[ WP ] American Civil War 2 . Write as a soldier that is explaining how you chose the side you are on to your squad .

Alisa secured her gun over her shoulder, making sure to keep as quiet as she could as they crossed enemy territory. The area was metropolitan, dirty and destroyed. Graffiti covered the sides of every building. Pounds of trash lay within the streets, unmoving. It was hot. She'd been sweating all day, and the weight of her equipment did not help. How did she end up in this situation? 
 
 `` Hey, Eileen,'' she whispered to her fellow soldier, ducking down within the alley and peeking around the side of the run-down liquor store. Seeing no one, she sat and relaxed, breathing out a long sigh of relief. `` Is n't it strange how fifty years ago one would never expect females to be included in the draft?'' 
 
 Eileen, dark-skinned and tall, contrasted greatly against the pale-skinned shortness of Alisa. `` I think it would seem just as strange that the draft went back into use in the first place.'' 
 
 `` I guess if you considered the situation, it would n't be that hard to believe,'' Alisa admitted. 
 
 There was silence. The heat seemed to keep things quiet. For now. Finally Eileen spoke, `` We had a choice, Alisa, of which side we chose to fight for. I guess that counts for something, does n't it?'' she chuckled bitterly. 
 
 `` It was a hard choice,'' Alisa stated sympathetically. `` It's our own country we're fighting. United States of America, things have definitely gone down the drain.'' 
 
 Eileen chuckled once more. `` With the direction the economy was going, I'm sure most were prepared for this.'' It was a hard truth to swallow. 
 
 `` Still, a war between the rich and the poor? The poorest were relocated to the southern half of the country after Russia bombed Texas, while the rich claimed the north. And with all of the money, the rich have the upper hand. The unfairness is obvious.'' 
 
 `` And? You and I, Alisa, we chose the side of the rich. Even though our brother and sisters live down here, here we are fighting against them. Killing them. Why?'' 
 
 Alisa struggled with her next words, wiping sweat from her neck. `` Why? Because it's inevitable. Fight for the rich, live. Fight for the poor, die honorably. Apparently, honor was n't enough for most of us, and in a fit of panic this was the side we chose. I'll spend the rest of my life preparing for the fiery depths of Hell.''
