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Copyrights reserved by the author. If you are in doubt, please click on 'Copyrights' and read the details. The fantasy of a political nightmare by J. G. Fabiano I popped out of bed as if I was never asleep. My eyes were wide opened and I intently listened for the next explosion. For a few seconds there was nothing heard except for small arms fire and an occasional scream. I looked down at my bed and noticed it was totally wet with sweat. It was not that it was a hot summer day because the weather had been good to us in that it felt more like fall then spring. I felt myself smiling because fall used to be one of my favorite seasons with the leaves of the trees mimicking most of the colors of the rainbow and the air smelling of salt air and freshness but then my smile fell into a frown because ever since the occupation these types of thoughts could only put one’s guard down and thus end one’s life. Reality used to be different in what used to be one of the most beautiful places on Earth. I still couldn’t understand why the powerful United Islamic Republic of the Middle East decided to attack my nation. They used the excuse that we as a nation refused to get rid of our nuclear stockpiles. They even sent in investigators to find these weapons of mass destruction and I thought the threat was over because no armaments were found. However, their government decided it was necessary to change my government because it represented a threat to them and the world even though my nation had no ties to any terrorist group or nation that wanted to hurt their nation. They stated our government had more of our citizens behind bars then any other society on the planet. They stated there were a larger percentage of people without medical insurance then any other place in the world. They stated my nation was destroying the environment of the entire world because of our industrial standards and policies. They used all of these reasons to both promote and thus invade my nation under the guise that our people would welcome them as liberators so we could join the world community and finally get rid of the yolk of our present government. They thought they could use their billions of dollars to buy our servitude to them. Needless to say they were wrong. Everyone knew why the UIR was attempting to have the world go to war with my nation. Hell! All the other nations of the world knew this. We still owned some of the most valuable resources on the face of the Earth. My nation still represented a society filled with hard-working citizens whose productivity always outpaced all of the nations of the world. We knew there were powerful economic factors in the UIR who wanted to both control our nation in order to become more wealthy and powerful. We just never thought they would try. We did not welcome the powerful armies of the UIR when they swept over our lands. We did not empty out our homes to throw roses at an army who promised to make all of our lives better and promised to rebuild my nation by re-organizing our schools and industries. They promised to spend billions of their money to rebuild our infra-structure so that we could all live better lives. They promised that their occupation would not last long because we would be soon allowed to elect our own government. Of course it was obvious that this government had to be approved by them and that this government was to never drift away from the policies and politics of the UIR. At first most of us had a ‘wait and see’ attitude. Maybe they were right because after all they were the most powerful nation on the face of the Earth but, after a few months, it became evident they were truly occupiers of our nation. They imprisoned most of my leaders, started to force their morals, ethics, and social attitudes on everyone, and looked down on us as being beneath them because we did not believe in their form of society. In other words, they thought they were liberators but acted like occupiers. We then started to fight back. Brave groups of people started to work together to fight off the invaders. Soldiers who were forced to become civilians became soldiers again. Under incredible odds they started to fight back. They used everything in their means from hunting rifles to ammunitions they stole from their enemies. At first the attacks were small but after awhile they became organized for after all if one can’t fight for their country what can one fight for. The UIR called us insurgents but we preferred to be called freedom fighters. The UIR fought back against our attacks by destroying our homes and killing anyone they thought was part of the insurgency. Innocent women and children were being killed under the guise they were trying to protect us. Many of us were imprisoned and tortured because the invaders thought they could break our spirit and our love of our country and freedom. They could not understand that our leaders were not our nation. Our nation was what our fathers and father’s father had fought for and protected. We were not fighting for any individual. We were fighting for our way of life. Men and women who used to be fisherman, businessmen, housewives and scholars became frontline fighters. Young men and women now became the writers and publishers of writings that told the truth about what was going on in their nation. Children who used to spend their days at play became the couriers between the pockets of freedom fighters who the occupiers were trying to destroy and teachers and professionals became the road side bomb makers and navigators helping in any way they could to get their nation back. The price for our freedoms became incredibly high as whole families were killed or imprisoned. Many of my friends were killed in their quest to force the occupiers to leave our lands. We desperately tried to tell the world we were being abused and imprisoned by this powerful nation because of their quest to control our natural resources and thus become more powerful. We were convinced they were listening and understood our dilemma but were afraid to do anything but object to the UIR’s policies because they were afraid they could be the next nation to be liberated. As hard as our occupiers attempted to break the spread of our insurrection they were starting to fail. What started out as a few isolated incidents in the rural areas of my nation began to spread to the major cities where large groups of our freedom fighters organized in order to rid our nation of the invaders. New leaders, whose only motive was to get our nation back rose to power. Many were either killed or imprisoned without any charge but were soon replaced by others fearing that imprisonment by another nation was not worth security and safety of oneself but, the odds were still against us and the resolve of the UIR seemed unbreakable under their present regime. I only wonder if their citizens understood what their leaders were doing to a people who before this time had no ill will against them. After a while our struggle for freedom took an uncomfortable turn. The UIR started to recruit some of our own citizens in order to have them become the new policeman and military that would give the illusion the UIR was giving our nation back. They said they wanted to leave a nation that was stronger and more aligned with what they thought the world should be. Because of this we were being forced to fight our own people. We were forced to kill a new army of occupiers before they became too powerful and represented a final defeat in the attempt to get our nation back. Everyone knew the struggle would be a long and costly one but all who were involved clearly understood this battle had to be fought if we would ever be allowed to get our nation back and have the capacity to give our children a legacy that was not based on being imprisoned both politically and economically by another nation. I popped out of bed as if I was never asleep. My eyes were wide opened and I intently listened for the next explosion. After a few microseconds I wondered why I thought I would hear an explosion. Looking down at my bed I saw that it was wet with my sweat probably due to a terrible nightmare I just woke up from and was not allowed to remember. I then felt myself smiling because fall has always been one of my favorite seasons with the leaves of the trees mimicking most of the colors of the rainbow with the air smelling of salt air and freshness. I just wish the whole world could feel the security and peace of this present point in my life. THE END
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