The Ancient Scrolls - The First War - Part 1

This scroll is written from my point of view. I know I created the Potatoes, but I never thought they would get so much support. It's my fault so many are dead. "DeathWish, commander Johnson needs to speak to you." Private 2212 said, he is new to the mission. I didn't want any new recruits on this job. "Put him on my mic." I replied. I clicked on my mic. "General DeathWish, I am sure you are aware of our current situation." Commander Johnson said. I never liked him. "Yeah, I'm aware that your entire team got squashed by the enemy and then decided to turn them into their pawns." I replied. The enemy was a creature that could turn into mist and could control minds. We've been getting wiped out by these punks for the last 3 months. "Don't get smart with me, remember, I am your commanding officer. We can discuss this later, but right now I need your help. I need you to head to the enemies' weapons facility and destroy it. Use whatever force necessary." He said. "You think we haven't already tried that? I lost 30 of my men just trying to get there!" I replied. I am not going to do this. "Well radar picks up 130 enemy troops heading your way. So it's rather you die there where you stand, or you do what I ask and you might live." He said. He was right, I couldn't just sit here doing nothing. "Fine." I replied. Even though he isn't actually my boss, I have to act like it. I turn to my squad to tell them the bad news. "We have been ordered to go to the enemies' weapon facility and destroy it with all force necessary. Also, 130 enemy troops are heading to our position as we speak, so I recommend all of us go." I say. I hope everyone cooperates, because if they don't, they will be screwed. A voice rises from the back. "I'm in." Another voice "I'll go." Soon most of my group is raising their voice to join. Then one person approaches me. "You really think we are going to go back to the place where we lost a fourth of our squad?" He said. His name was Tommy. His family was killed in a car accident a few months ago. A witness said that our enemies threw the car off course and into the ocean. I can see why he has attitude. "It's rather that," I look out the window at the enemy troops. "Or that." I said. He looks out the window and looks at the ground for a few seconds. "Fine, I'm going." He replied. He turns around and walks back to the rest of the troops. I grab my Tater Shot and my P.A.M.U.S and look back at my troops. "Ok guys, this is where we live," I prime my weapon. "Or die."