're still needed.

  • 03.15.2008 6:45 PM PDT