Short Story

When Jeff returned, the army broke camp and started the long march to Springfield, Missouri. The sergeant was Millholland, who Jeff liked much more than Clardy. The next evening they camped 25 miles away from Springfield. When Jeff shot his gun to clean it, he got arrested and was taken before Clardy. As his punishment, he got all-night sentry duty. The battle was going to be at Wilson's Creek, Missouri. The north planed to attack the rebels at dawn and by surprise. They failed to surprise the rebels, lost hundreds of men and the battle. The day after the battle, Jeff had to report for ambulance duty. The field hospital was 2 large gray tents thrown together in a clump of trees. When Jeff was scanning the field of people, he saw lots of dangerously injured people, none of them looked happy

Moreover, during an extensive struggle on the Morris island, a lot of numbers of torpedoes were being used by the rebels in defense of Fort Wagner. In one of the huge explosions, a corporal of the 3rd colored troops was thrown about 25 yards. “the dead soldier landed entirely naked, with arm resting on the plunger of another torpedo.”

Laura Secord is a very important heroine in Canadian history. She played a very important role in the War of 1812. The War of 1812 was a very tragic event. Caused by the military conflicts between the United States and Great Britain. This war was fought all over the world.

“General, Sir. You have a small detachment of troopers from the 1st Nebraska all Volunteer Regiment who are fighting and refused to run or surrender.

It was 1930 at the railhead on Fort Bragg; they had completed loading the equipment on the big black iron monster of a train, and covering them with heavy black tarps, which they secured to the flatbeds. Colonel Lambert was no longer running the combat train; he remained back in Washington D.C. with his command, the 3rd Infantry Regiment. With the Army of the Potomac less than thirty miles out of the capital it was time for him to return to his duties. He placed Major Reese Sales in charge of this particular mission; it was of the highest importance and no doubt would make a huge difference in the fight against General Magnus and his Army. There were only a few people aware of the cargo that was being transported north, the Major of course, Colonel Lambert, Brigadier General Clayton – who’s idea it was, and the post commander of Fort Bragg.

General Magnus had promoted Lt Layton to full Colonel and made him his new Executive Officer/ the other one had been killed by a sniper a week earlier. General Magnus knew it was those SF bastards because the round was a .50 Caliber and had to have been fired from an M107 possibly a mile or so away. It gave everyone pause, thinking now that every single senior officer was a target. What they didn’t know was that it was one of the 28th ID scout platoons that took the shot. Some of them had gone to

The two scout Humvee’s pulled to a screeching halt in front of Oceana’s BHC, two of the Marines jumped out and hustled into the clinic. Sergeant Cleo Taylor frantically looked for someone in authority, he approached one of the nurses, “Excuse me ma’am, we’re in from the field, Captain O’Hara sent us over to see your CO. Where can we find him?”

Sergeant Major Valliant was happy to finally receive a tasking; he got Alpha Company, 2nd Battalion, 501st PIR to give up a platoon to escort himself and General Cook out to the transportation museum. They loaded up several of the armored Humvees that had M-249 MG mounted in their turret. The others were loaded in old M-35 2.5 tom trucks, each one of them had M-2 .50 Caliber MG mounted in their turrets.

2nd Division troops dig in along a defensive line just north of the village of Lucy-le-Bocage. Marine Captain Lloyd Williams when advised to withdraw, replies, "Retreat, Hell! We just got here!" Capt. Williams would not survive the ensuing battle.

They exited the vehicles and headed towards the Joint Chief of Staff’s conference room, once here Colonel Clayton began to set up to give his presentation, the same one he had given a dozen times for far. The conference room was standing room only, President Washington had ordered that anyone, within reason, was welcomed at the presentation, but there would only be seating for the President, Vice President, Speaker of the House and Senate, the Joint Chiefs and what cabinet members there were. If there was any seating left after that it was open to first come first serve or you could stand but there was only so much standing room. It took Colonel Clayton ten

BG Lane and three of his senior staff met with the Admiral and the respective Captains of the Iowa and Hornet. They met to discuss the battle plan and what BG Lane was going to need from the Navy, which was more than eager to help. The Admiral stated they didn’t sail this far under these conditions, to sit on their asses and watch. The meeting lasted several hours, but the General and his staff were able to get a nice hot meal and a shower before heading back. General Lane was satisfied with the battle plan. He knew there were a hundred different ways it could go wrong, yet they had covered every contingency they could think of. It was time now to get back to his Marines and get them ready to go and prepared to move out.

“As said, the fighter squadrons main task will be to protect the fleet until, we hope, we can dig deep enough into theirs to detonate the device.”

As the sun, like a gleaming medallion in the sky sank beneath the sunburnt mountains, Naval Commander Alistair Fitzgerald announced “Your full family is dead Jack Merridew, their house was bombed”

“Oh, yes it can,” IQ responded. “Six more Matgar squadrons have arrived, with two thousand fighters in

Buried deep beneath the ground, in the far edge of Kaa-Lya, Arten Damon and his commanders looked at the situation board. He wished he could be up there with his men, but it was far safer down here. Seventeen minutes, when they’d launched the attack, there had been six enemy tanks in the city, out of the fifteen working ones planetwide. They’d gotten five, but three more had flown in, and they’d lost more than thirty tanks of their own to take them down. On a screen to their side, Arten looked through the camera of an improvised tank. The whole force, a thousand men and more than six dozen “tanks” even after the losses they took, was advancing down the street, to the central computer 5 miles away. Their slow pace was necessitated by the infantry, who had to take more conventional transport. This battle seemed to be going far better than the one up there. The enemy infantry had fled from their barracks in disarray. They had not yet thought to bring new ones in. The government center came into view around