There was high tensions between us and our neighbouring country. I had found intel in a military magazine that would put our two nations to war. I was in a helicopter on a ride with my cousin when I decided to use the intel. We were just entering the other nation's airspace when I sabotaged his aircraft and jumped out to safety. he assumed it was a regular drop however he couldn't regain control of his aircraft. he went down. The helicopter flipped upside down right before impact and the propellers slammed against the ground right before the whole machine lit up in a fiery explosion. I worked my way back to our friendly zone and got picked up. I lied and said that we were shot down, stating the enemy had engaged us. Who would think that I'd sacrifice my own flesh and blood to begin a war? I than became the false flag that appeared on all our own national propaganda. The citizens became angrier and angrier at my loss hoping for war. The day came and we took our mighty army and levelled the entire neighbouring country. In the battle however my lovers house was destroyed and she died. Her basement had remained in tact. Once the war was over and we had achieved victory I entered her basement to look for any signs of life. There were none, however there was the military magazine with the particular intel still open where I had left it. I scribbled down "I'll have to get rid of this" on the top of the page that was damning evidence I pre-planned a war. I was still in shock over losing her I didn't realize my mistake. I than tore out the pages instead and threw them in her trashbin. I held a conference in the basement to show our nation that even myself, a general, had lost plenty during this necessary war. My recently passed lover's parents noticed where I was and quickly came over to comfort me and grieve with me. Once we had had a proper sob fest they proceeded to try and clean up as best they could their daughters basement, maybe as a coping mechanism. Her father went to take out the trash and his eyes connected for a momment on the corner of the magazine with my handwritting on it. He was also military, and once he read my self made instructions I could tell he instantly put two and two together. He knew I was guilty, and the crime was much larger than just his daughters death. I proceded to try and convince him it was all a misunderstanding however he recoiled from me and instructed his wife to stay behind him, away from me. He walked slowly towards the staircase without taking his eyes off me and I knew there was no convincing him. I could hear him upstairs on his telephone as i frantically tried to figure out my next move. I knew that I couldn't kill them both in time and that my handwriting from the page he had on the magazine would be all the proof he needed. I'd be labelled a traitor and executed. I had maybe an hour left until the military police showed up to get me. I had to run.
annnd then my daughter started crying and I woke up. thank god. what the fuck. That feeling of "I'm caught! I'm fucked!" stayed with me for about ten minutes into my morning jog.
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