Date: May 30, 2014
Location: Berezino

Today was the day we go in to Berezino. The Chernarussians' last city. Today was the day we would all end this. Today was the day Chernarussians will surrender. For once, I was genuinely happy.

Now, the whole regiment would go in and wreck house, generally speaking. I was playing a song on my iPhone with my earbuds. "The Gael", it was in a movie called "The Last of the Mohicans. Today we were not playing around. We had actually better everything. I was in the lead tank, and near the city, I shot the wall around the city with the turret. "5 Meters to the city!" I heard a Lieutenant shout. Then, a whole squadron of maybe 4 or 5 Hueys landed in the city's walls. When we got into the city, the whole of the Chernarussian defense crumbled. A-10s flew in groups of 5, one group from the west, the other from the east. The AC-130 circled the city, like a hunter in the air. The objective was to take the city, by any means necessary. The ground Marines searched every building, every alleyway, everything. There were a few apartments the Chernarussians held down tightly. A tank was going to help Marines near there. There were dogfights between Hueys and Mi-17s. Most of the time, Hueys would be able to atleast disable the Mi-17s, but sometimes, the Mi-17s would disable a Huey.

There was a point in time when Mi-17s tried shooting at the tank, but I shot at them, didn't need to hit them, and they knew not to mess with it. There were a few B21 GRADs near the outskirts of the city raining down absolute Hell. There were BMPs running amok. There were also T-90, T-72 and T-34 tanks firing at our tanks.

We came around a corner, and sitting there, was a T-90 to our right. I didn't hesitate, and fired on it. It blew up into a fiery aura. Then, we continued with our assault. There were mortar teams once in a while, hitting a tank, or an LAV, or an AAV, but nothing really too damaging. To a HMMWV maybe, but not a tank. There were 20 HMMWVs with us in our assault too, however.

There were also GAZs, which we weren't really worried about. We had Harrier jets equipped with Cruise Missiles dropping them on targets. There would be dogfights between the Harriers and a Russian jet or something, not too much.

Then, I was behind another tank, and then, RPG hit the lead tank. Not mine, but I backed the tank around a corner, and got out. I then ran to the other tank to help the crew. Then, another RPG hit. I was thrown from the top of the tank onto my back, and I blacked out. I woke up about a minute later, on my back, gunfire shooting over my head, with a massive headache, and backache. I then shook off my shock of, "Oh shit, I'm in a warzone", to "Oh shit, I'm in a warzone." I stumbled to my feet to get to safety, and found myself surrounded by enemy fire. I called in a Huey to try to clear out enemies, when another tank came to the rescue.

I ran behind the tank to block enemy fire, and got back to my own tank. I then was safer than being in the open with bullets whizzing past my head inside a tank. I shook off any other shock, and went back to the battle. The Chernarussians were retreating to the water where they had little boat things. We sent our Hueys after them, and some Marines gave chase in RHIBs, while the others walled off our final city. I was in a RHIB, and I gave chase to a few boats. While Marines in the RHIB shot machine guns, ultimately sinking the other boats, the Chernarussians tried, but failed to fire back at us. One tried shooting us with an RPG, but luckily, I dodged the incoming grenade and kept to my course. Before long, the battle of Chernarus was finally over. With the last battle being Berezino.

Date: June 7, 2014
Location: Northwest Airfield

We kept a few Marines in Chernarus, atleast for a little while, reinforcements arrived regularly. This time, I was not one of those Marines staying in Chernarus. This time, I was going home. After years of not seeing my family, I was going home. I went home in an AC-130, back to Massachusetts, my home state. I could not wait to see my family again. I also was going to receive my Medal of Honor in Massachusetts as well. As the plane took off from the runway, I could see Hueys, Chinooks, Abrams tanks, A-10s, HMMWVs, and even LAVs, all lined up, like they were saying, "Goodbye." I shook that thought from my head, and snapped back to reality. After 4 years in hostile territory, you get used to the shootouts, and mortar rounds coming down on your head, and your buddies you spend time with. But, once you leave, you never see that any longer. I was glad, but in a way, I was sad. No more adrenaline rushes, no more guns to hold, no more any of that. Now, it'll be rushes to the kitchen, or holding my children. It's a big change, but once you go back to civilian life, you sometimes want to go back. Once you go back, you want to go back to civilian life again. It's a recurring cycle, and sometimes, you are happy for that cycle keeping you in line.

Date: June 18, 2014
Location: Boston, Massachusetts

Today, I was dressed up to receive my Medal of Honor. Suit and tie, not helmet and camouflage. My wife, who I love was there, so were my children. My parents, really everyone. As my name was called by the President himself, I stood up and walked to the podium, where he gave the medal to me by draping it over my neck. He then read the merit of the reasons as to why I was getting this medal. "For driving a tank into numerous firefights, and blocking bullets with said tank so Marines could get to safety. For thinking not of himself, but for a pilot and copilot of a helicopter, shot down, behind enemy lines, dragging them both from the wreckage, and getting them both inside of his tank to safety. For numerous accounts of putting his fellow Marines' lives above his own, I award Michael J. Finn of the United States Marine Corps, the Congressional Medal of Honor, for extraordinary valor and courage in battle, especially in the battles of Novigrad, Chernogorsk, Elektrozavodsk, and Berezino." he spoke, as he stepped down from the podium, and shook my hand again, congratulating me of my service.

Author's Note: Hello bandits, zombies and heroes! This is the final chapter in the series. If you all enjoyed this, please don't forget to leave a like and favorite, and a review too. If you enjoyed this as well, be sure to keep an eye out for my next DayZ fanfic!