Disclaimer: I don't own this game. I never have and I never will!
My notes: Yay new chapter! This is the chapter when the war actually starts. Now do me a favor and please R&R!
"A house divided against itself cannot stand." Abraham Lincoln June 16, 1856
January 10, 2014. 0600 hours. Mc Neely AFB Wisconsin
"I can't believe we're doing this, you know?" A special forces trooper of the 41st airborne division said to his other squad mates.
His features and those of his team were concealed by their dark black helmets and full body, low visibility, black-gray body armor.
"Yeah. But if we don't, then we get conquered by the Coalition and then they make us do it anyway, or they kill us. Bastards!" His partner responded in utter distaste of their situation.
"If only the others felt the same way." Said a third as she motioned to the other thousand troops ,filling into the transport planes on the tarmac, "They have been enthusiastic about this operation from the start."
"The fools. Can't they see that they're being used?" Came a fourth.
"No. None of us are expected to think for ourselves! Damn it!" Replied a fifth.
"Hey! Delta Squad! Get to your troopship now!" Barked one of the senior officers.
"Alright! Let's go…" The lead paused for a second to make sure the officer, and anyone else around, couldn't listen to what he told his team next. "Now don't forget our plan people."
"Don't worry Sarge, we won't." A sixth soldier stepped up from behind the others.
"Good. That's what I wanted to hear."
"DELTA SQUAD! MOVE!" Roared the impatient officer.
"Sir, we are on our way." Replied the lead.
And with that they departed.
January 10, 2014. 1030 hours. Livonia
I left the hospital that morning. It was a day like any other, apart from the thousands of armed military personnel filling the streets of this once quiet town. Anti-air artillery was being set up, armored vehicles were rolling into the town, and troops set up machine gun nests on top of the buildings.
On my way to the far end of the city I stopped by small café for breakfast. Pancakes and toast. There was a TV in the building currently on the channel 4 news, I was far too busy eating to pay attention to the broadcast until someone yelled, "Everyone come look at this!"
Out of curiosity I squeezed my way to the TV just as the breaking news was being announced.
"We have urgent news dealing with the Coalition of Independent States. It appears that Wisconsin has turned over to the Coalition and declared war with the Union. As we speak they are sending an advance strike force to take the state of Michigan…"
The room turned deathly silent, a silence broken only by someone from outside shouting "Look! Up there! There has to be thousands of planes in the sky!"
I rushed outside, the sky was filled with aircraft. The sunlight glinted off of the huge transports and hundreds of fighters that filled the sky like a huge aluminum cloud… they belonged to the Coalition.
Suddenly, several of the craft erupted into bright orange balls of flame as F-16's from the 42nd air defense squadron, based in Selfridge Air National Guard Base, opened fire with 20mm Vulcan cannons and heat seeking missiles. The AA artillery around me opened fire in a deafening chorus, filling the sky with flack and shrapnel. But the enemy had fighters of their own, and soon a deadly battle waged far above my head between Michigan's National Guard and Wisconsin's forces.
There was the sudden roar as two jets shot past just above tree level, an F-16 was trailed by an F-14. Then the leading F-16 made a sudden dive, barrel rolled, and shot straight up into the sky. While the trailing pilot lost track of the F-16, the other pilot came around behind him and fired off a missile. The missile flew straight into the plume of the exhaust and into the jet engine. The enemy plane was blown in half. The front, which was now trailing a thick, black smoke, rammed into an office building nearly a mile away, shards of glass sparkled in the distance as the ten story building belched smoke and fire. The tail end of the aircraft spiraled on it's way to earth, it left a corkscrew of smoke in the sky, and impacted into the center of a public park near the hospital, setting it ablaze… the second Civil War had begun.
Unfortunately, while our planes were distracted with the enemy fighters, the transport planes flying in formation above the city began to dispatch their cargo. Thousands of parachutes filled the sky as troops and tanks were airdropped into Michigan.
"Shit!" I said. I had to get out of there, my family was already at the opposite end of the town waiting for me, so that's where I ran.
I can't remember why I ran, I guess I didn't want to make myself a target by using a car in this soon to be battlefield, it was a good idea.
Suddenly, there was this deafening roar as several AA artillery were knocked out of commission by missiles fired from the enemy planes. Giving the incoming paratroopers a clear shot into the city.
The enemy troops landed all over the city, and the Michigan armed forces were overwhelmed. Bullets whizzed passed my head as I dove for cover behind a dumpster. A split second later a grenade went off, shrapnel punched holes through the flimsy metal of the dumpster, missing me by mere inches.
I jumped up and ran again. Seeking cover, I dashed into an alleyway, explosions going off all around me. As I neared the other end of the alley I spotted a marine firing his rifle at an enemy I couldn't see. I noticed a tank rounding the corner, the marine continued with his attack hoping to drive away the hostile forces now assaulting the city. Then the tank fired… I never forgot what happened to that marine that day… his body was blown to pieces, blood was sprayed everywhere, I nearly threw up.
"Oh my God! I got to get the hell out of here!" I couldn't just stand there and hope to survive. So I carefully edged my way to the now half destroyed end of the building and peaked around the corner in hopes that I wouldn't get my head shot off.
What I saw was not the city I came to, but a war zone. The staccato fire from automatic weapons filled the air, along with explosions and the screams of dying men. Before I could do anything else, someone crept up behind me and knocked me out with a rifle but to the head…
My Notes Again: I seem to always end the chapters with the narrator getting knocked out. Don't worry it won't always be like that for the other chapters.