Hidden Chronicles: Jamaica War (part 1 of 2)
I don't know how to begin this...
Today is October 4th, and the armed forces of /country/6813b6d546e731854c7ac899 have approached Yucatán through the Caribbean. All I can hear is Bob Marley's music getting closer aboard their warships.
I immediately mobilized alongside my brothers-in-arms to inform the high command. As Vice President, I carry an enormous burden on my shoulders. Today, I will send my boys to their deaths.
I wish I could have told my fellow countrymen otherwise. That there would be no war, that everything was just a misunderstanding...
However...
We knew the enemy forces were planning to wipe us off the map through a public vote, and even so, we chose to stand behind our Central American brothers.
All we received in return was:
"One country does not represent what we stand for in the FUA."
When I heard those words, I foolishly believed that, at some point during the battle, they would join us in fighting tyranny.
Our mistake was defending the sovereignty of every nation in this world.
Perhaps I'm new to all of this. But from what I've read in the Central American treaties, the FUA was originally created to defend and reclaim national territories from foreign powers. Ironically, one of those foreign powers was recently welcomed into the alliance as a member, /country/6813b6d546e731854c7ac83c.
I won't point fingers, because as a journalist, my duty is to report the TRUTH.
And I don't know the truth. Frankly, I'm not even sure I want to know it.
But I do know that several countries voted against this action and, despite their opposition, were still forced to submit to this "elitist cabinet."
BEFORE THE BATTLE
As soon as we alerted the President, /user/6a9cf15240dbd360655e61bb and I headed toward a hill to witness Jamaica's military might.
He urgently told me that I should stay home with my wife. If I never returned, she would be left all alone.I told him that was impossible.
The people had entrusted me with the office of Vice President of the Republic, and before that, I had served as Minister of Defense.
I owed EVERYTHING to my people.
Nevertheless, I took his advice and went to visit her. She was already waiting for me in the garden of our home.
"Is Yucatán more important to you than I am?" she asked.
I replied:
"Who pulled my hairsh?.... (LOCAL JOKE, AND HELLA FUNNY) I must stand alongside my brothers. We'll need every person we can get to defend our nation. MODENA needs me. Only then can we drive evil out of Mexico..."
"YOU DIDN'T EVEN WIN THE ELECTIONS!" she shouted.
(Trakalas, that one hurt.)
"They sent you there out of revenge, to make you suffer just because you think too much! That's the only reason you're Vice President!"
"IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES FOR NEW PLAYERS TO HAVE A VOICE AND A VOTE, THEN SO BE IT!" I quickly replied.
"Listen... I don't trust the others. I'm the only one who knows that I WILL GIVE EVERYTHING to protect you. I don't want you to... end up dancing reggae..."
I finished speaking while taking my pills and grabbing my weapon.
"What about our child? If you never get to meet our baby... what should I name them?"
I looked toward the horizon and said:
Jesus, so that every door will be opened for him wherever he goes.
If it's a boy, War. And if it's a girl, Era...
DURING THE BATTLE
I immediately returned to the front lines. One of our brothers, , /user/6a9c4f7e10d39eb8a6999835, /user/6a5d557d42a2b7a727238859 was already there with his tank and green bullets. Another had arrived in his jet.
Everyone had come.
Perhaps poorly equipped, perhaps unprepared...
But they had come to defend their homeland.
The first cannon fired. Although, strangely enough, it wasn't exactly a cannon. It was https://app.warera.io/user/69967ecde15511a5553c5b44 , one of their fighters, who, in his maximum form, charged straight through the enemy lines.
They had an advantage because it was nighttime, and nobody could see them because of—
Ahem, ahem.
Sorry, I got distracted.
Back at headquarters, our General /user/69a768652b9ecc888d1a4503 had temporarily taken charge of the economy due to his experience. Together with our fellow commanders /user/699b611c77416359573f5372 and /user/6a52c3bfb09cbbd696dae9ee , we stayed awake until 2 or 3 in the morning, searching the world for allies in the name of international sovereignty.
YES, I hired mercenaries.
I knew we couldn't win without allies. Our strategy was simple: win R2 so that, during our early morning hours, our allies on the other side of the world could come to our aid.
R1 was extremely difficult.
In R2, we gave everything we had and finally decided to get some sleep. By R3, things had become equally brutal for us. But not because the enemy was stronger, No.
Because they had brought in the heavy cavalry.
/country/6813b6d446e731854c7ac7aa had come seeking revenge for Messi.
(They weren't even sure whether he was Mexican.)
https://app.warera.io/country/6813b6d446e731854c7ac7a8 had come looking for more gold.
(As if they hadn't already taken enough.)
But what hurt us the most were the orders issued by countries /country/6813b6d546e731854c7ac82f and /country/6813b6d546e731854c7ac868. Our commanders had desperately hoped would stay out of the conflict.
Countries whose sovereignty we had always defended. Countries we had considered not merely friends...
But CLOSE friends.
As for our main enemy https://app.warera.io/country/6813b6d546e731854c7ac858, we expected nothing different.
And the truth is, our enemy isn't even the country itself.
It's one person...
AFTER THE BATTLE
"RETREAT! RETREAT!" Everyone was shouting. "Commander! What do we do?" they asked me.
"Regroup in the capital! We can defend ourselves there. Don't lose hope, brothers..."
One of my comrades, https://app.warera.io/user/698bc2c2c0b91cffed9a14a9, approached me and said it was time to put "Operation: DO NOT MESS WITH QUESADILLAS!" into motion.
We knew the Venezuelans Jamaicans would eventually enter the capital.
And sooner or later, one of them would inevitably try a quesadilla.
Faced with the horrifying possibility of the Jamaicans eating a QUESA—from QUESO (cheese)—DILLA, but WITHOUT CHEESE, we had to act immediately.
We needed to reclaim the country before they got used to such an abomination.
I sent him to a country called META so he could begin developing the plan...
I turned toward the jungle, our escape route. And I couldn't believe what I saw...
I had expected my fellow countrymen to be defeated.
Sad. Disappointed. Broken.
But instead, everyone was helping with the evacuation.
I was astonished to see so many people, even during R2, which took place in the middle of the night.
More than 100 people stayed awake until dawn to defend their country.
I thought there would be deserters.
But instead, this war had brought us something else.
UNITY.
Or at least...
For now...
I'll see you again, my love. I know you're in the capital. Hold on.
I'm coming for you...
TO BE CONTINUED...