The Us Army Special Forces Team Had Been On Fort Gordon

combatants, they then realized that they were standing in the middle of multiple bunkers as they

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

“Frequently over this tumult could be heard the grim jokes of the critical veterans: but the retreating men apparently were not even conscious of the presence of an audience.”

The two forces headed into Norfolk, right through town, one heading north and the other east; it was quite a sight for the civilians that had seen so much. Never in their wildest dreams did they expect to see thousands of Marines heading off to battle in their own country. The Marines sang cadence as they marched through town and the suburbs. People lined the streets to see the spectacle because never had they been more proud; it sent shivers up their spines. The force heading north would encounter town after town and finally cut through Washington DC itself. Once they entered town they at first would be escorted through by the 3rd Infantry Regiment, then half way through they would be handed off to the 82nd Airborne. Not one Marine thought it was necessary that they needed Army escorts.

The two forces headed into Norfolk, right through town, one heading north and the other east, it was quite a sight for the civilians that had seen so much. Never in their wildest dreams did they expect to see thousands of Marines heading off to battle in their own country, it was all surreal. The Marines sang cadence as they marched through town and the suburb’s, people lined the streets to see the spectacle, never had they been more proud, it sent shivers up their spines. The force heading north would encounter town after town and finally cut through Washington DC itself. Once the entered town they at first would be escorted through by the 3rd Infantry Regiment, half way through they would be handed off to the 82nd Airborne. Not one Marine thought it was necessary that they needed Army escorts.

I, Carson Jones, have been part of these special forces for many years but this was the first time that they would be put on the line to save the country from a huge invasion. The day before on June 2nd, 1944 we had everything prepared for the big day. Everyone involved in the mission was our Captain, John Price, firearm expert, Will Fisher, the new kid, Chris James, and

After the venting session was complete, Colonel Cord moved the meeting forward to the situation of Colonel MacKenzie and the two men were surprised about the amount of support and respect they garnered among the special operations community. First, on the agenda, Colonel Cord covered the promotion list and described in detail Jackson’s arrest and subsequent flight home that almost killed him. These incidents shocked the officers, and they wondered how someone could get away with denying a wounded man medical treatment. Due to their knowledge of classified special operation missions and how they were carried out, none of the officers present accepted the army’s fabrication of lies because it didn’t fit with Jackson’s record of service and after

SGT Thomas was a dire member of the Joint Military Mail Terminal (JMMT). During her incumbency she veraciously executed a vast sum of positions ranging from Mail Clerk to the most senior position of Postal Supervisor. Under her authority and facilitation the JMMT triumphantly processed over 20,600,000 pounds of in/out bound mail and over 12,000 pieces of registered mail. Her attention to detail and knowledge of theater mail operations allowed for successful daily functions during peak mail seasons and high key leader transitions.

An example being that most American and Allied soldiers would often listened to the German “Sally and George” propaganda programs that were on the air. The men of the Fifth Army Mobile Radio Station always had to carefully pack their broadcasting equipment and moved. By the time the radio station had been set up, the Fifth Army had already moved, and the station had to be immediately taken down and the men prepared to move again with the Allied advance. Both setting up and breaking down the station took two days.

The chopper pilot weaved his way into the streets. Brayzack watched the myriad of infected as they staggered their way aimlessly through the ruins. Their enervated demeanor reminding him of a robot vacuum he had back at home. When turned on it would just head in one direction until it ran into an obstacle, then aimlessly change to a new direction and go that way until it hit another obstacle, as if searching for something that could never be found.

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

Outside of the town I found a couple of Brotherhood of Steel soldiers next to a bunker door. “Is this the entrance to the B.O.S bunker?” I asked looking at them. “You are correct, now what business do you have here?” He said in a strict tone. “Sorry to bother you, I was told that you might be able to help me by General Tullius,” I replied. “You may proceed, the leader of our squad is just inside,” the said as they moved out of the way of the door. Inside, it looked like it had once been a reasonably well kempt building, but now it was run down and in shambles. It was quite obvious who the leader was, as he was wearing a gleaming set of T-51b power armor and had a laser rifle strapped to his back. I walked up to him and asked, “sir, are you

There was a large old OLED flexi-monitor mounted on the back wall displaying odd, moving spheres made of liquid multitudes of colors like some classic lava lamp. Most of the Tranquility Lab’s personnel were preoccupied with their computer screens.

Perhaps no other individual was as bewildered as Ca’luc, who had been named the Chief Tactical Officer of the operation. He was a veteran of five deployments to the human’s planet and

“C’mon Westly Kalisto, let's get you back to the Anchor and you can meet Chief.” Yorker motioned towards the carrier door which I gladly obliged to. Walking out of the carrier, without hesitation, I found Captain Blanc along with another male and female. Yorker had now come up behind me, “That’s Alaska and Orion, Alaska is our Agricultural Executive and Orion is our Beta, or second in command to Cartix.”Alaska, Blanc, and Orion barely acknowledged me at all and turned to begin the journey towards the so called Anchor. Which if I’m going to take a guess is their camp.