China,Yangtze river, south of Yichang, April 1st 2071
Today was not a good day. My squad was currently pinned down by Chinese paratroopers. Who were making a desperate attempt of holding the line. They had to defend the Yangtze river or else me and the rest of the 82nd Airborne division would be able to cross the river and take Chongqing, Yichang and Shanghai then it was only Xi'an that stood in our way to make it to Beijing.
I Am getting a head of myself, my name is First Sergeant Alan Ackerman and I am an NCO in 82nd Airborne division, Echo company , 3rd platoon. We were tasked with breaking throught to the other side of the river. We did not count on them being damn good at camouflaging their pillow boxes and bunkers.
We took heavy machine gun fire as soon as our armor had passed by the pillow boxes and bunkers. Then it started to rain fucking mortars and our fucking Tanks and APCs were obliterated . " Lt what's the plan" corporal porter shouted. The stupid fuck was fresh out of officer training. " Lieutenant we gotta move or were gonna either be blowin to pieces or shot the fuck out a " I shouted. Everybody in our squad was shouting at him to make a decision. Then he made a decision that would change my life for the worse on my opinion." Okay, okay fix bayonets and charge that pillow box." he said, you could see the panic in his eyes.
"Lieutenant, I wouldn't do that. It'll get us all killed. I recommend we get two guys with grenades to charge the pillow box will some of us provide cover fire!" I shouted, then porter was hit Right in the face. The bullet went right through and emerged with Porters brain and skull, it splattered all over my face and Kevlar vest. Private Warrens started to panic and ran out of cover and was shot up by mg fire. " We gotta do some thing LT" shout private Weiss. "Shut up and fix bayonets" said Lieutenant Rennalds. " don't do it lieutenant we've lost enough men". I shouted. "don't fucking contradict me sergeant, fix your fucking bayonet on your rifle." The soldiers looked at me pleading for me to do something but instead of doing anything I fixed my bayonet, scared of a fucking court martial. " Charge" the Lt shouted. We ran at the pillow box my heart beating fast. Then a stray mortar hit us directly. Bits of my squad mates rained down on me. It was just me , the LT and Pfc Cole. We ran and then Cole took a hit in the thigh and the Lt was chopped in half by machine gun fire. I could see his entrails and intestines hanging out, he was crying for his mother, begging me to kill him. He got his wish from one of the Crimson Dragoons sharpshooter, right in the head.
I turned around and dragged Cole up. I had to get him to the evac site. Just as I got Cole loaded on the vertibird, one of the crew chiefs told me to get on board we had lost our momentum. The Chinese were on a counter attack. I refused I had nothing to live for I was an orphan and my squad was dead. So me and a handful of others stayed behind to defend the evac site.
We managed to by the vertibirds some time. But as the last chopper took off the Chinese started firing mortars killing everyone but me and Captain Joe Andrews. We were out of ammo and sir rounded by paratroopers. " may as well surrender sergeant, know how to tell them that Al " he said through gritted teeth. "Know problem sir, a learned a little Chinese while in Anchorage" I said. "women touching" I said, in butchered Chinese. "No need to speak our language American, you are now our prisoners."