Once, this great nation of cells was awesome and healthy. Whenever foreign bodies came with ill intent of bringing sickness, my mili-T-ary would meet them in the battlefield of blood, destroying them all. It was not until the covert operative, code-named Coxsackie, infiltrated and nestled in with the Betas. My mili-T-ary scrambled to eliminate him, but Coxsackie looked so much like the Betas; it was hard to determine who was what. We enlisted other help, as prescribed by General William E. Barial, which helped to locate Coxsackie and snuff him out. Though Coxsackie had been eliminated, the Mili-T-ary had a hard time moving forward. It had been so confused and duped by Coxsackie's likeness to the Betas during battle, that it had no trust in ANY Beta. My mili-T-ary went rogue, and launched a campaign that lasted about a year, destroying the Betas. This campaign ended in the Fall of 1990 and on December 1st, the mili-T-ary announced its victory, while General Barial announced my diagnosis.
I think about America.......
Bryan Hollomon Williams