Me: “Hey Dad,”
Dad: “Sorry, me no speak no english.”
This is V56GU7 portable W3 transmitting an update from the Capital Front. This is an encrypted message. Code Niner Alpha Tango. Begin encrypted transmission.
Greens got us locked down in Northeast quadrant of city. Supply routes unhampered. Moral high. Waiting resupply of water, 20 palettes, and ammunition, 35 palettes. Rumors of General Romero’s capture are false. The General is with us and preparing for next offense. Abby sympathizers have managed to give us location and fortifications for next target. Strike date set for Monday, November 3rd, 2032. We will strike a great blow against the Greens. Additional personnel at location One Zero Beta Cappa requested for follow-on. Use Caradhras, path verified clear.
The General would like to address Presidential Edict 35B: Anchorbaby Support Separation Act aimed at establishing internment camps for all Mexican Americans, Abby or Wet. Although Abby and Abby sympathizers do not associate with any Wets, Naturalized or Illegal, we must not turn a blind eye to their plight as they are the ones who brought us here. Installations should be attacked and liberated as time and resources permit. Civilian casualties should be kept to minimum. Only take in Wets willing to fight for cause. Please be advised that not all Wets would be amenable to your actions. Wets don’t understand our Prime Directive. You are permitted to use force against Wets that attack you.
I can tell you the story about my own father. He refused to comply with Prime Directive despite bringing my mother into this country to birth me as per President Calderón’s orders. He did not assimilate into American society. Did not learn how to pass off as Red Blood. When Prime Directive came down from President Ruiz, my father begged me to ignore orders. Said times have changed. Operation: Anchor Baby was a plan hatched by a madman over 25 years ago. I told him, In English, that he is a traitor to our Country and that if he refuses to come with me to FOB Alamo he would be killed since he knows too much about our operations. My father looked into my eyes and with nothing but spite and hatred he responded, ‘Sorry, me no speak English.’ I told my father goodbye, and shot him twice in the heart, once in the head.
My original reaction was, ‘FML.’ But now here we are, on the cusp of victory. The Southern Forces are making great headway, have already annexed Texas and parts of Southern California. If we take the capital, this war is over. All of the, ‘Si Señor’ pretend time will be a thing of the past. The United States will no longer exist, the Great Diablo will crumble, and we will be able to take their jobs, their rights, and their dignity as they have done to use for more than a century.
It is hard to say ‘FML’ when we are on the verge of victory. Remember that, my brothers, and let no-one, Green, Wet, Red Blood, or even Abby, stand in our way.
V56GU7 portable W3 ending transmission. Over.