The PeoplesFreedom
02-06-2007, 00:56
High Command, The Peoples Freedom
Chattering and yelling dominated the area where the speech was to be given. The reporters and talk show hosts had been talking about this for a couple of weeks now and finally the moment was here. Grand General Molkte walked slowly up to the podium, he looked dashing in his uniform, decorated with the highest awards, many of them with oak leaf clusters. His cap with the Imperial Gold Eagle shined brightly in the sunshine of the late afternoon. His chiseled cheeks, scared by a wound he had received, didn't take away from his magnificence and confidence. Molkte moved with the grace of a man who knew he'd done great things. But now, quite possibly, this would be his greatest challenge yet, and he looked forward to it. Chatter died down as he finally reached the podium.
" Ladies and Gentlemen, Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines, I come before you today as a man needing your help. You see, The Holy Reich of The Peoples Freedom is in need of assistance. The country, which so many of you love and hold dear, is in need of help. The armies and navies of our enemies seek to destroy us, to kill your family members. They seek to destroy your way of life, to conquer us and incorporate you into their empires. Will they destroy us? NO, I say, they will not, because WE are stronger than them! Our armies will crush theirs! Our Air Force will annihilate them! Our Marines will blitz their shores! Our Navy will sink theirs! But! We cannot do this without your help! Dear citizens, I call upon you, the nation calls upon you to make sacrifices today! We need your help in this struggle of good versus evil! Of God's people versus godlessness! Together, my dear friends, we will defeat the enemy at our shores, drive him out, and chase them to their shores! They will not defeat us! For we will defeat them, for we are stronger! God march with you!"
Chattering and yelling dominated the area where the speech was to be given. The reporters and talk show hosts had been talking about this for a couple of weeks now and finally the moment was here. Grand General Molkte walked slowly up to the podium, he looked dashing in his uniform, decorated with the highest awards, many of them with oak leaf clusters. His cap with the Imperial Gold Eagle shined brightly in the sunshine of the late afternoon. His chiseled cheeks, scared by a wound he had received, didn't take away from his magnificence and confidence. Molkte moved with the grace of a man who knew he'd done great things. But now, quite possibly, this would be his greatest challenge yet, and he looked forward to it. Chatter died down as he finally reached the podium.
" Ladies and Gentlemen, Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines, I come before you today as a man needing your help. You see, The Holy Reich of The Peoples Freedom is in need of assistance. The country, which so many of you love and hold dear, is in need of help. The armies and navies of our enemies seek to destroy us, to kill your family members. They seek to destroy your way of life, to conquer us and incorporate you into their empires. Will they destroy us? NO, I say, they will not, because WE are stronger than them! Our armies will crush theirs! Our Air Force will annihilate them! Our Marines will blitz their shores! Our Navy will sink theirs! But! We cannot do this without your help! Dear citizens, I call upon you, the nation calls upon you to make sacrifices today! We need your help in this struggle of good versus evil! Of God's people versus godlessness! Together, my dear friends, we will defeat the enemy at our shores, drive him out, and chase them to their shores! They will not defeat us! For we will defeat them, for we are stronger! God march with you!"