An Unwinnable War
Episode 5 - Operation New Dawn
March 18, 1977
8 hours after MAC-NE Establishment
"Whiskey Foxtrot don't grill, man. They just get grilled. Why, go ask the F-4 Phantoms about Foxtrot. They said that Foxtrot makes some good cookin'."
- Corporal David Armstrong, U.S. Army, 1977
Memoirs of 1st Lt. Jay 'Raptor' Ruben;
"Okay, so, spoiler alert, but we weren't able to actually transport tanks in synch with the rest of MAC-NE. Yeah, as much as we'd have loved to tag along with the 26th ID, their airborne units just couldn't carry a fucking Patton and we had to wait until we had a FOB to stock. So we waited over there in Vermont. That's why I don't have much to talk about regarding March 18. For us in the 86th it was agonizingly boring. We were supposed to go recon, but SOMEBODY in MAC-NE screwed up and got us locked in a bureaucratic and equipment quagmire that left us behind to prepare for when we actually got to move. However, in hindsight, I think we got off relatively lucky."
"You see, the first units to go were the Pathfinder unit, a role which was assigned to CAVALRY. Let me give you some context if you're a non-military man reading an old ass' memoirs. A Pathfinder unit is comprised of the guys who are trained to be silent, sneaky, and clever. They open up the LZs for Hueys and shit, alongside C-130 drops. Normally this role would be given to well, I dunno, MAC-V SOG? But here... the task of silently obtaining an LZ was given to... an APC with a mounted machine gun, accompanied by jeeps and other machine gun-happy vehicles. You see what I mean?"
"Not only that, but the 26th ID, the guys with the only helicopters in the unit for a bit... Let me say something, they had the capability of carrying up to two brigades. How many did MAC-NE give to the 26th? THREE BRIGADES. They told them to carry three brigades and sent them over to Remnant without, you know, dumping some cargo or lightening the load to ensure that things wouldn't be painful. But that was just the start of the fuckups. I heard the real shit began when they were sent towards the outskirts of Vale through the forest, while searching for a potential FOB location."
"The 1/101st got bogged down while moving through woodland. Here's a fun fact. The vehicles of the 1/101st Cav only moved 1/3rd they had on roads. That's agonizingly slow. Then they had their first encounter with... Whiskey Foxtrot. If any of you are named Belladonna, I'm sorry, but this is where our first opinions of 'em were shaped. Our views on the Faunus themselves were shaped by the tenacity of our first CIDG unit. However, Whiskey Foxtrot... Not so endearing."
"Oh, and the 26th ID had shit hit the fan due to their overcarrying. When they were up in Remnant airspace, they... well, let me just say there's a good reason we don't trust Hueys. I'd go more about what the hell happened, but I feel as if you'd have to ask the guys who were actually there. I've gotten my info from two sources, respectively from the 26th ID and the 1/101st Cav; Mathias Zener, a poor lad who was a door gunner for a Slick, and Jean Clarent, an M2 Gunner on an ACAV. They're my primary sources of info, but I'm pretty sure they didn't write about it."
"Either way, yeah, initial MAC-NE entries were fucked. And that led to us taking our first strike..."
Jean Clarent - Valean Outskirts - March 18, 1977 (Earth Years) - 9:30 AM (Earth Time)
"Hey, Clarent! You got any kills?" One of the ACAV Gunners in Clarent's APC asked. Clarent, in response, sighed. "James, we're reserve." Clarent turned to face the manchild with an M60 ready to shoot and kill. "We haven't been able to kill anything yet. And no, I don't go hunting." He turned back to the front, leaning with his arm over the railing of the M2 Browning's circular shield.
"Well, sucks to suck." He told back to Clarent, causing him to immediately groan in sheer irritation, but he couldn't bring himself to yell at James. Even if he was a manchild, he was still part of the 1/101st. That didn't mean that he wasn't going to criticize him.
"James. We are in the deep neck of the woods. Down in Montana, except if Montana was brighter and weirder forests." He commented, eyes squinting as he pulled up the top cover of the M2 Browning, before putting it down.
"Hey, look. Alien leaves. Think I'll get a disease if I eat these?" The other ACAV Gunner, John Peter, commented as Clarent shifted his body to take a look at his other gunner holding a pile of regular leaves.
"Peter, I'm pretty sure that these are just regular trees. None of 'em have AKs." Clarent deadpanned, leaning his head over to look at the man.
"I know, but who's not to say some bastard left a Punji here?" Peter asked, shrugging. Clarent sighed. Peter was an idiot, but he was a lovable one. He didn't swing that way, but he enjoyed his companionship.
"True, true." Clarent said, before going back to actually sweeping the area with the machine gun. The forest that his unit, the 1/101st Cavalry, were pathfinding through, was incredibly spaced. There was a wide enough area that the M113 ACAV was hilariously fitting in the forest. After driving from Vermont to wherever this place is, Clarent had just fallen asleep for a bit before waking up to a forest. He woke up before James asked him about kills, and he wished that he was asleep.
"Hey, you ever wonder why we're here?"
"No, James. Why do you ask?" Clarent moved his helmet downwards to cover his eyes as he went to nap on the machine gun turret.
"I mean, like, why are we over here, fighting an inter-anomalous war?"
"James. Several THOUSAND people in Johnsbury were killed. Don't forget that CIDG nearly got... well, got got." Peter answered, tone telling that he was bewildered.
"...Shit, I was going to ask about the political motivations, but god..."
"Yeah. It's some shit. These Wolf-looking things, 'Grimm' the CIDG call 'em - tore them to shreds and didn't even stop to eat or anything like that. No, they were just torn."
"How many casualties in total?"
"Initial casualties... five-six thousand-ish."
"And post-battle?"
"Nine guys died of wounds while being treated."
"...I'm not even going to ask at that point."
The conversation died down as Peter and James went back to manning their M60 Machine Guns. To Clarent, this sound was pleasuring. He had finally gotten the peace and quiet he asked for as soon as he got out of Vermont. The APCs and Jeep convoy continued their set course as they were sent to secure a landing zone for the 26th Infantry Division.
The 26th were over somewhere flying above, waiting for the LZ to be secured. For Clarent, the objective was a simple hold-and-secure. For CIDG, however...
"Hey, look! I know this forest!" One of the CIDG Crewmen assigned to the M113 APCs asked. "This place is northwest of Beacon!" He shouted. Clarent's immediate response was to move his helmet up and open up the headset on his T56 helmet. "Wait, what?" He asked, genuinely surprised. "I mean, I expected this from CIDG." He thought. "But still..."
"Yep! I've been to this place for an SDC trip once. There's a shitload of sap on them here trees like the Forever Fall forest, though." The CIDG Crewman pointed out, with Clarent looking at the trees in simple amazement. There were sap, like, maple sap, inside the trees? That was... awesome. He guessed. The forests of Vermont weren't as cold as this forest. "So this is-"
A loud machine gun crackle interrupted his statements as James opened fire with his M60 machine gun against a target that Clarent couldn't see. Swiveling the machine gun towards James' location - the right M60 gun - James was shooting at the trees, with sap spilling onto the APCs, as James recoiled and closed his eyes as he kept pressing the trigger, opening fire onto the trees.
"JESUS CHRIST, JAMES!" Peter shouted, turning to face him as sap spilled on him too.
"Romeo 1-1, what the hell?!" One of the APCs asked as the convoy stopped to a halt when James stopped to stop shooting. "What the-"
"Sorry, I was wantin' to see if the Sap was a thing, hehe..." James awkwardly laughed as he scratched the back of his helmet.
Clarent sighed in anger, letting go of the grips from the M2 Machine gun, leaning over the turret shield staring at James with the worst glare possible, with his mouth twisting into a snarl.
"THAT DUMB MOTHERFU-"
It took Clarent all of his energy to not end with screaming profanities at James, so instead he resorted to his other method. "What the hell, James?! You could've gotten us all killed, you dumb idiot!"
"I just wanted to see the sap!"
"WE COULD'VE DONE THAT AFTER WE STOPPED!" Clarent fired back, nearly getting up from the machine gun turret, proceeding to have an arguement over James' actions. A lot of the convoy and CIDG popped up to put their two cents into the argument as well.
"Romeo 1-1, you just fired without permission!"
"What the hell, James?"
"The Grimm could have heard us!"
"Ah goddamnit!"
The 1/101st had officially bogged down due to an unpermitted machine gun fire incident, and it was still ongoing as James, Peter, and Clarent argued over James' stupidity. "You shot up a tree. With an M60." Peter helpfully pointed out, and Clarent crossed his arms as he cursed under his breath repeatedly. Hell, Clarent might have asked God for forgiveness for James' manchildishness.
"I-I..."
Whatever James had to say died down as he was heckled over and over again by the rest of the convoy. They knew he was a trigger-happy manchild, but his actions pissed off nearly everyone in the convoy, as if that wasn't obvious enough. From the dim but still smart Peter, to - how he was described as - the angry jackass Clarent. His achievements boiled down to that.
However, as the convoy ground to a halt dealing with the childish issues of several soldiers, no doubt due to their lack of proper discipline and training, they failed to notice that indeed something heard them.
Or, in the case of the White Fang, someone. The Americans weren't aware of it yet, but a welcoming party - technically a scout party - had heard them.
And the forest would seem like it was about to swallow the American convoy and leave it gone, never to be seen again.
Keywords it would seem like.
Violetta Auburn - Valean Outskirts - April 19, 877 AGW (Remnant Years) - 10:35 AD (Remnant Time)
In the outskirts of Vale, a White Fang Patrol had been scouting the area for any potential threats to the nearby compound. After the Vale Sect had been given orders by Adam himself to establish more rural outposts, they had seized a nearby abandoned logging facility and converted it to a base. This patrol was just one of the patrols sent out by the compound commander to search for Huntsmen and Huntresses.
While walking through the woods and chit-chatting, the White Fang patrol slowly heard a rumbling noise in the background that only grew louder and louder as they continued moving. The White Fang patrol would not have bothered with it, fearing that it was Grimm. However, that train of through was dispelled as a loud bout of gunfire echoed through the woods, stopping later.
Auburn looked at the other WF Warriors with her in the patrol, and met with them in the eyes. They had the same widened expression as her, and that just sunk in the current situation to them.
"...Should we?" One of them, clutching an automatic rifle, asked.
"Let's go check it out," Auburn stated, not surprised when her fellow WF Warriors stared at her with wide eyes. "We might be able to find something new there." She said, before the rest of her 12-man patrol sighed.
"Alright. Let's try to keep a safe distance from whatever caused those noises, please." A Warrior with a machine gun stressed. He would rather not be cut down by a Grimm that spotted him.
And Auburn perfectly understood that. However, they just couldn't stop and not go after the noises. And so, with the rest of the unit, she walked towards the site of the noises.
Her rifle swept the rest of the forest as they slowly approached the last known location of the noises. The rest of her team were just inches away from opening fire at the slightest of things that looked like it would ambush the patrol and tear them a new ass. The location of their new outpost meant that practically anything was just inches away from tearing the rest of the team a new one.
For one, it was located in the middle of the forest, which meant a lack of contact but also a good place to store weapons and ammunition. This gave the Fang new opportunities on locations to keep their stockpiled supplies in case there'd be a Second Faunus Revolution. On the other end however, its isolation and, well, cut-off-ness from the rest of the world that nobody would pay a second of attention to the White Fang going missing out in the middle of fuckall.
"Fuck man, this place gives me the creeps already." A WF Machine-gunner said, with his finger on the trigger ready to pull and kill everything if given the chance. The A-MAG, or the Atlesian Machine Gun, Model 1, the weapon in use, was strong enough to shred most standard Grimm. However, when facing up against bigger enemies it might have been better. Its rate of fire was fast compared to the Mistrali Type 20 MPK, which was perfect for infantry suppression.
Not against getting scared shitless by the forest. That was another ordeal entirely.
In comparison, the rest of the WF Warrior patrol had Atlesian AKR-62 rifles. Old ballistic weapons that were phased out when Atlas started to use lighter Dust-based weapons. The Atlas 6.5x39mm caseless, in comparison to the AKR-62's 7.62x51mm cased, was like comparing a horsefly to a Beowulf.
And yet, Auburn could not have felt more helpless despite having a strong weapon by her side.
"Keep quiet," A Rabbit Faunus Warrior told him. "We don't want to alert the Grimm." The Machine-gunner's immediate response was to nod and continue along, still nervously shuffling around the area with his machine gun in hand.
"What if; hear me out, what if it's not Grimm, and it's just Huntsmen?" The team's Radioman asked, trying to calm the rest of the team down as to not spike the negativity.
"That's worse, jackass. We'll get shot to death rather than torn apart." The Medic asked, turning to face the radioman with a glare to rival Adam's. "And Huntsmen have Aura and training. Most of us don't have both. Sure, we have Aura, but how's that going to be any help when there's several of them?" She continued, before the radioman looked at her as if she had just eviscerated his family.
"I was just trying to calm the rest of you down, jeez." He said, raising his right hand to his head as if to block an insult. "Okay, okay, I get it. We're at the risk of dying here. Still, can't you all just calm down?"
"...Fine." The Medic gave up, before continuing to step as the team neared the site of the gunfire.
"Eyes up, dead ahead. I spot something." The Scout, clutching a shotgun, spoke as he pulled out his binoculars to spot for the rest of the team.
"What do you see?" The Radioman asked, putting one hand above his eyebrows to squint his eyes and take a good look at what was seen.
"A bunch of APCs. They're painted green. Clever." He commented as he adjusted the zoom of the binoculars to get a better sight at the APCs. He let out a small gasp as he took a closer look at them. His hands shook and he nearly dropped the binocs. The Medic ran over and shook him to snap him to attention. With him rapidly shaking his head as he regained his senses, the Medic spoke up.
"What is it?" She shook the Scout out.
"Humans." He responded, before giving the Medic the binoculars. They were humans indeed, and they didn't look like Huntsmen either.
"They look like Atlesians." The Medic uttered, before the Scout corrected her. "Uh, no. Atlas doesn't have any deployments in Vale. And they don't wear green either." He inserted a dust shell into his shotgun as he spoke this. "And they look isolated enough." He finished, racking the pump on the shotgun.
"...Should we?" The Radioman objected. "They didn't fire on us first..."
"Look." The Medic cut him off, and stared at him dead in the eyes. "If Humans are here, that typically means they're out to search and destroy any White Fang assets. Including us." She made a motion of slitting her throat.
"Still, are we sure want to kill them? What if they're not here for that?"
"Only one way to find out. Follow Comrade Adam's words." The Medic pulled back the charging handle on her rifle.
"Auburn, what do you say?" The Radioman faced his head towards Auburn.
"I-I..."
"They're out to kill us, Auburn." The Medic added, angering the Radioman. "We have to kill them before they kill us."
"Uh..."
"Come on, they're not actively trying to find us!"
"And then what? We let them kill the rest of our Brothers?"
"They won't know if we don't shoot them first, you fucking idiot!"
"They'll find out sooner or later!"
As the two argued, with one coming from a moderate side, and the other a more radical one, Auburn sighed as the migraine from the two arguing was about to set in. She internally groaned, but, decisions had to be made.
Loading a tracer magazine onto her AKR-62, she racked the charging handle and let a bullet go into the barrel, ready to fire. She moved forward to a treeline with the halted convoy visible from about 100-90 meters away. Leaning to the right side and aiming through the iron sights of the gun, she adjusted the sights as the two stopped arguing and the Radioman looked at her with wide eyes, while the Medic smirked and readied her AKR-62.
"For Adam." Auburn stated, pressing the trigger.
Her last thoughts later were that she regretted causing all hell to break loose.
Mathias Zener - Vale Outskirts Airspace - March 18, 1977 (Earth Years) - 9:34 AM (Earth Time)
Adjusting the belt on the M60 never felt better in his life. To Zener, it was like finally getting to stab someone he really hated. Not that he had any say on that, he just wanted to make sure the guy would never bother him again. Sure, the methods were extreme, but where was the fun in simply telling them to go away? That was incredibly boring.
Not as boring as listening to the comms on the radio, though. Out of all the four helicopters in the 26th ID's expedition to Remnant, Zener got the most boring one yet. So boring they had to resort to listening to random shit on the radio.
"Romeo 1-1, tell your M60 Gunner to control his shots next time." The radio in the hands of the 'Radioguy' crackled as Zener and the rest of the heli listened to the radio communications coming from the APCs down below. Zener smirked as he heard what was going on down there. "Think they're having fun over there?" Zener asked his passengers. Radioguy, the bastard with a Prick - an AN/PRC-77 - nodded his head.
"I think the convoy's having a hard time."
"Well, Captain Obvious... wait, is that actually your real name?" Zener asked as he turned his head and saw 'V. Obvious' as his nametag.
"Yeah, parents were dicks for my first 3 years. But they got better." Obvious said, looking down at his uniform. "Since I was named this, I played the role." He clarified, "Also, I'm a Private, thank you very much." He smiled as he adjusted the chin strap on his helmet.
"Well, okay then, Private Obvious." Zener turned back to the direction his M60 gun was facing. Looking down on the forest below, Zener smiled as he imagined himself a bird, flying above the clouds. Free.
"Hey, Zener, you think we're gonna shoot people?" Another US soldier asked, putting his hand on his helmet to protect it from being blown away by the wind. Those often happened.
"Definitely no women and children, that's for sure." Zener responded, before adding to it. "And no Buffalo too." He added, pulling back on the charging handle on the M60 as the soldier nodded in approval. That's great. He wasn't going to Fort Leavenworth for war crimes any time soon. Hooray.
"You think we'll face Nevermore?!" One of the CIDG men being transported asks. "I'm pretty sure that there'd be a shitload of Nevermores around this area!" He desperately clung to the seatbars as the Helicopter turned.
"I'm pretty sure we won't be facing them today." Zener added, eyes turning towards the Cow Faunus who asked that question. "Does your Scroll have any detection against Grimm or something?" He asked. Zener was always a big fan of science fiction. Even if he knew zilch how anything worked, he was still fascinated by the unknown technologies that could have proceeded to show itself to the world.
And the Scroll? Well, when Zener got to try it out, he was amazed with its functionality. It had this weird function called bluetooth, and relied upon radio signals - or something like that - to make communications between people without having to complain about range. Of course, when he got to borrow it, it had low signal. But it did have some games, which Zener was completely blown away by.
There was one game, Candy Crush, that amazed Zener as he played it. Matching three or more patterns to win a game? This was a revolutionary form of entertainment. It was significantly more time-sinking than simply fiddling around with a gun. Hell, if the US got to replicating these 'Scrolls' then infantry combat would be revolutionized. Morale-boosters, practical information centers in your pocket, and troop-to-troop communication?
It's a wonder this thing was issued to civilians in the first place!
Also, while he snooped around, he found the guy's, uh, 'homework' folder. Now, Zener wondered why it was labelled that. And when he got to open it, well...
Let Zener say that the troops instantly had their morale improved and were ready to go by the time Colonel Zwart called for the rest of the 26th ID for their expedition into Remnant.
"Well, no! We just have an emergency alert system that warns us, but doesn't detect!" The CIDG trooper responded back, with Zener nodding as he took that in.
"I see."
And with that, the Helicopter continued cruising above the Valean forests. Out of its jury-rigged speakers, the helicopter began playing Somebody to Love as the US troops within went about with their business. One US soldier was eating gum as he stared out into the beautiful Valean forests. While another loaded his M16A1 and checking the chamber. Evidently, he was satisfied as he let the charging handle go.
Zener put his helicopter crew helmet's visor down as other soldiers began loading their rifles. Looking back on it, Zener was just lucky that his helicopter wasn't as overloaded as the other helicopters of the 26th. The rest of the guys, however, had their helicopters fill up with soldiers to the point where he saw them lagging behind the helicopter he was on.
Not that he blamed them. They were tasked with transporting three brigades over the span of a week when they could only hold two at maximum. The carrying capacity for the aviation brigades was stretching thin as-is.
It's a wonder they didn't crash yet.
"Hey, Radio guy," Zener turned around and tapped the shoulder of the guy with the radios. "Contact the convoy, see how things are doing down there. Hopefully they've stopped yelling at each other."
He nodded. "Righto." And turned the Prick - the radio - on. After a few bits of static, the radio crackled to life. And the Radio guy went to work in asking immediate question. "Romeo Convoy, status check, how's things down there?" Zener waited as the rest of the troops all stared at the radio. The line was dead for a few seconds, before a voice came through it that alerted him to their status.
"Romeo 1-2 here, just waiting for Romeo 1-1 to move. They're still busy arguing."
"Arguing over what, Romeo 1-2?" Radioguy asked, putting the telephone close to his ears as he tried to make out the noises while the helicopter blades whirred around them. Hell, the only reason he - and Zener - heard those guys was because they were close to either Radioguy or Zener.
"Romeo 1-1's right M60 gunner fired on trees. He's getting his ass chewed."
"Sounds like y'all aren't having the best of days." Radioguy surmised, facial expression equally bemused and amused. Romeo 1-2 audibly laughed out loud as Radioguy's expression remained stalwart.
"Yeah, I guess you could say tha-"
Romeo 1-2 interrupted himself as Radioguy stared at the telephone in his hands.
"Something going on there?"
"You hear that?" Romeo 1-2 asked.
"No, we're in Helis. Why do you ask?"
"I'm certain I hear-" The line on the other end was interrupted as Radioguy heard gunshots through the radio, and Romeo 1-2 came back. "AMBUSH! CONTACT LEFT! OPEN FIRE!" Romeo 1-2's radioline was then filled with machine gun fire as the convoy began opening fire. Zener's radio crackled to life as he switched to communicating with the pilot.
"What the hell's going on down there?!" The pilot asked, swerving the Helicopter right as he was trying to get to the convoy.
"Convoy's been ambushed! Get us there now!" Zener pulled back the charging handle on his M60 machine gun as the helicopter fleet of the 26th turned directions and went to support the convoy.
"Romeo 1-2, pop flares! We can't get your location!" Radioguy shouted into the telephone line as the helicopter fleet's passengers began to load their weapons in support of the convoy. Almost immediately after giving the order, a red flare shot out into the sky and illuminated the convoy's position. The pilot then talked into Zener's communications.
"Two other Helis'll take the left field, we'll take the right!"
And with Zener looking through the right-direction machine gun, another helicopter joined as the two others broke off to support the rest. Now, if Zener remembered, they had no proper gunships, and at best had Huey-Ds loaded with passengers who had rifles, machine guns, and every other gun under the sun. And with the Huey-D he was on? Last he checked, it held a lot of side-hanging passengers. All of them eager to fire.
"I want suppressing fire on the forests! Shoot at anything that isn't the convoy, hell, just keep shooting at the trees!" The left-direction machine gunner shouted as he and the soldiers hanging from his side began aiming at the forest and opening fire. The sound of 7.62 and 5.56 firing downwards to the forest filled the helicopter as Zener himself and the soldiers down at his side began throwing everything at the forest. He even saw a few Hand Grenades being tossed into the forest.
"Grenades?! ARE YOU GUYS INSANE?!" Zener asked as the machine gun's recoil impacted his shoulder. He was firing in bursts as to not destroy the barrel. "GET SOME! GET SOME! GET SOME!" He shouted, with each shout being long enough for the machine gun to fire in bursts. "DON'T THROW HAND GRENADES OUT OF THE HELI, YOU IDIOTS!" Zener's natural response was that of reason. Hopefully.
But some people didn't see reason as they tossed frag grenade after frag grenade out of the helicopter that was circling around the forest that wasn't the convoy. And it was being pelted with everything under the sun.
"KEEP FIRING! I DON'T WANNA SEE ANY ONE OF YOU CEASE FIRE UNTIL THE CONVOY SAYS SO!" Left-direction machine gunner's voice overpowered the sounds of the main rotor. Trees were being riddled with holes from what he saw, hell, some even fell down to the ground. The area was slowly being flattened by the 26th ID.
Of course, as the ambush did not last long as the first thing Zener heard was something alike; "Cease fire! The shots've stopped!" Through the radio of Private Obvious. Or, Radioguy. He did as told and ceased fire, as did the rest of the machine gunners on the other helicopters and the other side of his helicopter. The first thing he did after that was trying to hail the other helicopter.
"Echo 2-2, see anything down there?" He asked, waiting for a response. The wait needn't to last long however as Echo 2-2 responded.
"Na-da, Echo 2-1. I think we've just flattened the fucking ground."
"That's a relief." Zener got off communications and turned to look at Private Obvious, the poor RTO. Still facing right as he hang by Zener's side.
"Tell them we're going to land. You guys need to check out what shot at Romeo convoy."
Obvious nodded, bringing the telephone line to his ears and mouth. "This is Echo 2-1 hailing Romeo Convoy. We're about to land and investigate the site of the ambush. Over."
Zener didn't hear the response from Obvious this time, but it was a clear nod. "Roger."
The helicopter lowered down as it approached an area with enough flat ground close to the convoy. The landing was rocky, as evident when the Huey shaked when it touched the ground. But that didn't stop the infantry. Private Obvious disembarked first, followed by the rest of the guys from the right, and then followed again by the guys in the center.
This landing was disastrous.
And Zener was going to need a drink.
Author's Notes:
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Got this out just in time. Sorry for the wait, I was very busy with school starting and all of that. I had bigger plans for this chapter, but due to school constraints and me feeling like it's overdue, I just had to rush through it. I'm sorry if the chapter feels very rushed and inaccurate. I didn't have the time to double-check everything. I hope it's enough. I promised to deliver before school, but life screwed me over. Just as usual.
But this won't be the last time the US has to deal with Whiskey Foxtrot. If anything, this is only going to be the beginning of the US conflict with them. I sure hope Jimmy Carter prepared his troops this time, because dealing with a racist terrorist organization is not going to help the Public's opinion of Remnant. But oh well, we'll just have to wait and see.
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