Two Months In Hell

This is Zefranian litterature, written by the Zefranian propoganda ministry after the Sinatran Civil War, as a tribute to the Zefranian soldiers which fought for independence, prestige and glory. It describes the story of one specific soldier: Jamesk711; he fought in many different battles.

First Month
The First month saw the first half the Sinatran Civil War, this includes the parts of neutrality and tensions rising again. And the political chess and gamble which was constantly ongoing.

Week One
News came in, in the evening when I was told that a very small force of Sinatran soldiers had been spotted close to Acodon, with intents of destroying the town and killing it's inhabitants to crack down on the recently declared rebellion. I was sitting in the bar at this time, and saw soldiers prepare for the oncoming force. They had raided before and stolen a large amount of netherite gear; swords, armor and axes. I quickly got my weapons and prepared for battle. I stood there, and saw the Sinatran soldiers marching towards us. I was standing there full of fear, I could already predict the bodies which would be at my feet. I quickly learned that afterwards that they had attempted to raid a pretty large convoy of many valuables being transported to neutral Solisios, as the Sinatra-Mafia had threatened Acodon being looted.

Luckily it escaped and reached the city of Luxios. When the troops was nearing we thought the walls would be protection enough, yet, it was quickly discovered that it had many flaws. It was too late to fix it, the troops of the Sinatra-Mafia was already storming in. They quickly killed some of our troops, and we had to pull back. But quickly re-assembled and led a counter-attack. They fled into the houses. Killing every civilian and taking every valuable they could find. They'd be killed and looted though. It saw the end to the second raid, nothing much happened, but we saw how low the Sinatrans was willing to go.

The next day the battle for Acodon would being. I did not know what to expect, but I knew that we would have many people at our back. Slowly foreign voulenteers arrived, people who stood for liberty and freedom. Our troops was lining up, at the time off battle was slowly inching closer. As scouts was sent out to see what we was up against, it was silent. Everyone was anxiously awaiting news from the scouts. When they came we outnumbered them nearly 3:1. It would be easy, morale swiftly improved. As the other soldiers was being split up into the three groups, I stood atop of the wall with my assigned group awaiting the attack. I saw one of their scouts coming close, then one of the officers in the Zefranian army: Lucioio, jumped down and attacked the scout, nearly killing him the scout retreated Lucioio was too low to fight too though, so he retreated to his hide out. As the news was reported back to the Sinatran soldiers they immediatly sued for peace. Zedis Eydur or Orleborle, told us this, he was one of the rebel leaders and now had to go negotiate an unconditional surrender with the Sinatra-Mafia. One of the mercenaries which had been hired, climbed atop a huge rock and shouted the following:

''OI! I talked with Zedis. We're allowed to raid, he told us to do what we do best; Cause Mayhem. SO GO ON, KILL THOSE BASTARDS GIVE THEM NO PEACE SHOW NO REMORCE!''

Many warcrimes took place, we murdered everyone. Not a single soldier was spared, we wanted revenge from what had happened a day prior. And we were sure as hell going to get it. We were blinded by rage, and left cities burning and people screaming. Crosses grew in our wake.

Peacetimes
As the war ended, the Sinatra-Mafia had to rebuild and we had become independent. Everyone, could predict that another war would come. I do not know much of what was happening in a political sense. But we were told that a war was upcomming, the Second Sinatra-Zefranian War. Another conflict, within this greater civil war. More would have to die. Zefrania had come out of the Civil War so strong that they knew they would win, as they saw the weakness of the Sinatra-Mafia.

Month Two
As we entered the Second month barely anything happened, forts were created by the Zefranians. I was stationed in one of them together with new soldiers. We told tales of the first war, and what we did to the Sinatrans and that they should not cut back on doing that again if it came to it. We told them the same which that mercenary had told us that day, show no remorce. We told them that they made our forefather's lives hell. And we should make theirs hell too. Everyone hated the Sinatra-Mafia, everyone was willing to get blood on their hands, Sinatran blood. We established un-authorized militias which the government never actually became aware off and caused rampage upon Sinatran civilians and made sure nobody would be compelled to join their failing tyrranical dictatorship. Instead drawing their attention to Zefrania. So we could grow strong and prosper.

Eventually lines of trenches would be dug on the border, I'd be moved there and saw nothing else than skirmishes some would still die though. We didn't want to militarize our borders too much, for now this was just small border skirmishes. I saw so many die. I did indeed spent Two Months in hell, or that's what it felt like, atleast. When the war came, I felt relieved. No more deaths, no more suffering. I'm still in the army, yet I cannot shake the feeling of un-sercurity at all times. I feel scared of when some bigger nation could just attack us, especially in light of recent events at this date.