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Impressionable

Chapter 1

Crash site

Driving down an old dirt road was an olive drab truck that carried a squad of rifleman. Among theses Soldiers was Sergeant Andrew (Andy) Jackson Tucker, although he did not talk much his mind was always ticking.

Join the army and see the world they told me, liars. That's not fair, I guess the ruins of Berlin and the American southwest are part of the world, but I'd be damned if it's the parts I wanted to see.

The covered truck the young Sergeant was riding in hit yet another bump in the old dirt road causing him more frustration.

Damn radar, they can't keep the sand out of it so the thing keeps getting fake hits, and every day they send us out to God knows where, to find something that doesn't exist.

The truck pulled to a stop off the road and the squad jumped out only to be surprised that this time there was an actual crashed aircraft.

The bizarre craft looked like a 6 meter long single wing with a cockpit in the middle. While Andy was wondering how the hell this 'plane' flew, he realized that his friends all had their guns up and pointed at something. After a second he realized what they were aiming at.

Crawling out of the craft was a metal suite of silver armor.

"HEY, YOU! ARMS IN THE AIR!" Yelled Captain Summers, leader of the squad.

The silver thing tuned around to look at us. Where they expected to see a visor they instead saw a small red light pulsing back and forth. The armor raised its left arm which contained its primary firearm and promptly shot at the Captain. Andy and the other soldiers promptly open fire with their Thompson's submachine guns and M1 Garands.

Army Base Radar room

"There has to be a mistake"

"It isn't a mistake; four other stations are reporting the same thing…"

"What are they detecting Privates."

The two radar techs snap to attention to the voice of their CO

"High altitude radar is picking up something in the upper atmosphere that's slowly descending over the American southwest."

"At first we thought it was a glitch but several other radar stations are reporting the same thing."

The General just looked at the two scrawny recruits "Well… is it a missile like the V-2"

"Well…Ummm" The two techs gave each other a nervous glance "It's too big to be a missile."

This got the CO's attention "How big is it? A bomber?"

"No, Sir. The equipment is telling us that it is three to for times the size of a capital aircraft carrier, and it's in a controlled decent"

Crash Site

Andy and the squad were walking over to the silver man. Fortunately the guy missed before he was shot down, although they were all a bit jumpy. Looking closely he could see that the .45 slugs from the Thompson's barley dented the thing, but the rifle cartages from the Garands pierced right through the thing. Andy immediately knew that something was wrong; the fluid leaking from the armor wasn't blood, it was oil.

"Tucker, get on the horn to command call for reinforcements and…Where the hell are we?" Asked Captain Summers

For the first time during this whole incident Andy finale spoke.

"Roswell, sir. Roswell, New Mexico"

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of a ship three to four times the size of an aircraft carrier entering the lower atmosphere.

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