Dear Planet Earth,
I donâ€™t know if anyoneâ€™s reading this. I donâ€™t know if anyoneâ€™sÂ left to read this. This blog has been more a personal diary for me sinceÂ the beginning. Itâ€™s allowed me to isolate my thoughts and actions with little regard about the world at large. The truth is now more clear to me than ever â€” that Iâ€™m not alone, that I never was. Iâ€™m part of a much bigger group with a shared history that calls itself â€œthe human race.â€
The first explosions started sometimeÂ yesterday morning. I watched mystified asÂ Lieutenant Christiansen disappeared in a swift blast of fire and ash. Other soldiers screamed in agony and confusion from all sides. Half of a Hummer landed inches away from my crouched body. I could feel the heat of the flames on my face as someone grabbed me by the arm and forced me to run.
I ran with the rest of our disbanded band of brothers, who sporadically turned around and blindly fired their rifles. I ran for hours, but no matter how far it seemed like Iâ€™d gone, I could still hear the explosions just as loud, could still feel the flames just as hot.
Weâ€™re moving out in the transport trucks any minute now. General Talpa said weâ€™ll need to leave behind all non-essential equipment to stay under the weight limit, and that includes my netbook.
I donâ€™t know whatâ€™s coming next. I donâ€™t know if I can survive a next battle. All I know is we finally have a name for our enemies. Itâ€™s been on the tip of our tongues ever since this started, but weâ€™ve been too blind and proud to admit it. Weâ€™re being invaded from beings beneath the earthâ€™s crust whoâ€™veÂ watched and waited for years, planning an unrelenting strike to wipe out every single member of the human race.
Weâ€™re under attack from mole men, and our world will never be the same.
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