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monitor beside me. It was somehow able to show us the baby in perfect detail as he sat inside of me.
“We’re doing well. The painkillers are working.”
Despite all of the pain, the stress, and the incredibly exhausting process, I held my baby son that day in my arms. It was the best day of my life.
Chapter 2
Axel
I had a son, I couldn’t believe it. It’s never real until you hold him in your arms and look into his little brown eyes. People always say he’s got your nose, or your eyes, but I could see myself in him. It was indescribable. We decided on the name Jacob, after my grandfather. My father may not have been the figure I needed him to be, but my grandfather was always there for me. Even when the cancer beat him down, he still helped me any way he could.
He gave me a piece of advice before the disease took him, he said: The world’s going to get worse and it’s going to try and drag you down with it, boy. No matter what, you don’t let it change you. You stay true to yourself and those you love. Always remember that.
Jaclyn, or as I called her, Jackie, wasn’t one to follow current events. She always said the news was depressing. She was right, but things were brewing, big things. I barely had time to get her back home from the hospital with our newborn son before it all came crashing down.
I sat on the side of the bed, hunched over my smartphone. Jacob had kept us both up for most of the night so Jackie was finally getting some much needed rest. I was reading the news story that would change my life, forever.
Tensions between the U.S. and the countries that we all owed money to had been growing; when it became clear those debts weren’t going to get repaid anytime soon. We had powerful enemies breathing down our necks, and now they finally cracked. After forming an alliance and pooling their resources, the Eastern Organized Front, or the EOF for short, decided it was time to step over the line. Our navy and their own were at each other’s throats somewhere out in the Pacific, but that day, June 17th, 2025, they opened fire on us without warning.
World War III they called it, the war that would end the United States. It was us against them, and it didn’t take a five-star general to see that we were immensely outnumbered.
The sensible thing to do would be to back down, but our president was just as much of a hothead as I was. So we signed the documents and in his infinite wisdom he decided to reinstate a draft.
All able-bodied men between the ages of eighteen and thirty would be required to enlist. Short of breaking both my legs, I qualified. My hands were trembling as I set the phone down beside me on the bed. I looked back to Jackie and then over to Jacob’s crib. I couldn’t leave them without a husband and father, but I didn’t have much of a choice either. If I enlisted, I would be killed. We all would, this wasn’t a war you could win.
So I had two choices: suicide or fugitive. If I ran, they would hunt me, but if I went quietly, they’d have me serve as fodder on some god-forsaken field for the enemy. I slowly stood up and walked over to Jacob’s crib. He was sleeping soundly, I couldn’t risk waking him up. I grabbed the leather jacket my grandfather gave me, pulled on a pair of blue jeans, and walked out to the kitchen. I took the magnetic tablet off the fridge and set it on our modest table. Paper had been outlawed in 2020 when a bill passed to cease deforestation of the Earth’s major ecosystems.
The damage had been done if you asked me, but the bill forced the government to provide cheap electronic solutions for everything from books, to journals, to sketchbooks and school textbooks. Of course, all of that was going to cost money, money we didn’t have.
I tried to type using the onscreen keyboard but it was too frustrating. I turned on the voice-to-text mode and walked to the opposite side of the kitchen.
“Jackie, by the time you read this I’ll already be
“We’re doing well. The painkillers are working.”
Despite all of the pain, the stress, and the incredibly exhausting process, I held my baby son that day in my arms. It was the best day of my life.
Chapter 2
Axel
I had a son, I couldn’t believe it. It’s never real until you hold him in your arms and look into his little brown eyes. People always say he’s got your nose, or your eyes, but I could see myself in him. It was indescribable. We decided on the name Jacob, after my grandfather. My father may not have been the figure I needed him to be, but my grandfather was always there for me. Even when the cancer beat him down, he still helped me any way he could.
He gave me a piece of advice before the disease took him, he said: The world’s going to get worse and it’s going to try and drag you down with it, boy. No matter what, you don’t let it change you. You stay true to yourself and those you love. Always remember that.
Jaclyn, or as I called her, Jackie, wasn’t one to follow current events. She always said the news was depressing. She was right, but things were brewing, big things. I barely had time to get her back home from the hospital with our newborn son before it all came crashing down.
I sat on the side of the bed, hunched over my smartphone. Jacob had kept us both up for most of the night so Jackie was finally getting some much needed rest. I was reading the news story that would change my life, forever.
Tensions between the U.S. and the countries that we all owed money to had been growing; when it became clear those debts weren’t going to get repaid anytime soon. We had powerful enemies breathing down our necks, and now they finally cracked. After forming an alliance and pooling their resources, the Eastern Organized Front, or the EOF for short, decided it was time to step over the line. Our navy and their own were at each other’s throats somewhere out in the Pacific, but that day, June 17th, 2025, they opened fire on us without warning.
World War III they called it, the war that would end the United States. It was us against them, and it didn’t take a five-star general to see that we were immensely outnumbered.
The sensible thing to do would be to back down, but our president was just as much of a hothead as I was. So we signed the documents and in his infinite wisdom he decided to reinstate a draft.
All able-bodied men between the ages of eighteen and thirty would be required to enlist. Short of breaking both my legs, I qualified. My hands were trembling as I set the phone down beside me on the bed. I looked back to Jackie and then over to Jacob’s crib. I couldn’t leave them without a husband and father, but I didn’t have much of a choice either. If I enlisted, I would be killed. We all would, this wasn’t a war you could win.
So I had two choices: suicide or fugitive. If I ran, they would hunt me, but if I went quietly, they’d have me serve as fodder on some god-forsaken field for the enemy. I slowly stood up and walked over to Jacob’s crib. He was sleeping soundly, I couldn’t risk waking him up. I grabbed the leather jacket my grandfather gave me, pulled on a pair of blue jeans, and walked out to the kitchen. I took the magnetic tablet off the fridge and set it on our modest table. Paper had been outlawed in 2020 when a bill passed to cease deforestation of the Earth’s major ecosystems.
The damage had been done if you asked me, but the bill forced the government to provide cheap electronic solutions for everything from books, to journals, to sketchbooks and school textbooks. Of course, all of that was going to cost money, money we didn’t have.
I tried to type using the onscreen keyboard but it was too frustrating. I turned on the voice-to-text mode and walked to the opposite side of the kitchen.
“Jackie, by the time you read this I’ll already be
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