The roads leading in to San Salvacion seemed to be crammed with the burned-out husks of enemy tanks and anti-aircraft vehicles. The Abrams handled it easily, pushing the vehicles out of the way with its dozer blades. Reginald rubbed his leg, or what was left of it, and peered through the smoke of the numerous fires that had sprouted up. It was dark outside, a result of the blackout initiated by the Erusians to prevent air forces from being effective. The green of the night vision gave a strange look to everything, but Reginald was thankful for that piece of equipment. He shrank back as the screen whited out, and he stuck his head out of the hatch. He smiled when he saw that the blackout had been ended. His smiled widened when an enemy tank rolled out of its cover, unaware of his tank.
"Gunner, fire at will."
"Yes, Sir!"
The tank rocked as it fired, and Reginald had barely ducked back into the hatch when it went off. The enemy tank went up in a fireball, and Reginald whooped in joy as he saw the fuel detonate, further ripping it apart.
Reginald caught a flash of the Ribbon's F-22 as it passed overhead, followed by hundreds of tracer rounds from a nearby AA gun. Reginald followed the tracers back to the point of origin and saw the mobile AA gun.
"Turn seventy-five degrees right and target that AA gun!"
The tank boomed once more, and the AA vehicle came to a halt. Reginald watched as the crew jumped out, and he laughed as the city's citizens attacked and beat them.
"All ground forces, this is Brigadier General Masters. The city is ours!"
Reginald pumped his fist and yelled in joy, but a garbled message made him stop. He focused in on the frequency and realized it was coming from AWACS. His eyes widened in fear when he heard mentions of B-2s. Reginald quickly crossed himself and said a quick prayer for the pilots as the citizens cheered for their liberators. He envied them the fact that they had no idea what was coming. He looked toward the sky and caught a brilliant flash of orange light. He wasn't sure if it was the Ribbon or the enemy aircraft, but he hoped for the latter.
He caught a fleeting glimpse of an F-22 as it flew overhead, and he saluted it as the celebrations continued.