[ WP ] The Roman and Aztec Empires covering all of Europe and North America respectively have survived into the Modern era . Now at war write from the perspective of one of the troops on the ground

The proxy war had been fought for a long, long time, each side supporting this or that African regime. Between us, we kept any great nation from rising there. Neither of us wished to battle China, Russia, Tawantinsuyu, or India, but the old blood debt between us would not let us rest either. 
 
 I remember when the report came that Roman legions had invaded whatever nation we were propping up at the time. We fed them more weapons while preparing ourselves, using them to buy enough time to mobilize. I joined on as any true son of the gods would. I wanted to be a Jaguar warrior, but who did n't? I was n't fast enough or tough enough, so I became just a soldier. Maybe in time, I thought, but there was little time for that, and soon I found myself in Africa. 
 
 Ours was the way of flexibility, of quick strikes and fluid grace. Theirs was the way of rigid discipline. Their military moved as units, each member in concert with the man to his left and right, while ours flowed around and sought weak spots. 
 
 I survived my first combat with the Romans as a matter of luck. So many of us were cut to pieces by their machine gun emplacements, but I was spared. Perhaps Tezcatlipoca was watching me, but however it happened, I found myself among the dead in one of their emplacements. I turned their machine gun against themselves, and in the disarray it caused, the remnants of my unit surged forward and overwhelmed the Romans. 
 
 After that I became wiser. I was promoted to leadership, just a sergeant, but I kept my men alive. I knew when to strike and when to fade away. The Roman discipline is strong, but its greatest enemy is confusion, and I knew how to use that against them. 
 
 I remember in the beginning how I hated the Romans, for their old insult. I wanted to tear them apart with my bare hands, but hatred can not last. I do n't hate them now, for I've looked into the eyes of men as I killed them. They were simply men. Their gods were different, and they spoke that absurd language, but for all that, they were just men. How could I hate them for doing their duty? They had n't committed that long ago sin, they were like me. Fighting for their gods and their country. No, hate left long ago, just duty now. Maybe if I kill enough of them the Romans will stop sending new ones. 
 
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 `` Centurion, what have you managed to learn from the captive?'' 
 
 `` Sir, he claims to be a sergeant assigned to hit and run attacks, and that he knows nothing of their greater plan.'' 
 
 `` Nonsense, no simple warrior would be so deep into our territory, you have n't gone easy on him, have you?'' 
 
 `` No sir, I've put him to the question hard.'' 
 
 `` Do you believe him?'' 
 
 `` Yes sir.'' 
 
... 
 
 `` Then he is no use to us. Kill him and put his head on a pike outside our gates.'' 
 
 `` Yes sir.''
