Chapter 2, The Aftermath
Smoke clears over the defeated American fire base, flowing gracefully into the sunlight, the deathly smoke that the men saw last. Russian soldiers now occupy the American base, throwing their lifeless corpses over the ridge. The GI's eyes now stare blankly into the void, many of whom didn't live longer than a few seconds. Blood empties from some of the dead men's heads, bullets that cleaned the brains from their skulls. They lay on top of each other, the common men of America, who died together. The Russians finish clearing the bodies from the base, and begin work on a new one. Laughs arise from the soldiers, who mock the American war cause. Unknown to them, some Americans successfuly escaped the melee, only to be caught between the battle lines and the wilderness...
I am one of the last survivors. The Soviets overran our position, quickly eliminating anything that stood in their way. I was fortunate, because I ran from battle with a few others. We had no chance of surviving if we had stayed. I thought it better to run, and fight in a better position. Our makeshift squad has been doing it's best to survive. Every so often, we had the misfortune to run across a Russian troop or two, but they were quickly eliminated. There's no shortage of supplies, for we get our ammunition from the dead soldiers that we befall. I would rather not do this, but we have no choice.
It's been almost a week since that dreadful battle, and we've found no one from it that survived. I guess we're lucky, in a sense. Smoke rises over the horizon, and we cautiously walk over to it. The smell of death no longer hangs in the air, yet I smell only food...
We get to the top of the ridge, and crawl to see what is hiding below it. Our men shout with pleasure, seeing Americans down there. The GIs, not being combat-ready at the time, were somewhat shocked to hear shouts from out of nowhere. They rush over to us, and help our battle scarred soldiers get medical attention and warm food. I tell them everything, from how the battle looked to be ours, then Russians just kept coming and coming until they overwhelmed us. Soon afterwards, they slaughtered everyone but our small group of five. We managed to escape, but we lost a few men in the process.
We stayed with that company, who helped recover our health and returned us to fighting status. We learn of the state of America now, and she is beginning to take back what was hers. We have stopped the Soviets at almost every major battle, and we are pushing them back, out of our country.
The next day, we move out to another position, but this company is a mechanized infantry division, and we have the fortune to ride in our own personal IFV. The tanks are in front, leading us to our next battle. As far as I know, we are in the northern section of Texas, for the US Army has gotten a good hole punched in the Soviet lines.
The vehicle bumps along the road, as I keep my gun turret stable over the rough terrain, wary of an ambush.
I watch the tanks ahead, moving through the brush, oblivious to any danger they may face. I prepare myself to fight, as a Russian motorized rifle division is trying to move through the area. S-2 intelligence shows the Russian movement towards a large canyon, and will be an easy target to ambush. The vehicles come to a stop at the edge of the canyon, and I depart the IFV to construct a machine gun bunker. "Soon", I say to myself... "Soon they will come, and I will make them pay for what they did to us". My companion looks at me, saying "Lets kick some ass, man!" I nod at him, and soon I hear the sounds of tank engines, rumbling in the distance. The infantry advance, and the tanks open up with their machine guns, cutting them down into bloody shreads. I hear a huge explosion, and a Russian tank turns into a fireball. Another explosion rocks the canyon. I hear men scream, and I fire down into it. Another large explosion, followed by one of our Harriers turning a Russian tank into a scrap of metal. The companion aircraft makes another pass at the canyon, firing it's load of missiles at the defenseless armor. The rock walls glow with the force of the explosions, causing me to shield my eyes from the intense light. Some troops manage to survive, and I fire at them, hearing more horrible screams, followed by a deathly silence. I walk to the edge of the canyon to check for survivors, seeing a few soldiers crawling painfully across the sand. I raise my weapon, and end their suffering. Mumbling under my breath, "Thats what you get, you bastards", I get back into my IFV. Finally, revenge is mine...
Smoke clears over the defeated American fire base, flowing gracefully into the sunlight, the deathly smoke that the men saw last. Russian soldiers now occupy the American base, throwing their lifeless corpses over the ridge. The GI's eyes now stare blankly into the void, many of whom didn't live longer than a few seconds. Blood empties from some of the dead men's heads, bullets that cleaned the brains from their skulls. They lay on top of each other, the common men of America, who died together. The Russians finish clearing the bodies from the base, and begin work on a new one. Laughs arise from the soldiers, who mock the American war cause. Unknown to them, some Americans successfuly escaped the melee, only to be caught between the battle lines and the wilderness...
I am one of the last survivors. The Soviets overran our position, quickly eliminating anything that stood in their way. I was fortunate, because I ran from battle with a few others. We had no chance of surviving if we had stayed. I thought it better to run, and fight in a better position. Our makeshift squad has been doing it's best to survive. Every so often, we had the misfortune to run across a Russian troop or two, but they were quickly eliminated. There's no shortage of supplies, for we get our ammunition from the dead soldiers that we befall. I would rather not do this, but we have no choice.
It's been almost a week since that dreadful battle, and we've found no one from it that survived. I guess we're lucky, in a sense. Smoke rises over the horizon, and we cautiously walk over to it. The smell of death no longer hangs in the air, yet I smell only food...
We get to the top of the ridge, and crawl to see what is hiding below it. Our men shout with pleasure, seeing Americans down there. The GIs, not being combat-ready at the time, were somewhat shocked to hear shouts from out of nowhere. They rush over to us, and help our battle scarred soldiers get medical attention and warm food. I tell them everything, from how the battle looked to be ours, then Russians just kept coming and coming until they overwhelmed us. Soon afterwards, they slaughtered everyone but our small group of five. We managed to escape, but we lost a few men in the process.
We stayed with that company, who helped recover our health and returned us to fighting status. We learn of the state of America now, and she is beginning to take back what was hers. We have stopped the Soviets at almost every major battle, and we are pushing them back, out of our country.
The next day, we move out to another position, but this company is a mechanized infantry division, and we have the fortune to ride in our own personal IFV. The tanks are in front, leading us to our next battle. As far as I know, we are in the northern section of Texas, for the US Army has gotten a good hole punched in the Soviet lines.
The vehicle bumps along the road, as I keep my gun turret stable over the rough terrain, wary of an ambush.
I watch the tanks ahead, moving through the brush, oblivious to any danger they may face. I prepare myself to fight, as a Russian motorized rifle division is trying to move through the area. S-2 intelligence shows the Russian movement towards a large canyon, and will be an easy target to ambush. The vehicles come to a stop at the edge of the canyon, and I depart the IFV to construct a machine gun bunker. "Soon", I say to myself... "Soon they will come, and I will make them pay for what they did to us". My companion looks at me, saying "Lets kick some ass, man!" I nod at him, and soon I hear the sounds of tank engines, rumbling in the distance. The infantry advance, and the tanks open up with their machine guns, cutting them down into bloody shreads. I hear a huge explosion, and a Russian tank turns into a fireball. Another explosion rocks the canyon. I hear men scream, and I fire down into it. Another large explosion, followed by one of our Harriers turning a Russian tank into a scrap of metal. The companion aircraft makes another pass at the canyon, firing it's load of missiles at the defenseless armor. The rock walls glow with the force of the explosions, causing me to shield my eyes from the intense light. Some troops manage to survive, and I fire at them, hearing more horrible screams, followed by a deathly silence. I walk to the edge of the canyon to check for survivors, seeing a few soldiers crawling painfully across the sand. I raise my weapon, and end their suffering. Mumbling under my breath, "Thats what you get, you bastards", I get back into my IFV. Finally, revenge is mine...
