Daniel looked at his watch with the light from a nearby Humvee. The hands pointed out 2243. The rest of the ships from the US had landed by night fall and defensives were well in place. The beach was black and and surrounded by a smoky haze. Most of the wrecks were placed in piles out of the way to make a headquarters. He looked east and saw tracers and missiles lighting the sky off in the distance. He was staring, wondering what was happening, and was startled.
"Oh shit! You scared the hell out of me Paul!"
"I was just sayin' hi! Gee, oh and I found some good French wine in the town, or well what's left of it."
"Have you looked east?"
"Oh yeah we sent some guys out under darkness to try to push the front. Short story, it's not workin' out. They got ambushed by helicopters."
"Damn, have our helicopters arrived yet?"
"Yeah about that. We sent them in. They were all shot down."
"They're supposed to be stealthy and attack from a distance."
"They did, but as soon as they launch their missiles they were tracked and swatted out of the sky."
"My god...I'm going to go talk to the intelligence guys and see what the total picture is."
"Alright, but remember I got the wine, looks like you may want to hit it pretty hard too to relieve some of that stress!"
"I'm little more worried about dying and Tanya."
"Oh that's right almost forgot about the russkie chic. Well more reason to take a sip!"
"Yeah yeah I'll see ya after the briefing."
As soon as Daniel opened the tent flap he could hear screaming on the radios and some generals swearing at the top of their lungs. A unit was in deep trouble.
"S-r, we ne-- air s---ort." The message was garbled with machine gun fire, explosions, and men screaming for the lives.
"Dammit shut it off, there's nothing we can do!"
"Sir?!"
"Shut it off or I'll send you out there!"
"Yes sir..."
"Lt Col Daniel there you are! I've been looking for you!"
"Yes...sir?"
"You were on that team that was with the russkies when they invaded China right?"
"Well yes, but..."
"So, what do you think they're up to?"
"Well sir, honestly?"
"Yep lay it on thick."
"We need to be checking if they're moving any tactical nukes into the area. Another thing is they may just be gathering together to make one large deadly blow. So, if missile trucks are entering the area we need to leave. If tanks are entering the area then we need to prepare for some hard fighting."
"Well I got good and bad news then. They've moved their missile trucks back, way back. However, they've moved every tank they own this direction. So, grab a rifle son."
"Oh great, so what's the plan?"
"We move everything tomorrow morning."
Daniel didn't reply, he didn't have to, the general understood what he was thinking. He left the tent, it was silent now; the entire squad was wiped out.
Walking into Paul's tent was a completely different experience. Paul had "All Along the Watchtower", by Jimi Hendrix, blasting from his stereo. He walked over to Paul and sat on his bed.
"Daniel you look shit faced!"
"Thanks for putting it lightly..."
"Hey you know me, so what's the scoop?"
"We're moving out tomorrow..."
"Woohoo! Finally we can kick some ass! You don't seem excited."
"I just hope we're the ones doing the ass kicking..."
"Man you need to cheer up! We got numbers, maybe not tech because of the liberals pussies back home, but we got spirit too, except for you!"
"I witnessed all of our scout squads get pulverized..."
"Oh dang...those guys are good too...how bad?"
"No one made it...no one at all!"
"Well cheer up so can avenge them tomorrow. Now that I think about it, get some sleep, sir!"
"You're right I just need some rest..."
Daniel got up and slowly walked out of the tent.
"That Colonel is gonna collapse...", Paul thought to himself.
~~~
Another large crash sounded from incoming artillery, but the young Lieutenant was too ready to kill. His family lived in New York and the Russians took his family. He was ready to slaughter.
"Who are we?!"
"Air Cav!!!"
The first sergeant sounded charge with his bugle.
"Air Cav!!! Forward!!!"
All at once the 1st Cavalry pushed hard and fast. The Lieutenant led the charge, bayonet ready. He and his men along with other divisions, armor, and helicopters came over the hill. To their surprise, there was nothing in the field before them. Everything stopped like a semi jack-knifing. The men tripped on themselves. The gears on the tanks made a high pitched grind. A helicopter stalled trying to stop so suddenly. It was as if they hit a large invisible wall. They stood for ten minutes trying to figure out what was going on. It was dead silent, even the artillery stopped. In the sky crows were flying searching for food. The adrenaline was too much for one soldier, he loaded his M203 launcher and fired into the forest across the field. When it landed the response was heavy. Six rockets fell into the American line. A thick cloud surrounded them and everyone was choking. Everyone was confused of dying. Then suddenly Russian tanks bolted out of the tree line, infantry with chem gear charged, and artillery landed all around. All the tanks in the hill were immediately picked off by the Black Eagles. The other American tanks pushed forward trying to gang up on each Russian tank. The M1A2 tanks made it to close range but not without losing half of their group strength. The American infantry was wiped out by the gas. A tank commander saw that everything was going wrong. Three helicopters were swatted out of the sky by the AA guns on top of the tanks.
"Firestorm, Firestorm!"
Just when the signal made it to the air force his tank burst into flames. The Apaches retreated. Soon, however, the air filled with the sound of fighters a bunch of F-15's and a B-1 bomber headed at the field. The F-15's flew in low and blindly dropped napalm all over the helpless Russian infantry. Then the B-1 made it's pass dropping only one bomb. The fuel air explosive deployed its parachute slowly making its way toward the tanks.
"Oh shit! Fall back! The troops are all barbecued anyway!"
The bomb fell and ignited. The explosion threw the heavy tanks and crush them like soda cans. The trees were leveled the battlefield left scorched. The remaining tanks were swept up by Apaches thirsty for vengeance. All that remained were some trailing Humvees containing reinforcements and the crows now satisfied with plenty of food to eat. The Humvees stopped on the same hill the doomed men did. Daniel and Paul got out and stood still for thirty minutes staring at the carnage that was bestowed on what was a peaceful French farm. The ominous black cloud was still thick over the battlefield. The hardest battles still had yet to come.
Another large crash sounded from incoming artillery, but the young Lieutenant was too ready to kill. His family lived in New York and the Russians took his family. He was ready to slaughter.
"Who are we?!"
"Air Cav!!!"
The first sergeant sounded charge with his bugle.
"Air Cav!!! Forward!!!"
All at once the 1st Cavalry pushed hard and fast. The Lieutenant led the charge, bayonet ready. He and his men along with other divisions, armor, and helicopters came over the hill. To their surprise, there was nothing in the field before them. Everything stopped like a semi jack-knifing. The men tripped on themselves. The gears on the tanks made a high pitched grind. A helicopter stalled trying to stop so suddenly. It was as if they hit a large invisible wall. They stood for ten minutes trying to figure out what was going on. It was dead silent, even the artillery stopped. In the sky crows were flying searching for food. The adrenaline was too much for one soldier, he loaded his M203 launcher and fired into the forest across the field. When it landed the response was heavy. Six rockets fell into the American line. A thick cloud surrounded them and everyone was choking. Everyone was confused of dying. Then suddenly Russian tanks bolted out of the tree line, infantry with chem gear charged, and artillery landed all around. All the tanks in the hill were immediately picked off by the Black Eagles. The other American tanks pushed forward trying to gang up on each Russian tank. The M1A2 tanks made it to close range but not without losing half of their group strength. The American infantry was wiped out by the gas. A tank commander saw that everything was going wrong. Three helicopters were swatted out of the sky by the AA guns on top of the tanks.
"Firestorm, Firestorm!"
Just when the signal made it to the air force his tank burst into flames. The Apaches retreated. Soon, however, the air filled with the sound of fighters a bunch of F-15's and a B-1 bomber headed at the field. The F-15's flew in low and blindly dropped napalm all over the helpless Russian infantry. Then the B-1 made it's pass dropping only one bomb. The fuel air explosive deployed its parachute slowly making its way toward the tanks.
"Oh shit! Fall back! The troops are all barbecued anyway!"
The bomb fell and ignited. The explosion threw the heavy tanks and crush them like soda cans. The trees were leveled the battlefield left scorched. The remaining tanks were swept up by Apaches thirsty for vengeance. All that remained were some trailing Humvees containing reinforcements and the crows now satisfied with plenty of food to eat. The Humvees stopped on the same hill the doomed men did. Daniel and Paul got out and stood still for thirty minutes staring at the carnage that was bestowed on what was a peaceful French farm. The ominous black cloud was still thick over the battlefield. The hardest battles still had yet to come.
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