East Central Butuan - District November
12th July at 0800
As the political undercurrent of resistance reverberated against the Expeditionary Forces of Cantigny, conflict with local nationals arose with every village visited, and every ceremony of National Pride inferred upon a public which seemed disinterested or even annoyed, from the perspective of Cantigians on parade. Six days after the Grand Exposition, it seemed unclear whether hearts and souls were being won, or whether they were simply being passed over like kilometer after kilometer of overgrown countryside. In the cockpits of fighter jets the scenario struck dismal and boorish as it did on the ground, military flyovers drew crowds as quickly as they quietly dissipated thereafter. The combined soldiers and airmen felt not like conquering heroes, with no mission or objective to conquer, but the spectacle of a traveling parade.
"For Queen?" Lieutenant Rodgers asked of Sergeant Malkin, who whispered a drawn out "Noooo . . " between ceremonies. "For God?" Lieutenant then asked, to which Malkin again whispered "Noooo . . " after the next formation. "For Country?" Rodgers asked, diluted by the repetition of marching and saluting the symbols of Butuan & Oceanic Power, "Forward . ." Sergeant Malkin replied with a subtle nod, recognizing that their ideals had centralized somewhere new, even foreign to the typical Cannie mindset.
12th July at 0800
As the political undercurrent of resistance reverberated against the Expeditionary Forces of Cantigny, conflict with local nationals arose with every village visited, and every ceremony of National Pride inferred upon a public which seemed disinterested or even annoyed, from the perspective of Cantigians on parade. Six days after the Grand Exposition, it seemed unclear whether hearts and souls were being won, or whether they were simply being passed over like kilometer after kilometer of overgrown countryside. In the cockpits of fighter jets the scenario struck dismal and boorish as it did on the ground, military flyovers drew crowds as quickly as they quietly dissipated thereafter. The combined soldiers and airmen felt not like conquering heroes, with no mission or objective to conquer, but the spectacle of a traveling parade.
"For Queen?" Lieutenant Rodgers asked of Sergeant Malkin, who whispered a drawn out "Noooo . . " between ceremonies. "For God?" Lieutenant then asked, to which Malkin again whispered "Noooo . . " after the next formation. "For Country?" Rodgers asked, diluted by the repetition of marching and saluting the symbols of Butuan & Oceanic Power, "Forward . ." Sergeant Malkin replied with a subtle nod, recognizing that their ideals had centralized somewhere new, even foreign to the typical Cannie mindset.