[ WP ] The United States is under attack . Unamed forces have begun invading and your an eye witness .

I remember sitting on the beach as the first of the craft emerged. Angular, black, and silent -- obviously built to never be seen. I was n't worried until more of them began to appear. The lack of sound was the most unnerving thing about the event. 
 
 Then they were on the beach. The engines began to make noise, and the first of the screams started. My son ( bless him ) was to young and naive to comprehend it. 
 
 I grabbed the plsstic beach shovel and began digging. My muscles burned, sweat rolled down my back, and there was that deafening roar getting closer. 
 I put him in the hole, his giggling reassuring me that it would be alright. As I covered him up ( making sure to leave holes for air ) I could feel my blood run cold. 
 
 A soldier stood there watching me. He seemed to be evaluating my futile gesture with an almost pained look on his face. His weapon was trained on the sand pile but he slowly shifted to me. A small smile crossed his face. Simple, but an understanding between people, between fathers. 
 
 `` I love you buddy,'' I said as his finger depressed the trigger.
