Nick Tipsword

10/13/15
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Composition 1
In The Arms of the Enemy

It is 2022, the second year of Kanye West’s term as President of the United States. Ever

since the fateful day President West disbanded Congress the country had been thrown into

turmoil. All hospitals were turned into dance clubs, all schools were transformed into recording

studios, and the national anthem was replaced by his hit song “Gold Digger.” Without anyone to

control his actions President West turned the United States into his own personal play thing.

Anyone that upset the President had the full force of the country brought down upon them.

The Draft had begun when the conflicts between the U.S. and Canada arose. Tensions

had been building between the two countries for some time now. Canadians were flooding into

the States and overpopulating our already overburdened country. This resulted in increasingly

strict border control which caused outrage amongst most of the Canadian Territories. This was

when President West issued the order that the “Great Northern Wall” be constructed. It took

almost a full year for the dividing wall to be completed. Many engineers in the country had been

ordered to drop everything they were working on and immediately report to their designated

stations along the Northern Border of the United States.

Upon completion the wall stood 50ft. high and 10ft. wide tipped with barbed wire and

armed security posts. This rash action directly from the office of President West greatly

offended the Canadian Government. On October 15th, 2021 the Canadian Prime Minister held a

press conference that would ignite a flame of hatred in President West that would never die.

Prime Minister Trudeau made the grave mistake of insulting the names of the “Great American

Children,” North and Easton West. He said, “North and Easton West are spoiled brats that don’t

know what it’s like to live a domestic life.” After this public insult was aired the United States

declared war against Canada.

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It was my senior year at Southern Mattoon University when I was claimed by the draft. I

left behind my wife Hannah to report to basic training. After a number of detailed evaluations it

was decided that I would be enlisted in the 101st squadron of the U.S. Air Force. My squadron

was stationed in Ontario, Canada at a supply camp that refueled fighter planes. Although we

were in enemy territory we saw very little hand to hand combat, but we did see the aftermath of

the fighting. We saw the bullet holes in the planes as they landed on the small runway strip that

occupied the middle of our camp. We saw the look on the faces of the men and women who

watched their friends be engulfed by flames. “This was his fault,” I thought. “All of this has

been caused by President West and his rash actions. How many lives could’ve been saved if he

had never taken office?”

It was my third year of service when the raids began. About once a month when we were

sleeping a small group of Canadian soldiers would invade our camp in an effort to destroy our

supplies and steal our food. At first they were groups of two or three, but as these invasions

became more frequent they became more destructive, burning our fuel and setting fire to the

warehouse where we stored our supplies. To counteract these raids we increased our night watch

ten fold.

That’s how I met him. It was a brisk autumn evening, the stars were dotting the night sky

like distant treasures waiting to be discovered. A refreshing breeze swept through camp carrying

the scent of pine needles that haunts the Canadian wilderness. It had been two and a half months

since the last raid and the threat of attack was beginning to subside. That all changed when the

alarms rang out through the camp.

I almost leapt into the air when the piercing sound flooded the camp. From my post

outside the airplane hanger I could see the spotlight blink into existence. A burst of flames
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erupted from behind the mess hall and the smell of smoke quickly filled the air. I grabbed my

rifle and broke out in a sprint across the empty runway towards the small living quarters. The

light from the search lights cut across the empty blackness of our camp. I knelt down near the

living quarters and scanned the commons looking for any sign of intruders. Then my world was

filled with flashes of red and white. The cabin I was kneeling near exploded with a bang that

made my ears feel as though knives were being forced in them. I must have been flung across

the open green because the next thing I knew I was staring at the plumes of smoke stretching into

the night sky. My head was pounding and every muscle in my body screamed in pain. All my

senses seemed to be dulled except for the pain that coursed through me. At the corners of my

vision danced flashes of yelled and white. Fires raged close enough to my body that I could feel

the burning on my skin. Then everything went black.

The next, what seemed like days, went by in a haze. I could only catch moments of

consciousness before I would fade back into the darkness. Glimpses of green and blue above

me, the chill of a gust of wind blowing across my skin, and occasionally the sound of footsteps

just out of sight. When I awoke from my daze I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing. I

saw pine trees looming over me and could feel a pillow underneath my head. I stuck out my

hand and felt a tarp underneath me. What had happened? How did I get out of camp and who

nursed me back to health? I saw movement at the corner and my eye and my body immediately

told me to get up and defend myself, but when I tried to stand my body just screamed in pain. I

felt hands lift up my head up and a cup appeared in front of me. I frantically scanned the arm

attached the this cup but could only see a small portion of it. I tried to crane my neck around but

a soothing voice came from behind me said, “slow down, you’re still recovering.” I couldn’t tell

where this voice was coming from but I could tell it was a man. His voice was low but not so
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low that it was unsettling. I felt a hand behind my back supporting me helping me sit up. It took

all my strength but I finally managed to turn around and look at the man that had saved my life.

Before I could look at his face I saw the red and white of the Canadian flag on his sleeve. Why

was this man helping me? I was being taken care of by the enemy.

Then I glanced up at the stranger. His long brown hair blew away from his face from the

breeze. His strong draw line and scruff gave him this striking look but it wasn’t until I looked

into his eyes that I truly understood how beautiful this man was. His ice blue eyes were staring

back into mine and I couldn’t seem to break his gaze. Little did I know this man was going to

change my life forever. Over the next 3 years we lived in the forests of Canada running from our

opposing governments. Although it was forbidden, we couldn’t leave each other. I had never

felt more safe than when I woke up in the arms of the enemy.