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The man with the rifle hopped down from his perch. The enemy air cavalry appeared to be ignoring him in favor of a more pressing directive to his east. Wiping the sweat from his brow he leaned his rifle against the wall and sat on some rubble. He took his helmet off and placed it on his lap, inside slightly soggy from blood and sweat was a picture of his wife. He knew it was against regulations to take his bucket off in a battlefield, actually it was just plain stupid, but he did it anyway. He did not much care about regulations anymore, the aliens had landed, what did regulations state for that?
At that moment a missile of some sort whizzed over his head, his head snapped up to try to identify it. It was going too quickly to make a proper identification but it appeared to be a copperhead surface-to-surface missile. Someone was fighting back. Suddenly the building to his left was destroyed as an alien tank burst through it as if it were made of tissue paper. He dived to his rifle and grabbed it, on his back he prepared for the end. But the tank just kept rolling. Wherever all of these aliens were going in a hurry seemed to be where the party was, that's for sure. He looked to his immediate surroundings for the highest vantage point. it was across the street in an abandoned office building.
Kicking open the roof access door he slid to the nearest shadow cast by the setting sun. Using the sights on his older (yet somehow more reliable) M14 rifle he looked to the east. There hovering in the sky like some mechanized mushroom was a thing. He knew it was not human of origin and therefore definitely his problem. With the sights on his rifle he saw a laser waving around at the doom-shroom.
"So that's the team who's calling in those Copperheads." he scratched his head and watched as another copperhead zoomed over the rooftops from behind him and smashed into one of the smaller enemy single fighters. He looked at the nearest building. Then at the alien mushroom of death. "Fuck this shit"
He across the rooftops to the east.