Prologue
I was a soldier in the Third World War as well were countless others. Not a soldier in terms of the conventional military definition. I had no unit or regiment or division. There was no base. And there certainly wasn't any rank of leadership except for those that we created haphazardly for ourselves. All we had was a general and a former president who was disgraced by the general throng. None-the-less, I was still a soldier in a war.
I was unknown, an anonymous, as were my fellow brothers and sisters who I fought alongside with. People whom I knew so intimately and yet knew nothing about. They had names I would never know and were persons I would never meet. All of us were closer than blood and would sacrifice everything for each other. We were legion with numbers untold. Children of a dying information age where truth and fiction blurred until one was almost indistinguishable from the other. Almost.
The elites in power considered us outcasts. Throwaways from a society that had changed so much we were no longer welcome to walk amongst them. We had no use and like all trash we were to be discarded on the street with the other waste and broken things before next Tuesday's pickup. They had every advantage to do so. All the power was in their hands. All the tools were at their disposal. Throngs of mindless minions would happily do their bidding and post it online for the mobs' next five minutes of entertainment.
Even though they held every card, there was one thing they didn't have. Us. And we were an innumerable force to be reckoned with. For all their tricks and technology, we watched. We waited. We learned. And we used that knowledge against them every step of the way. We were all we had. That and our unshakable faith. It was enough.
It was fitting that I wasn't a conventional soldier for I fought in an unconventional war. The tactics used against us were those crafted by dark circles and wielded by secret societies. Every move against us was meant to damage every part of what made us human, a society, and civil. Tactics used were meant to trick, degrade, dehumanize, and demoralize even the soundest of minds. Anything that could be done to twist, humiliate, and hunt down our soldiers was employed no matter the cost. This war was one that had been raging on for hundreds of years, not that any of us were aware of it until recently. It was our present, our past, and our future - foretold in prophesies whose meanings were long forgotten or misunderstood. It was fated. And we were fated to fight in it.
My name is Anon and this is my story.