The Resistance

The Letter Home

Date: 12/25/2025

Dear Mother,
    
    We ambushed another Grand Republic convoy on the road yesterday. We lost John Ross in the fighting though. I don’t know if our unit can take more of this. He’s the 10th casualty in a week. We’re running out of men and command can’t spare anymore. I miss you guys a lot and I’m not sure when I’ll be able to come home again. Sergeant Riley says we may be back in town by Christmas as the G.R.A. is planning a large operation to the north, but I don’t know anymore than that. 

    How’s Jimmy doing? He must be getting big now. Has he started walking yet? I hope I can get home to see him soon. Oh and how’s dad? Has he been taking his medicine? If the doc gives you a hard time about the price just let me know and I’ll have one of the guys head over to talk to him. I hope to see you guys soon, I love you all.
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Receiving Orders

    As I stared out upon the fields before me, I felt an overwhelming feeling of peace while the sun rose slowly over the distant hills. It was almost as if the war was nonexistent. This sadly was not the case, that feeling of peace left as quickly as it had come as the treeline was leveled to the ground in large bunches by a division of Grand Republic tanks, bringing with them the roaring echoes of engines across the countryside.

“Quick! Douse the fires!” I heard yelled by someone along the line as they ran quickly to warn the sergeant.

I quickly put out my fire and grabbed my rifle. It wasn’t the best but it was all the resistance could spare for my scouting unit. We were not considered essential.

“Move quickly! Get to the basement!” Sergeant Riley yelled as he jolted out of his room. 

We were posted in a rather compact and drab home that had been abandoned on the edge of Philadelphia. We all rushed down the stairs as quickly as possible and once settled in we turned to the sergeant for orders.

“Listen boys, I can’t lie to you, it’s about to be an absolute shit show out there. That being said, we have to let high command know about this division, or else they’ll move right through to Camden. I know this is a lot to ask of you all, but do we have any volunteers to make the run?”

    At that moment many men, including myself raised our hands, we knew how vital this information was to the war effort. In the recent months the Army of the Grand Republic has been pushing closer and closer to our headquarters in Camden. In doing so, they have also been making life hell for the civilians in the area, taking their food, and burning any crops they couldn’t fit in their supplies. We haven’t been able to get anyone through to aid them, and all letters have been intercepted in attempts at making contact.

“Alright, James, Connor, you’re up! Leave your rifles here and try to keep blended in with the population when you’re in the open. Use the alleys as much as possible until you hit the Delaware. Make sure to avoid Washington Square as much as possible. Good luck, and Godspeed. Everyone else, grab the dynamite, we have to delay their advance as much as possible!”

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