1995 AD, August 24th: Fort Carson
This was their time, finally after the 2 years since the training started they were needed. He did not quite believe that they were going to fight aliens on a distant planet, but he was ready nevertheless.
He was freezing and disoriented, but there was no time, he had to find cover, there were some unidentified people in eagle helmets shooting what appeared to be energy at him from some strange staffs. He was able to take out at least a dozen of them before he was hit and the darkness came.
There was nothing and suddenly he saw a light and a face. Hey, it was a familiar face, the medic, but the medic was not dead, why was he in heaven sooner. He looked around some more and realized that this was not heaven, but some golden box. He did not even have enough time to get his bearings, when the medic shouts at him and shoes him out of the box and another dead soldier is put inside.
They won, even against superior numbers. They received heavy casualties, sustainable, but heavy nevertheless, but thanks to the golden box only a handful of them were permanent deaths. The pyramid, the alien spaceship, was captured, a proud possession of the United States military.
Now just, how to get home?
