Everyone is entitled to choice in their lives. Some make choices that bring out the best or worst in life. Others are just meaningless from the get-go. Yet, it would seem by the end of the day, all choices are framed by the frame of illusion.

A reimagining of my original and very first fanfic. It follows a non-historical US Regiment as they give it their all once more to beat back tyranny and instill the virtues of Independance in a world much too similar to theirs yet alien all the same.