An Unwinnable War
Episode 2 - The Day we've waited for
March 1, 1977
2 Years after the Vietnam War
"You remember those Grimm that were giving us problems? Back at that SDC Camp? Yeah, thanks to them, I thought I was a goner. Until those guys arrived. The ones with those Pattons. They're the reason I've got an Army job. And they're the reason the SDC's monopoly crumbled. I'd give them all the thanks in the world for 'em, but they were just doing their job."
- Anatoly 'Sunrise' Azur, Ex-SDC Worker (Now employed in the United States Army Civilian Indigenous Defense Groups)
Memoirs of 1st. Lt. Jay 'Raptor' Ruben;
"Hell, I didn't expect my tank assault to go somewhere brighter. When we charged through the forest, we weren't expecting to go anywhere with our incredibly poorly-planned assault. But hell, we came across the first SDC Camp we'd have to liberate. Either from Grimm or the assholes running 'em. That got us nowhere diplomatically, though. But fuck the SDC. Corpos ruin everything they touch. But hey, at least we got our first volunteers in assisting reconstruction. The ones we got back from the camp were great at construction."
"The Faunus though? Ahh... I've seen far worse. Over here at FOB Fort-Night, we were too utterly idiotic to care about race. When the 172nd came in, they were too intrigued to be racist and were pretty welcoming as far as I could tell. And since most of our reinforcements were Northern, I'm pretty sure we didn't see as many N-Words being tossed around, at least initially. But the issue of racism and the rights issue became irrelevant, at least for Faunus, when our Prez good ol' Jimmy Carter instituted the 'Faunus Civil Rights Act' back in '78 when our involvement turned public."
"Though I'll never forget the reactions of fucking Brezhnev and most of the War-Pact when Jimmy unveiled our involvement. They lambasted us for imperialism, but, imagine my surprise when fucking Vietnam and Yugoslavia came to our defense. At least, Yugoslavia defended us in the UN. Vietnam just said that while imperialists, the US at least tried their best to liberate the working class. Condemning the SDC, liberating workers, and whatnot. In return, Carter re-instated relations with 'Nam and got the KPNLF to co-operate with the NVA, and surprisingly enough got the Vietnamese government to ease up on civil and political rights."
"Though Carter's decision regarding 'Nam... Well, it did piss off a lot of people. I can personally state that. But, hell, I don't know how Carter did it, but it only took several years to ease up the animosity between us and 'Nam. Even in the Diaspora. I suppose we stole the Vytal Treaty's effects and applied it to the US and 'Nam. To eternal peace, Carter says."
"Though, on the topic of Remnant... I'm starting to wish that Menagerie didn't have to meet Earth in the worst way possible."
Jay Ruben - SDC Mining Camp - March 1, 1977 (Earth Years) - 7:24 AM (Earth Time)
"Shit, I guess we're gonna have to go there?" The Commander of Tank 3 asked. "We might as well. Get answers as to who the hell is attacking us, and where 'here' is. I dunno about you, but Vermont's cold. This feels like it's the most milquetoast temperature." Jay added and got an affirmative from Tank 3. "Right. Gotcha. Alright boys, let's go rescue some bitches." Tank 3 lurched forward, and with it, the other tanks followed as well.
"Fuck, man. I didn't think that I'd be involved in... you know," Tank 4's commander opened up.
"With all due respect, what's your name?" Jay asked, concern in his voice.
"It's... It's Carl Kenny, sir." Kenny, Tank 4's commander, opened up.
"Kenny. I ain't gonna let you die in here. We came here on my orders, but it's my decision to give my own life up, and if push comes to shove, I'll fucking do it." Jay spoke. He wasn't aware if it actually had any effect on Kenny. He just sounded like he gave a vague promise, but hey, at least he tried.
"El-Tee..."
"Look, Kenny. If one of us has to stay behind, I'll take up that job. Got it? If you have anyone to blame, it's me. Now, let's get a move on."
"Gee, thanks El-Tee," Kenny responded, sarcasm peering into his voice. But he did believe El-Tee's words, so he had some consolation in that the El-Tee would actually do it.
At least, hopefully.
"By the way, El-Tee. I'm going to have your fucking balls for this if we actually make it out with you."
"Sure. But I might just kill myself to ensure you never get that victory."
"Fuck you too, El-Tee."
"You're welcome, Kenny."
"Thanks."
The conversation was cut short as the M48 Pattons continued their stalwart advance. At least, without firing first. The Pattons didn't get a clear shot of the enemy, so they instead had to resort to advancing slowly and slowly as the shape of the industrial-looking facility came closer and closer. Jay wished that he didn't have to get involved in this, but apparently, Vermont hated him.
"Hey, check that out. That's a snowflake on the flag."
Jay turned his head somewhere and came across a snowflake on a white background. He stared at it with childlike awe. At least, he'd have called it an actual snowflake and not a snowflake in spirit. But alas, it had jagged edges everywhere like it was going to kill someone. "Hey, check that out. That snowflake looks like it's got edges everywhere. Though I'm reminded of something from... fuckin' I dunno, Japan?"
"With respect, El-Tee, you're confusing that for a shuriken. Although I also wonder... Would you be willing to stick it in you for-"
"Okaaaaaay, Kenny, we get it. You're a Confirmed Bachelor. Now let's get back to the op."
"Got it, El-Tee."
"Go find some young guy fresh outta college if you're into that."
"Technically, El-Tee, aren't you still of college age?"
"Choke on a pretzel and fucking die, Kenny."
"You got it."
The tanks' commanders were all equally anxious. While they were able to face off against the Wolves easily, that was in a tank. Now imagine if environmental circumstances forced Jay or Kenny to stay behind in this hellhole. Now that's food for their thoughts. They weren't exactly keen on being trapped with wolves clawing at the tank every once in a while, and they'd like to keep it that way.
Jay didn't say it nor look like it, but on the inside, he felt like he was about to approach his last day of life. But... trying to humor the platoon in the middle of combat, especially since the Wolves couldn't scratch off the Armor even if they tried to, was a decision he wished he'd have made a long time ago. Especially just to make the worst statements ever.
"I'mma go get 'em wolves!" Tank 3's commander abruptly spoke, as if he was trying to pitch the suggestion to the rest of the squadron. He decided to humor him.
"Did you bring an auxiliary double barrel?" Jay snorted as he said this.
"Look, these damn Little Red Ridin' Hood-looking Wolves are just as fragile as those damn Gators!"
"You're from the Deep South, Tank 3?"
"Yeeeeper! Raised in a Northern school though, but the accent's still here!" He cheerily admitted.
"Right then, name, Tank 3?"
"Just call me Cleetus. It's not the greatest name but it could be worse!"
"Right, right. So..."
"We're here to get my fucking Epinephrine back!" Cleetus shouted, telling the M48 Patton to get a move on.
"Wait, is that what we're here for?" Kenny interrupted, confused but snorting, clearly in on the joke. Looks like Kenny has a worse sense of humor than Jay.
"Sorry, I lied to ya. We're here to get my Morphine back from those bitch animals." It was the rest of the platoon's turn to devolve into derange laughter as Cletus got the squadron to laugh at the worst joke possible. However, he could excuse them due to the problem known as 'anxiety' and 'fear of getting stranded in the middle of nowhere'.
"Hey, Cletus, you ever married your cousin twice-removed?"
"Ohoho, you want me to do the FDR?"
Jay immediately stopped. He admired FDR, and yes, he did know that he married a distant relative. Distant enough for their kids to turn out fine. But still, that made Jay stop for a bit during the banter.
"Alright, Cletus. Let's go get your Morphine back."
"If it means I get to stop wearing those stupid berets when we get back to base, then hell yes!" Cletus all but shouted as the M48 Patton platoon came close to the entrance of the area.
"Wolf down by the gate," Cletus reported. Jay only gave out one additional response.
"Fire."
The Wolf's bones shattered on impact and detonated as an HE shell from a 90mm gun hit it.
"Hit."
"Reload."
Cletus' tank began reloading as Kenny's tank shot at another Wolf trying to leap at the tanks.
"Hit." Kenny reported.
"Yeah, yeah, reload."
It was at this moment that they were close enough to notice the signs on the entrance that would've warded off any sane person. Or, at the least, smart people. Not the 86th. But, still, they tried as best as possible to read the signs. "Hey, Cletus, Ken, take a look at this," Jay spoke, pointing towards the large sign on the metal... gates, he thought.
"Property of the... Schnee Dust Corporation? Trespassers will be detained." Ken chuckled as he looked at the rest of the SDC camp. "Well, I don't think that you've had a great time enforcing that second part."
"A Dust corporation? Hey, Jay! Are you still open to a Squid company? I'll call it the Sneeze Squid Corporation!" Cletus shouted, before turning his machine gun to gun down another Wolf that tried to flank the tank. Fucking idiots.
"I'm open to the suggestion, yes, but not right now," Jay said. "Tear down that wall. We're going to see if anyone's still alive. If they ain't..." Jay strayed off as he looked at the rest of the burning industrial camp-thingy that he just stumbled upon.
"Well, we'll salvage what we can, kill some Wolves, and get the fuck out," Ken added.
"Right, right. Anyway..." Jay inhaled. He had to do this. One more push. Just one more push, then search-and-rescue assuming there's civilization here and then get back home. After all, these Wolves came outta here, so they're gonna go back over there, to home.
"Mister Ruben..." Cletus ominously stated before Jay told his driver to ready the gears.
"Tear down this gate!" He ordered, his voice booming into the radio as it turned into tin-can-level static.
And with a resounding crash and the introduction of the M48 Patton into Remnant, the camp's gates were broken down. The United States had officially made its first move into Remnant, and it was to assault an already-sieged SDC camp. Something which, if Jay remembered, was going to absolutely bite him in the ass diplomatically. But still, this was the baby step of the US into Remnant's political affairs.
Remnant wasn't ready for what was to come, unfortunately. While the world would have had a better chance with a competent team coming from another world...
...Someone was unfortunate enough to give them the third-rate Z-Team of the United States National Guard to Remnant instead of more deserving units like the 101st or the Green Berets. And so, instead of cold calculation, Earth bumped into Remnant because of the sheer idiocy of the 86th.
And somewhere, Ozpin abruptly chuckled, startling some of the people he interviewed.
He'd never explain, even if bribed to.
Anatoly Azur - SDC Mining Camp - April 2, 877 (Remnant Years) - 8:24 (Remnant Time)
"Keep firing! Don't let those Grimm bastards in!" A SDC Guard shouted as Anatoly opened fire on a Beowolf attempting to claw through the barricade that his fellow co-workers set up. The Grimm tried to stick its hands into the broken windows of the formerly-glass door before it was chased off by automatic gunfire from an Atlesian rifle that Anatoly took from a dead body.
"Damn rats!" Anatoly shouted, continuing to fire outside of the window as another Beowolf tried to tear down the barricade. A firing line of SDC workers and guards ensured that no one Beowolf would break into the facility. Not one step in.
"Damnit." Anatoly swore, looking at his rifle as it jammed at the worst time. The dust casing failed to eject properly, and the round was stuck in there. Left without a weapon until he could scavenge another one from a fallen guard, many of which were outside the Manager's building - the only safe zone in this attack - and thus were just practically impossible to get.
With no other gun to turn to, Anatoly discarded his rifle and ran back to where all the injured were settled. In the lounge of the manager's building. It was where the SDC and Faunus workers huddled around after the initial Grimm attack.
The sight that greeted him was one he kept passing by, but still couldn't afford to look at.
SDC Guards. Faunus workers. SDC Logistics staff. Atlesian Army liaisons. All of them were in the lounge, and were often some form of injured, gravely wounded, or in some cases, dead. He couldn't be bothered to deal with this right now. He was no medic, but looking at this sight made him squirm inside. He wasn't entirely fearful of blood, having bled a lot while being injured in work.
However, the sight of people spilling their guts out and medical garbage blending in with crimson pools of blood did not comfort him at all. He wished he couldn't think of such negative thoughts, but hell, the Manager was the source of all this negativity in the first place.
Damn Schnee HRs.
Quite a few of the Guards and the Logistic Staff weren't as assholish as the Manager. And Anatoly was thankful for that. He'd bought an SDC Guard cigarettes once, and he was repaid with a pocket knife for self-defense. Just in case. He thanked the guard for that.
But alas, he would've repaid him as well if not for the current situation, looking over the injured in the middle of a lounge while gunfire echoed throughout the managerial building. The brave workers and guards were putting aside animosity and prejudice, even for just a little bit.
Though it doesn't prevent mortality rates.
"How's he looking?" SDC Medic 'Eisenhauer' looked over a Faunus worker who was currently on a stretcher with tourniquets wrapped around his arms and legs. The bleeding stopped, but...
"He's lost a lot of blood. And we haven't patched up the wounds on his legs, we had to resort to tourniqueting his wounds. If they snap, he's going to keep bleeding. But keep them on..." Eisenhauer looked at the medic beside him with the nametag of 'Blanc' with the most horrified expression that Anatoly - Sunrise - had ever seen.
"Blanc. The flesh is going to die!" Eisenhauer all but yelled, with Blanc scowling in anger, and then shaking her head.
"Eisenhauer. The other solution is that he bleeds to death." She noted, and Eisenhauer returned the favor by frowning heavily.
"Damnit, damnit, damnit! There has to be another way!" Eisenhauer all but begged as he rummaged through the remaining medical supplies he had. The worst part about having no aura means that you had to rely on messier ways of healing someone.
Like wrapping their arms in tourniquets. And watching as the arm is necrotized.
Anatoly cringed. Not a good way to go. Losing your hand because it had no blood pumped to it? Yeah... It's a miracle he managed to stay in one piece during the sprinting to the manager's building. He'd normally have been torn to shreds. And he meant 'normally' because he saw 4 co-workers get snatched and absolutely murdered.
Now Anatoly thanked the stars that he didn't have to deal with this.
"Eisenhauer! We have no blood bags! All we have is morphine and epinephrine. And I don't think we're here to overdose and kill our patient!"
"Goddamnit, Blanc! I'm trying to save lives! That's why I signed up for the SDC Medical department!"
"I know that! But we have to let people die if we can't help it. Fuck..."
"Goddamnit! Everyone's dying around us!" Eisenhauer shouted, and Anatoly took the moment to actually scan the Lounge for truth to Medical Officer Eisenhauer's statements.
Let's see...
A dying SDC Faunus Worker bleeding his guts out being tended to by two other SDC Medics?
Okay, that was scarily accurate. He winced. He really didn't want to take a look at that anymore.
An SDC Guard being marked as dead?
Wincing again, he noticed that the Guard had no gun. He cursed. He felt sorry for the guy, but goddamnit, he could've died with his gun in hand.
That'd save him the troubles of risking his life to the Grimm.
And the last one to confirm his statements...
A corpse he couldn't identify being covered in flies and maggots after being dead for hours at this point?
Fuck. Everyone was dying around them.
Shit, shit, and shit.
He tried to calm himself down by huddling into a corner and sitting down, clutching his head. He once heard a song, a song about how things'll be alright in the long run.
It'll be alright in the long run!
He repeated the song as the gunfire became louder. The good news was that it didn't come closer, which meant the barricade was still safe. The bad news was that the firing line was dealing with more Grimm. He could tell that thanks to how many guns started firing en masse.
He was wishing he brought earplugs a long time ago.
As the gunfire came out louder, an elevator door opened right next to the lounge. Everyone knew that sound. The sound that Guards dreaded. The sound that made Faunus immediately flee. The sound that that made everyone else groan in sheer anger.
The goddamn elevator doors opened, revealing the SDC Site Manager. The asshole who got us attacked by the Goddamn Grimm in the first place.
Anatoly instantly sprinted towards the Manager as he walked out of the elevator. His immediate action after grabbing that damn bastard? Repeatedly punch him in the face.
"YOU UTTER FUCKING BASTARD! WHERE'S THE GODDAMN EVAC YOU PROMISED US?!" Anatoly shouted, his fist slamming into the Manager's face. Nobody tried to stop him. Those that would have were all dead, and the rest were just angry. Really angry. The Manager promised that he'd try to get them out as fast as possible. He was known to be very untrustworthy, but they did let him go back up to see what he would do. Now, leaving him to call for evacuation would be far less aggravating...
...If he didn't promise the evacuation two hours ago and only came back now. The rat bastard was painting a target on his own head, and the people - Faunus and Human alike - were ready to throw everything at said target. Anatoly tightened his grip on his collar as he lifted the rat up and punched him several times in the face more. He was no rat faunus, but he was just as scummy as a real rat. Anatoly could confess that with regards to this SDC manager.
His poor practices were what got them here in the first place! Not even the Guards nor the Logi staff were capable of the stupidity of the manager's level. That motherfucker somehow managed to drive a wedge so large it produced enough negativity for a coincidentally walking-by horde of Grimm to gun straight for the SDC Camp. Anatoly had no respect for the Manager, and neither did everyone around the lounge.
"WHERE. IS. THE. EVAC?!" Anatoly all but screamed as he finished his punching spree with a large right hook directly into the Manager's eye.
"They..."
"THEY WHAT?!"
"The..."
"THEY. WHAT."
"They... said.."
"ANSWER ME ALREADY!"
"Said... five hours..."
"Wh-WHAT?!" Anatoly screamed as he punched him once again. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN FIVE HOURS?! ANSWER ME, YOU RETARDED SHITWAD!"
"...Bullheads... lack... fuel..."
"...YOU GOTTA BE SHITTING ME!"
"No... I do not..."
Anatoly dropped the Manager as the rest of the Lounge sat there knowing that they'd be dead before any reinforcements arrived. Though he had the drawing suspicion that the Manager was trying to bullshit his way out, the rest were still in shock. Five Hours. Just so they could get rescued. Five hours of what? Being swarmed by Grimm? Yeah, no thanks.
"...We're going to die, aren't we?" Eisenhauer opened up, pointing to himself and then moving his finger around the lounge. "That's it. They're leaving us for dead. They gave us an impossible time. We're all going to die." He spoke, before he backed up against a wall, slumped, and fell. He was in the fetal position as he began to despair. Everyone in the lounge cringed, but agreed. They were as good as dead in the eyes of the SDC. Fuck.
"Everyone stay calm, stay calm!"
"CALM?! CALM?! HOW THE SHIT CAN WE STAY CALM - DAMN NEGATIVITY - AFTER WE JUST RECEIVED NEWS OF US BEING LEFT FOR FUCKING DEAD BY THE COMPANY! GODDAMNIT!"
Nobody responded to the outburst, and instead sat there thinking. Everyone in the lounge realized it. They were all dead. No more.
They would've embraced it. After all, they weren't going to be rescued, so why not give a final Fuck You to the Schnees who put them in here? It might make their time worth it.
"Well, we might as well-"
He was interrupted by a loud explosion coming from outside the building. And another. And a third one. It ended with a fourth, only to repeat again as the explosions came closer.
"...Hey, uh, are there any SDC turrets outside?" One of the SDC workers guarding the door barricade asked.
"Nnnnoooo, they all got destroyed. Why?" An SDC guard responded, clearly just as confused.
"Because I'm hearing a lot of explosions and Grimm dying." The worker took a peek over the barricade just to see a Beowolf get hit by an explosion and slammed into a wall nearby.
"Think it might be evac?"
"Hooray! We're saved! Thank the Gods!"
The lounge cheered as some peeked to see the Grimm dying, with some getting slammed into a wall, some perishing in explosions, and others just being gunned down by an unseen assailant.
"They're dying! They're dying! We're going to be safe!"
As they cheered on, some people asked who it was that was killing the Grimm. Either they could be their savior or their worst nightmare ever. They could not tell. They just knew that the Grimm were dying, and explosions were loud.
"Think it could be the White Fang?"
"Maybe. Or it could be an SDC cleanup squad."
"Knowing Jacques, I wouldn't be surprised." Anatoly deadpanned, watching the Grimm dissipate into thin air.
It was at this moment that Anatoly realized that he heard mechanical noises outside of the manager's building. He immediately rushed towards the barricades and tore down a few parts of it to get a glimpse at their mysterious rescuer. He feared that they would be SDC or the White Fang. The Atlesian Army at least was genuine in their efforts to rescue people. The SDC was... dubious at best, and the White Fang had a kill-on-sight order for a few of Anatoly's friends.
As he continued to peek at the people who might have come to either kill or save them, a green stick poked itself out behind a wall corner...
...And it lurched forward to reveal a vehicle that looked like it came straight out of the scrapped R&D projects of the Atlesian Armed Forces. Only that it was painted olive green. An odd color.
He would have chalked it up as an old Atlas project stolen if it weren't for the fact that the words 'USA' were painted on it with green. Stars and what was presumably a serial number followed the letters 'USA'.
Looking for something to get its attention, Anatoly spotted a megaphone that had been abandoned. If he remembered correctly, someone used it to gather the people into the building. He was great at his job. But he stood too close to the door and got dragged to be eaten, leaving behind his megaphone in the process.
And he ought to use it.
Taking it from the ground, he leaped out of the barricaded entrances - windows and doors - and turned on the megaphone to get the attention of the vehicle.
"HEY! OVER HERE! SURVIVORS!"
The vehicle's turret turned to face Anatoly. Its cannon was visible. And it was only then he noticed it had a machine gun mounted on top of its turret. His eyes widened as he was prepared to take the bullet.
However, rather than that, the top opened and out came a humanoid- no, just human - figure in a green uniform wearing a helmet. He looked just as surprised as Anatoly.
Although it seemed that Anatoly had taken the lead in the 'be surprised' competition.
"Hello there! We're from the United States Army, 86th Armored Brigade!" He yelled, putting his hands near his mouth imitating a megaphone.
"My name is Jay Ruben! We can get you out of here!" He said, as other vehicles approached behind Ruben's tank.
Anatoly had never been more thankful for the military in his life up until now. He might just owe them something.
In retrospect - looking at it years later - he made the right choice taking up a job for their CIDG program.
He was respected, and that was all he needed.
Author's Notes:
Okay, some explanations first. I chose the names 'Anatoly', 'Blanc', and 'Eisenhauer' for these side characters because they at least adhered to the color rule by technicality. For context, Anatoly is a derivative of Anatolia, and Anatolia's etymology stems from the word Sunrise. Which evokes the color Yellow. Blanc has roots with the French language which means White. And Eisenhauer translates to Iron-Cutter which, by technicality evokes the color of iron - which was Gray or Silver. I'm not a color nerd though, but I tried to at least adhere to the character names.
So, yes, welcome to The Unwinnable War. I'm going to say this before we get anywhere - the US Military in 1977 is a far cry from the well-oiled machine it would become after Grenada. The US Military in this setting is not going to send ACTUAL FIRST-RATE army units to Remnant.
Because of the failure of Saigon, the people of the United States don't have high hopes for the American Army. And Jimmy's government doesn't want to pull troops back from West Germany because that would make them look weak - or look suspicious. However, the units they do send - the National Guard - are, to be blunt, third-rate Z-tier combatants. Many of the units that the US is going to send into Remnant are either equipped with old gear, understaffed, poorly trained, or a combination of all three. While they are still trained, they're not on par with regular Army units.
So, tl;dr the US is only sending their least competent National Guard units in New England to Remnant. DO NOT expect for there to be any use of special forces like the Rangers, SEALs, Delta Force, or Green Berets - these units sent to Remnant are the Z-Teams of the US Armed Forces. Sorry if I disappoint, but I have to state this. So no, there will be no epic special forces teams. It'll just be Grunts at most.
Now that I have that out of the way, I'll be releasing a part of the ORBAT with the units which will appear later on in the fic. The ORBAT will be down below, but be warned that you will not recognize any of these as hotshot units. Just National Guard.
ORBAT of NG Troops:
26th Infantry Division (Light) (MAARNG)
1st Brigade
-1/101st Infantry (Mech.) - Note: Detached from 1st Brigade, 26th ID and attached to the 86th ABDE as a round-out formation
-2/101st Infantry (Mech.)
-1/169th Infantry (Mech.) (CTARNG)
2nd Brigade
-1/102nd Infantry (Light)
-2/102nd Infantry (Light)
-1/181st Infantry (Light)
3rd Brigade
-1/104th Infantry (Light)
-2/104th Infantry (Light)
-1/182nd Infantry (Light)
DIVARTY (Divisional Artillery)
-1/101st Field Artillery
-1/102nd Field Artillery
-1/103rd Field Artillery
-2/103rd Field Artillery
DIVSUP (Divisional Support)
-1/126th Aviation
-3/126th Aviation
-101st Engineer Battalion
42nd Infantry Division (NYARNG)
1st Brigade
-1/69th New York Infantry
-1/71st New York Infantry
-2/174th Armor
2nd Brigade
-1/108th Infantry
-2/108th Infantry
-1/205th Armor
3rd Brigade
-1/242nd Infantry
-1/208th Armor
-1/210th Armor
DIVARTY
-1/156th Field Artillery
-1/186th Field Artillery
-1/258th Field Artillery
-2/258th Field Artillery
DIVSUP
-1/101st Armored Cavalry - Note: Being detached as a Pathfinder unit. God help us all.
-42nd Aviation Battalion
-204th Engineer Battalion
86th Armored Brigade (VTARNG) - NOTE: Operating as armored reconnaissance unit.
-1/172nd Armor
-2/172nd Armor
-1/101st Infantry (MAARNG)
73rd Infantry Brigade (Separate) (OHARNG)
-1/147th Infantry
-1/148th Infantry
-1/166th Infantry
-1/134th Field Artillery
-945th Engineer Company
107th Armored Cavalry Regiment (OHARNG) - NOTE: All squadrons have organic artillery batteries.
-1/150th Armored Cavalry (WVARNG) - Note: Only Combat Unit of West Virginia Army National Guard
-2/107th Armored Cavalry
-3/107th Armored Cavalry
-4/107th Armored Cavalry
16th Engineer Brigade (OHARNG)
112th Engineer Battalion
-290th Engineer Company
-837th Engineer Company
-1192nd Engineer Company
216th Engineer Battalion
-811th Engineer Company
-812th Engineer Company
-1191st Engineer Company
-1194th Engineer Company
112th Medical Brigade (OHARN)
-285th Medical Company
-684th Medical Company
42nd Military Police Brigade (RIARNG)
118th Military Police Battalion
-119th MP Company
-125th MP Company
243rd Military Police Battalion
-169th MP Company
-1111th MP Company
1207th Transport Company