[ WP ] `` Honey , I 've been assigned to wave 43 . ''

This was it. The day had finally come. All my life I had lived, breathed and died in Dark Space. We had been at war for years. Ever since I could remember, always at war. Millions upon millions had died. Conscription became mandatory as did training. We knew one day that we would be brought to the frontlines far away. 
 
 I had met her after I had completed flight school. We met getting while getting our permits. It seemed like yesterday. The world became bright, sweeter with her around. I couldn ’ t imagine life without here. When I had received my notification that my ship, were to report the frontlines I knew I had to tell her to her face. 
 
 “ Honey, I ’ ve been assigned to wave 43. ” I told her. She cried, knowing that I would not return. I held her as long as I could, kissed her, and headed out to my ship. 
 
 After takeoff, I had joined the armada. A few dozen ships were in my wave. 
 We flew and flew, eventually reaching Earth. Devastation had reigned supreme at the hands of the UGSF. Each ship in their fleet had been using a twin configured caption, a hidden downside of our capturing technology. 
 
 The commander had given the order. “ Many of you will die, but all we need is for one to live. Remember your training. Increase speed, drop down, and reverse direction! ”
