The Major General Command Post Received Report

With the Emerstarians just across the Aarons River, River Point was the next obstacle in their path. The West Vanian General at River Point was extremely mad at Commander Mason's performance at Ventier and assigned him to a defensive position. They couldn't risk another loss on the front. As for the average soldier at River Point, they were commanded to patrol, dig trenches, and strengthen defenses. Sergeant Rick Ianson was overseeing the soldiers and laborers work on digging the trenches and piling up the sandbags. When one of the patrol groups were walking in front of the forest one of the officers said while pointing his gun at the shadow, "Did you see that?" Another officer replied saying, "It's probably just a deer or something." "you're probably right." "yeah, I am. Now let's move on."

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.

“We had no idea when you would be arriving, runners have been sent to inform the Generals.”

The Sergeant Major wasn’t quite convinced they were who they say they were, his only problem was that he couldn’t explain the C-130. The M113’s made it over to the post headquarters in fifteen minutes, they weren’t fast movers, but they got there.

I opened the door to the main deck, the sounds of gunshots near and far. The smell of gunpowder filled my lungs and I found it hard to breathe. I always did. The endless waves of people, coming to face their slaughter, both sides never winning but always losing as the days drew shorter. As the sunset began we knew all our fighting would come to an end as others would take over, for tomorrow at sunrise we would start again. But for now we had about an hour left, “solider come here and help me with this ammunition” it was Sergeant Kirk, he has a fierce reputation on our ship the HMAS Sydney. I hurried over to help him move ammunition under the deck, and then rushed back to my station to meet up with Ryan, a small bloke with black hair, bit of stubble and an olive tan. We both come from the same city and we met on board the ship. We were in charge of the flak cannon on the port side of the ship. A

Sitting upon ammunition creates Col. Sanders smoked a cigarette. Looking up at the sky he thought to himself “ If this weather doesn't clear we won’t be hitting the beaches today my company ain’t going to like this.” “Colonel” pant…..pant “ We just got word that one of the big wheels called it in it’s about time to hit the beach.” Col. Sander slowly looked up, standing above him was Brooklyn nobody knew why they called him that, as far as he could tell he wasn't even from New York. “Hey Brooklyn check out that mitt flopper.” said Col. Sanders. Brooklyn looked and saw a Pvt. yes siring a sargent. Brooklyn replied “ He ain’t going anywhere.” Brooklyn walked away going to get ready for the invasion as he walked he seen that people had the book

“I hadn’t considered that, but I don’t know that I have the authority to order the Marines to escort me to Fredericks.”

"Because of your meaningless killing none of these fine troops will ever see their families again. That rests on your shoulders!" I let the comment settle in " The death of hundreds rests of your heads! Now you can live with a few more!"

“Roger, extraction is on the way," The Brigadier responds then rushes away from the comm center in Spearhead Base to inform General Organa of Delta Squad’s status.

“Alright lets go we’ve recruited all of the soldiers that are going to join” said the general of the army.

“Yes sir.” said Tom. Tom got up and got into his uniform. Tom was a First Lieutenant and working on a mission in Iraq.

Everyone got up and ran to get their gear. I yelled to William, over the siren, “You ready for some action.” He replied “Heck, yeah!” We got our gear and ran to the command tent to get our orders. Along the way we heard shots being fired from all directions. When we got there the

“We’d better hurry down to the scene, Warren.” I quickly replied. “We can’t afford to miss out.”

Sergeant Craig said “We should find a new place to hide this brick wall isn't going to last any longer. On my count 3...2...1… GO GO GO. As they were running Lieutenant Bell got out last and he said I BEEN SHOT and he fell down the stairs. They were going to go for him but the guards were going up. It was too late to go for him. They ran across the building onto the rooftop and sprinted away.

“They said we were going to take part in a search. By that time, we’d been in Iraq for six months, and we had done a lot of searches like that. Then on that morning, we found some contraband, confiscated it, and then we were consolidating around a mosque. Each Stryker came up and lined up before we got the