Village
March 14th, 2004
11:30 AM
Nanortalik, Greenland
Opposition: Russia
Private Max Miller, Canada
Max was running along the main road of Nanortalik, a small village in Greenland, looking for his squad. All he heard was distant shouting and distant shooting. He couldn't make out which way the voices were coming from. They were trying to capture the town church, but were failing badly. He then saw the tall church steeple into the distance, and started running toward it. He got about half way to it, when he saw a Russian T90 tank appear in front of the church. He froze to a stop, and heard Russian shouting. Then, bullets circle around his feet. He dived to his right, behind a small building. He broke the window and climbed it, and slumped against the wall, taking a deep breath.
"My god, where the hell did these commies get this crap?"
He moved slowly to the other side of the room and looked out the window. He saw a group of Russian soldiers across the street jump over a wall and take cover. He saw their eyes look above the building he was in. He swung his gun against the window and started shooting his MP5 across the street. At least pinning them down, he reloaded and noticed the tank turning its barrel towards him.
"Ohhhhh CRAP!," he yelled.
He got up and ran for the door at the back of the room. He opened the door and the explosion behind him blew him forward. He opened his eyes with blurry vision, and barely able to stand up. As soon as he got onto his feet, he collapsed again. He opened his eyes again and saw a Russian soldier walking through the hole made by the tank. He was walking toward Max, with a grin on his face. Max slowly lifted up his pistol and pointed it at the soldier. The soldier then looked alarmed and quickly shot Max through the shoulder. Max screamed in pain. The soldier got to Max and lifted him up to his feet. He then pistol whipped Max in the face.
"Get the HELL off of me you COMMIE BASTARD!," Max yelled toward the soldier.
Max pulled his fist back as far as he could and slammed it right into the Russians face. The soldier fell back onto the floor, and Max did the same. They both got up slowly and stared into each others eyes. The Russian soldier ran toward Max, trying to punch him.
Max ducked just in time and pulled out his knife. He punched the soldier again and cut his throat. Max got against the wall and rested some more. When he looked up, he noticed a ladder leading higher up into the building. He staggered to his feet, and started climbing. Once he got closer to the hole at the top, he heard louder and louder machine gun fire. He reach the top of the ladder, and peaked into the room. He saw 4 soldiers, all American.
"Finally...Friendlies...," Max yelled out. The soldiers all looked at Max.
Max struggled to climb up in the room. One of the soldiers got up and went toward Max. He helped him up and noticed his Canadian flag.
"Who are you, soldier?," asked the American soldier.
"Private Max Miller...from Canada...3rd Infantry...," Max replied, struggling to talk because he was still feeling dizzy.
"I'm Lieutenant Jones, from American, 41st Infantry," he said.
Jones helped Max further into the room, where there were windows. The other soldiers were looking for Russians. He looked across the street trying to see the Russians he was shooting at. He saw them lying in the spot, dead. He also saw the tank in the middle of the road, burning.
"OK, guys, listen! Cameron, his squad, and a whole lot of other squads are on the other side of the church! We are going to swarm them when we rush into the church! They have no chance... we just need to wait for the red flare from them to signal the go...," Jones said.
He had a clear view of the church, and firing coming out of the steeple. He was waiting for the flare to pop out from behind the church. Then he saw it.
"OK! GO, GO, GO!," yelled Jones. He then looked at Max. "You able to get up?," he asked. Max looked at him and nodded.
When he got up, they all climbed out of the windows and down the boxes stacked outside of them. He rushed towards the church. Jones looked at Max and yelled to Max, telling him to climb the boxes on the side of the church and into the window so he would end up on the second floor. Max then veered off to the right, and disappeared in the smoke. Once he got to the boxes, and started climbing them. He got onto a portion of the roof and rushed towards the window. Surprisingly, he saw all of his allies gathering around the ladder leading into the steeple. He broke the window, and joined them.
Jones walked toward him. "Take this grenade and roll it into the steeple up there. The close the door and hold the handle down so they can't throw it back down here."
Max took the grenade and climbed up the ladder. When he got to the top, he briefly opened the door and rolled the nade in there. He held the door down. Then, he explosion broke the door and made Max fall down. Luckily, he grabbed the ladder before he hit the floor.
Jones spoke out, "Anyone here speak Greenlandic?," he asked. A couple of people rose their hands. He chose a person, and said to them, "You know what to say." Townspeople gathered around outside
The soldier climbed the ladder and started speaking in Greenlandic.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Nanortalik! We have come to liberate you, and the rest of Greenland of the Russians! Unfortunately, we have not made it to the capital city yet! But believe us, once we do, you will be free of your Russian rulers, and be free once again!"
The townspeople began to cheer.