[h3][i][b]Somewhere in Washington, City One...[/b][/i][/h3]

With a bowl of oatmeal in hand, John heads over to his couch-chair. He grabs a tv remote and turns to CBS. The tv is brought to life, displaying a blank blue canvas before the screen manifests a man sitting at a fancy desk with some-kind of generic backdrop of a city at night. The CBS logo finds itself comfortably sat at the bottom of the screen. John shoves oatmeal into his maw, curious about what the news channel has to offer. “Today marks the seventh year of the Rhodesian War. Five years ago, the U.S only had five-thousand advisors and now it's half-a-million…” John turns up the volume quickly as the reporter speaks. “What was supposed to be a short-war is now dragging on, and the Pentagon has yet to form a proper response to the public at large. One official said that this was merely a road-bump and that the war is fully under control…” John leans back into his couch-chair, engrossed. 

The screen fades to black for a mere second before a clip of U.S soldiers guarding black prisoners is shown. “Here we see a recent raid on one of the bases, belonging to the Zimbabwe People's Revolutionary Army. This new wave of aggressive pushes into communist-held rural-country has been a part of a new set of tactics and strategy…” John fixes his eyes on the screen, especially at the U.S soldiers. The screen changes, showing U.S soldiers in action against an enemy in the bushes - unseen. “Even with the increase in operational missions, the war still has no end in sight. The president has just signed off a new order to send over more supplies, troops, and war equipment to sustain the fighting….” John pauses his eating for a moment. Why are we in Africa? Well...it is to stop the communists, but why should we be meddling in the affairs of other nations? John starts to question but stops his train of thought in order to listen to the news. 

The tv screen now shifts itself to a new set of pictures - a mob of protesters in the streets. “The war appears to be getting more unpopular by the minute. These protesters here are the fathers and mothers of the dead sons of the Rhodesian war. There are also plenty of anti-war activists here as well…” John’s eyes start to drift. It is late at night now, and he has to get to work in the morning. John grabs the tv remote and shuts the channel down for the night. He stands up, drops his empty bowl into the sink, and heads off to bed upstairs alone.