The Great War

2008- President Obama elected
2011- U.S. Soldiers withdrawn from Iraq
2012- President Obama Re-elected
March 2013- Iraq and Saudi Arabia nuked, blame placed on terrorist group known has the ‘Crusaders of Justice’
April 2013- U.S. investigation into who supplied the Terrorist organization
2014- European Satellite shot out of space, debris crashes into New York City, hundreds die
2015- Russia becomes leader in oil supply across the world, begin building their military
2015- NASA Space Shuttle ‘California’ shot down on a mission to repair and resupply Hubble Telescope, American Citizens and thousands of dollars in technology are gone.
2016- Europe blamed for the destruction of the ‘Caliofornia’ Tension increases
2016- President Ronald James elected
2018- American Navy Fleet ‘Zulu’ sunk in European waters, Europe immediately proclaimed it’s innocence, American public still blamed Europe
2019- Russia invades Northern Europe, Europe declares war on Russia, America declines Europe’s call for help.
2020- President James Taylor elected
2020- NASA resumes its exploration of the Moon.
2021- President Taylor puts forward a declaration of war against Russia, congress votes to veto the bill. Russia controls most of China, Japan, southern Asia, North Africa, and parts of Europe
2021- Congress passes the declaration of war on Russia, Canada stays neutral, new bonds formed between Europe and America
2022- Russia nukes Japan, results devastating worse than Hiroshima and Nagasaki, combined, Japan literally blown out of the war.
2022- U.S. and Europe both declare military drafts, thousands of men and women brought into the Armies
2022- America puts the first man on Mars
2023- U.S. economy crashes. Millions of American citizens join military simply to get food to eat
2024- Russia invades France, America unable to assist, President James Taylor re-elected
2025- Europe holding on to the last bit of land in France, infrastructure nearly completely destroyed, Europe falls back to fortify Great Britain. America finally sends forces to liberate Europe and France

Flight deck of the USS Washington

August 13, 2025 0000
Captain Armond Lee

48th Fighter Wing

    Captain Armond Lee did a systems check. The engine and other systems were good. His two AIM-132 Advanced Short Range Air-to-Air missiles (ASRAAM), two AIM-120B Advanced Medium Range Air-to-Air Missiles (AMRAAM.) and his two AGM-169 Joint Common Missile (JCM) were good. The two AIMs were sidewinders and were meant to take out opposition in the air. However the JCM was an Air-to-Surface missile which meant it could only accurately hit surface targets such as tanks and personnel. He checked his GAU-31 JDAM guided bomb, it was good. 
    The JDAMN used inertial navigation systems as well as a GPS to track a target in any weather conditions, and laser designators to attack certain types of targets. Lastly he checked his GAU-12/A, an internal Gatling gun style machine gun. It was good and he was ready to take off.
    He informed the control tower on the ship and was taxied to a steam-powered launcher, which immediately launched him forcing lift under his wings, just enough so that he could lift off without crashing into the ocean below. Flight Deck of the USS Washington
He made a wide circle around the ship and was quickly joined by four more F-35′s. Their mission was pure and simple; protect ground forces from fighter-escorted bombers. The bombers have been identified as Tupolev Tu-95M’S “Bears” and their guards notified as Sukhoi S-90′s, one of the few formidable foes for an F-35.
    When the other F-35′s joined him they immediately wheeled around headed towards the coast. 
    ”Black bear, this is Monkey but over.” came a voice over the radio. Captain Lee’s call sign was Black bear due to the picture of a Black bear he kept in his locker.
    ”Roger Monkey but.  You my wingman, over?” Replied Capt. Lee.
    ”10-4 Black bear, did you get the same briefing I did, over?” Asked Monkey but.
    ”Take out a bunch of Bears who probably have Air-to-Air defenses themselves while contending with S-90′s, over?” Replied Lee.
    ”Sounds about right, buy you a beer in hell when were done, over?” Replied Monkey but.
    ”You’re gonna need to buy the Russians we shoot down some beer first, but I believe they prefer, whisky.”
    ”Very well beer for you, whisky for the Commies.”
    ”Only one more problem, I don’t intend on going down today.” 
    ”Well then, objects on radar! Shit, that’s a shit load of S-90′s!” Shouted Monkey but just as a Sidewinder screamed past Lee, missing him by inches. Lee immediately took evasive action.  He saw the S-90′s not too far off, got a lock on one and fired one of his AIM-120′s.  It didn’t miss, impacting on the S-90, giving no chance for the pilot to eject from the jet. The other jets also took evasive action. Lee sped up and trailed another S-90. Missile lock, he let his AIM-132 go.  It impacted the Jet in the tail, forcing it to go spiraling down towards the Earth. This time the pilot ejected. 
    Lee pulled his stick back and his jet moved up then began to circle upside down.  He then moved the stick to the side and it circled and was right side up again. More F-35 squads were coming to back them up.  Lee looked off towards the inland; he saw Tu-95′s way off in the distance, just dots on the distance. Just then, every pilot’s worst nightmare, his cockpit rang out, missile lock! He immediately wheeled around to the left so he could see it and the jet that launched it. The Sidewinder was only seconds away from impact; he slowed his jet and pulled it into a stall.  The missile rolled around just above his jet, so he pulled back on the Joystick and tried to speed up again.  He managed to pull out of the Stall at 1,000 feet, seems high but too close to the ground for high-speed jets to be comfortable.

    He pulled up he was heading straight at an S-90; he got a missile lock on him.  His cock pit rang out again, another missile was locked on him, he fired his last AIM-120 and it sped away.  The other Jet pulled straight up and fired some flares and so did Lee. The Sidewinder going for Lee fell for it, with a great sigh of relief from Lee, but unfortunately so did the Sidewinder Lee fired.

    Lee pulled back and was facing the enemy Jet yet again, this time though he was facing the rear of the S-90.  He fired his GAU machine gun, it ripped through the S-90′s armor, the jet began to smoke and simply fell out of the sky, no ejection. Lee looked back at the Tu-95′s; they still seemed pretty far off.  Suddenly a tracer round glowed past his cockpit, he’d been hit! He pulled up so he was out of the fire line. He did a quick engine check, a little bit of damage, but she could still fly.

   Lee only had one more Air-to-Air missile, so he wheeled around and began heading for the Tu-95′s as fast as his wounded bird could take him.  In less than a minute he had a missile lock on a Tu-95 he let his last AIM-132 go. It hit the poor bird on its right wing, it spiraled out of control as he noticed seeing men jumping out. Then automatic fire came from them, all he had left was his GAU for Air-to-Air so he dived down.
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City of Angers, France
August 13, 2025 0025
Private Larry Benjamin

7th Army V-corps
    

Larry was huddled down with his squad in a ditch; they were under heavy fire by two light machine guns and a Russian T-90 Main Battle Tank. An explosion erupted just behind the ditch; Joe was looking over Erick who had a bullet wound in his right shoulder.
    ”We need backup! We need backup!” Shouted Sarge, “Russian T-90 Tank covering our position! Requesting immediate aid!”
    To make thing worse the Russian’s now had bombers flying over their position, which could finish them all off with just one bomb. Then suddenly an F-35 came out of the sky from no were, dropped a bomb, and the tank and both the machine gun positions were gone. 
    ”Lets go gerls!” Shouted Sarge. Larry, Nathan and Sarge all got up and charge the rural area of Angers, aside from a few more machine gun position which they easily were able to flank and take over. Within the next few hours Sarge’s squad was ordered to regroup at the Angers railway station, the battle was won, Angers was theirs.

U.S. Army Base in Florida
August 13, 2025, 0830
Major Lizzy Anderson

Navy Officer

    Major Anderson was sitting in her chair. She was supervising the modification of a U.S. satellite. It was being transformed painstaking into a Space Station/ Weapons plat form, it was scheduled to be completed by August 2026. About a year from now the U.S. should have the most powerful weapon ever created in history. Rebecca grinned at the thought of this. She switched over to the view of the front line. An area of Red showed the area the Russians controlled, and the blue showed the land the allies controlled, right now they only controlled North West France and the Atlantic Islands, and of the course the U.S.
    She focused in on the City of Angers. The Frontline slowly began moving East as the U.S. advanced little by little. The Front line was calculated by receiving the signal that Troops, Tanks, and every land unit transmitted, those transmissions would be sent to a computer in the closest ship, and then it would be forwarded to whoever had access to look at the frontline. It was good for battlefield commanders to overview their troops for it also allowed access to look at specific squads, monitor their radio chatter, and view helmet cameras. He could also turn off those signals if someone was behind enemy lines, or on a stealth operation.
        She focused on Beta Squad, led by Sergeant First Class Michael “Sarge” Thompson. She switched to the helmet camera of Private Larry Benjamin, she could tell Sarge was yelling for backup in the radio, and that Larry was reloading his gun.
    She had taken special interest in Beta Squad since the assault on Nantes, especially the young Private, she blushed, and he was pretty cute. He pulled up over the ditch, began laying down fire, through the flash of his gun he could see a couple Russians go down. Right now they were outside La Fleche, France, a small town, but it had an airport, which they defiantly needed. Just then two F-35s roared overhead.

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Outside La Fleche, France
August 13, 0835
Private Larry Spick

7^th Army, V-Corps

    Larry looked up as the F-35s roared, they were loud! But so was the explosion that went off just over his left shoulder.
    ”Get down Sally!” Shouted Sarge, who peeked up over cover. “Crap another T fucking 90, where’s the man with the Javelin!” 
    ”He’s dead!” Shouted another soldier pointing to a body, Nathan moved over to him, picked up the Javelin he had and began to take aim. Within second a rocket fired out of it, heading straight up, then immediately down on top of the tank.
    ”Larry, deploy your smokes!” Ordered Sarge as he threw his two Smoke Grenades up to the rubble of the tank. So did Larry, in seconds the four Smokes lit up and were making a blanket of cover. “Charge!” Shouted Sarge. And every man climbed out of the ditch, screaming their heads off, charging firing into the smoke, Larry was with Sarge and Nathan, at the head of the pack. 
    Larry charged into the smoke, and then was out of it in the blink of an eye, but he was alone. So he pressed on, in a roadie run (ducking and running.) Suddenly two machine gun nests began firing, both directly on him! He took cover behind a building, other soldiers slowly began immerging from the smoke, they had no clue, and they were mowed down. 
    ”Stay in cover!” Shouted Larry, “Stay in cover two machine gun nests covering the street, I’ll get them!” 
    ”Private,” came a response, “What the… no time, if you take out both those nests ill personally make sure you become a Corporal!”
    Larry wheeled around the building, the machine guns turned towards him; he dived on his belly, the machine guns firing right over him. He turned on his laser designator, switched his SCAR to Semi-Automatic fire, and used the laser designator to take aim, bam, the first machine gun operator was gone, three bullets right between the eyes. The other nest stopped, just long enough for Larry to charge up, and, switching his gun back to Automatic, filled the first machine gun nest with bullets, two more Russians lay dead, and one more lay wounded. He reached up to Larry, shot twice in the shoulder and once in the leg, Larry looked away and put a bullet in his head.
    Suddenly the other machine gun nest began firing on him he grabbed the Squad Automatic Weapon (SAW) that was set up on the Sand bags, and turned it to face the other machine gun nest, now this was a contest of luck. And the other nest had two more Spetsnaz. A few seconds past, it felt like an eternity, then suddenly both machine guns stopped, click click click, out of ammo. Alone it would take Larry a minute to reload, long enough for the Spetsnaz troops to reload and already have put half a clip into his position. Not worth it, so Larry pulled a Fragmentation Grenade from his belt, he pulled the pin, he held it for a few second, and then cooked it off, it exploded just above them, filling them all with shrapnel. Killing them or mortally wounding them.
    ”Machine gun nests-” began Larry before more yelling filled the air, this time Spetsnaz troops were charging towards him. Larry hopped over the Sandbags and took up a firing position. “Charge, Charge, Charge!” Shouted Larry.
    ”Charge!!” He heard Sarge shout from within the smoke, and more yelling once again filled from the side of the U.S. Line, and suddenly the war turned medieval, as men killed each other face to face, Larry took out his Combat knife, just has a Russian came face to face with him, swinging his own knife, he managed to cut Larry’s left arm, he swung his knife, he got the Russian in the throat. The Russian in turn pushed Larry causing him to fall backwards on his ass.
    The Russian jumped on top of Larry and began beating him with his left fist, and trying to stab him with his knife, he made one last stab which missed Larry’s head by an inch. Larry looked over the knife; it had something written on it in Russian. Larry brought his knife up into the man’s throat; he died, within three seconds, and collapsed on top of him.
    Damn! Was this boy heavy! Larry pushed the Russian off of him and picked his helmet up off the ground, and put it back on his head. He then raised himself up and retreated back to a safe spot. He got his SCAR out and put it into Single Shot Action, raised the scope up to his eye, and turned on the laser designator, he couldn’t get a good shot, and the battle had gone medieval. He couldn’t join in with his arm hurt like it is, but he could suppress Russian reinforcements maybe.
    Larry looked up.

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U.S. Army Base in Florida
August 13, 2025: 0915
Major Lizzy Anderson

Navy Officer

    ”What are you doing, Sergeant Benjamin.” Lizzy whispered to herself, she had already ordered the forms to be brought to her office, he had just single handedly taken out two machine gun nests by charging them. Usually it would take some sort of flanking maneuver to do what he did, but he did it, with no backup.
    He was looking around, at the roofs of the homes it seemed, he then got up and charged into what appeared to be a medieval battle, Russians and Americans battling face-to-face. He quickly made it through the battle and into a nearly destroyed building. He charged up the stairs, and found a hole in the roof, were a Russian was laying down fire on the battle field below. Larry quietly snuck up behind him, and knifed him from behind, the Russian fell out of the hole, right into the battle.
    Lizzy then noticed Larry was looking through his scope down the street he was firing single shot rounds down the street, Lizzy could just make out blood squirting from Russians has rounds ripped into their skulls. Spraying blood, brain matter, and pieces of skull on the street. 
    Needless to say the Russians reinforcements weren’t coming so quickly, if at all. The Russians were taking cover now, avoiding fire, and returning fire. But Larry calmly sat there, bam, one shot at a time, no cover except maybe for the fact he was a story above them, but that really did little.
    Just then Larry fell back, right on his hind quarters, knocking his helmet off, upside down and it twirled to face him. He shook his head holding his chest, was he injured?
    He got back on his knees, firing again; Lizzy couldn’t help but look at his ass. She shook her head, and switched back to the Front line view. She was having weird thoughts about a man she’s never met, and who was currently a Private! Was this love? 
    ”Ma’am?” Came a small shy voice. “Here are the papers you requested.”
    ”Thank you Lieutenant.” Replied Lizzy, she glanced back at the screen, she clicked a few things, and was back to Larry’s view, he was lying on his back, holding his right shoulder, and blood was pouring from a shoulder wound.

La Fleche, France:  Rural Area
August 13, 2025: 0920
Private Larry Benjamin

7^th Army V-corps

    Larry lay on the ground, bleeding from a shoulder wound. “Aaaaah!” He shouted. It felt like a million needles going into him at the same time. “Medic!” Larry shouted, “Medic! Two-story household! Please help!” Things began to go black. He could hear other screams in his radio, he could strangely make out a female voice, maybe he was going crazy. The noise began to fade, yelling, shots, explosions, it all faded away in his mind.
    Then it all went black, nothing, he must have been dead.

* * * *

    Larry woke up with a start. His shoulder didn’t hurt; he was in an all white room. Then a man in a white suit came into the room. “Am I in heaven or hell?” asked Larry. 
    ”Worse, your still alive, I’m doctor Renalds.” said the doctor. “And you are Corporal Larry Benjamin.
    ”I’m sorry, you got the wrong man.” replied Larry, “I’m just a Private.”
    ”Well someone upstairs likes you boy, because they fought for you to get Sergeant, but they decided to only give you Corporal.” reported Dr. Renalds, “but that’s still pretty good, not many Privates earn a two rank promotion boy.”
    ”Excuse me doctor,” came a shy female voice, “they need you down the hall.”
    ”Alright nurse Fishetti,” replied the doctor as he turned around. It was then that Larry noticed he had blood all over his coat, and the nurse has blood on her dress too. The doctor walked off.
    ”Wow, Corporal.” Larry thought to himself, “Did Sarge put in the promotion?”
    And has if god himself heard his question Sarge, Joe, and Nathan all walked into his area.
    ”Nice Privacy screen Corporal.” Said Nathan
    ”Thanks, where’s Erick?” Asked Larry/
    ”Right next to you, there’s a reason they call them Privacy screens.” laughed Joe.
    ”So little Lucy got ‘erself shot did she? Asked Sarge.
    ”Yea well, thanks for the promotion Sarge.”
    ”Don’t thank me,” he said, “I didn’t want you to be promoted.”
    ”Then who promoted me?”
    ”Some Major named Anderson.” informed Nathan. “Needless to say, you’re now a hard stripe.”
    ”Excuse me boys, but I’m going to have to ask that you leave, the patient needs his rest.” said the doctor poking his head in the Privacy screen.
    ”But-” began Joe
    ”This guy’s a Lieutenant.” Sarge began quietly, “Yes sir!” And they walked out without even saying goodbye.
    ”Alright,” Dr. Renalds began, “this stuff is going to put you to sleep, fast, but it will ease any pain you have for a couple weeks. See you in the morning,” he continued putting up a clear sack full of what looked like water.
    Larry was asleep in minutes.

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Le Fleche, France
August 14, 2025: 0315
Captain Armond Lee

48^th Fighter Wing

    ”Another City, another Airport.” Armond chanted as he checked his systems, everything good. This time he had two MBDA Meteors, which is a “beyond-visual-range air-to-air missile (BVRAAM)” and he also had two Brimstone anti-armor missiles. All stored internally. But he had two AIM 9x sidewinders on the wingtips. He also has two more Brimstone bombs. So this looked like it was probably going to be another ground support mission. And two GBU-31 JDAMN MK-84 bomb. And two more ASRAAM’s.
    ”Alright everything is green.” radioed Armond to the control tower in Le Fleche international airport.
    ”Roger that Black bear, you are clear for lift off.” Control Tower Responded.
    With clearance Armond sped his F-35 down the airport track and was once again the first one in the air. But he was shortly joined by Monkey but. 
    ”Looks like were partners in crime again, uh?” Said Monkey but
    ”That’s right, seems to be the natural order of things nowadays uh?” Replied Armond
    ”Yea, got any idea what were gonna be in for?” Asked Monkey but.
    ”Without Armament, seems to be an infantry support mission, seems like whoever’s in charge likes his night raids.”
    ”Yea well, Are we going to get a briefing, we’ll be over-” Monkey buts radio cut off
    ”Alright boys, as I’ve heard you’ve guessed this is a night raid, your primary target is to bomb airport in Le Mans, then move on to support ground troops taking the town. By the way, Intel suggests Russians have really been rolling their new Sukhoi PAK FA’s, be on the lookout for them. I’m offering 50 dollars for every PAK FA shot down or destroyed. Over.” Control reported
    ”Hear that Black bear!” Shouted Monkey but, “50 big ones for every PAK FA! Were gonna be rich!”
    ”I just hope we get them while their still on the ground.” Replied Armond
    ”Ah that’s no-” Again Monkey but cut off, but this time he wasn’t forced to. He quickly began again, “Enemy jets on the horizon! What are th- Their PAK FA’s! Watch out!”
    ”Calm down Monkey but!” Shouted Armond, “Just stick with me and watch my back.”
    ”Yes sir.”
    Lee quickly sped up, both the F-35’s and PAK FA’s were cruising towards each other in super cruise, sustained flying at supersonic speeds. Armond got a lock and he fired his Meteor missile at the PAK FAs it ripped away towards them and they scattered. As did all the F-35s, the PAK FA Lee targeted tried to dive down, deploying flares, to no avail the Meteor hit its engine and the PAK FA exploded into pieces.
    ”That’s a kill! First 50 dollars goes to Black bear!” Shouted Moneybut
    ”Keep up speed were bombing the airport then getting back here!” Ordered Armond.
    ”But what about the others?” Asked Monkey but.
    ”They have the PAK FA’s outnumbered, and these are the greatest pilots God has ever made, they can handle themselves.”
    ”Yes sir, on to the airport!”

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On board Air Force one, somewhere over the Atlantic
August 14, 2025: 0300
Major Lizzy Anderson

Navy Officer

    Lizzy couldn’t believe it; she was laying in a bed with the President right down a hallway. She had requested to go to La Fleche “To oversee operations.” And she left with the President who also wanted to oversee the operations. They would be landing in a couple hours, by 9:00 AM. They were also being escorted by four F-35’s, it made her feel important. 
    Yesterday she even shook hands with the President, and was personally invited on to Air Force One by President Taylor too! God, this was cool.
    She felt like a child in a candy shop and had a big smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep.
    That night she had a dream of begin shot down in Air Force One and Larry coming to rescue her.

Hospital in La Fleche, France
August 22nd, 2024:  1330
Corporal Larry Benjamin

7^th Army V-Corps

    ”Good morning Corporal.”
    Larry awoke surprised to see his doctor was standing at his bedside. “Good mornin’ sir.” Larry yawned.
    ”You have a visitor today Spick. Some Major Anderson, she wished to see you before you leave, probably to toss you out of the army.” replied the Doctor
    ”Gee thanks doc.” Larry retorted.
    ”Alright well, get up, you’re ready for service again.” 
    ”Gee thanks doc.” Larry repeated.
    ”Show some God damn respect Corporal!” Order the doctor.
    ”Yes Sir” 
    Larry changed into his BDU uniform, without all the high-tech equipment and weapons the Future Warrior brought to it, it was much lighter.  He then picked up his bag and his brand spanking new SCAR. He walked out of his curtained off area, where he was immediately greeted by his squad.
    ”‘Bout damn time you got out Sally, I thought Erick was the biggest gerl in the squad, and out he comes a full week before you do.” shouted Sarge.
    ”Thanks Sarge, nice to see you-” Larry began.
    ”Hello Corporal Spick.” said a feminine voice. Everyone in front of him immediately went into attention and saluted; Larry turned around and saw her. She was wearing a Class A long sleeve uniform. She bore the ranks of a Major, her name tag said “Lizzy Anderson,” and as far has he could tell she was hot! He put down his SCAR and his bag that contained all his ammo, grenades, and Pistol. Larry snapped into attention and saluted her as well.
    ”At ease soldiers,”  Which they did immediately, “Corporal Larry Benjamin, you directly charged a pair of machine gun nests, you risked your own neck in defiance of standard military procedure. Do you have anything to say for yourself!”?
    ”I- I’m.” Larry stuttered.
    To his astonishment she giggled and began “You showed incredible bravery, in the face of incredible odds. You have been nominated for the Medal of Honor. And…” She blushed, “Dinner and a movie with me.”
    ”I-” Larry was astonished. He felt a nudge in his back.”
    ”Say yes fruit loop.” It was Nathan.
    ”Y-yea I would love to ma’am.” Larry said.
    ”Good,” She smiled” Then get back to the front line, and I’ll see you on your next leave, Corporal.” She saluted.
    ”Ma’am yes ma’am!” Larry responded.
    ”You all are dismissed.” 
    ”Ma’am, yes ma’am!” They all sounded out in unison. And they stood back at attention, did an about face and marched out of the hospital. There they found a Grizzly Armored Personnel Carrier (APC.) waiting for them. They were quiet and did not say a word until the hatch in the Grizzly was securely closed.
    ”Dude!” shouted Erick.
    ”You lucky son of a-” shouted Joe.
    ”How’d you do it!” asked Nathan.
    ”Alright girls, give the man some space.” began Sarge, “Larry, you have just officially earned my respect. Unlike the rest of these girls, you are a man like me. Me ‘n you gota be the ones who carry this squad.”
    ”Uh, thank you sir” Larry replied.
    ”Yea, yea, alright cut down the chatter, now back to serious work. We’re going to reinforce the attack on Paris; it seems Russians really reinforced the place. We’ve only managed to get into the outskirts so far. I hope y’all are ready as this is turning out to be the battle of the century. Any questions?” reported Sarge.
    ”Uh, yea, how long will it take us to get there?” asked Larry.
    ”That’s a question a real soldier asks! When will we get to the battle? We will be arriving in Paris by approximately 2130. So you have plenty of time to get ready.” Sarge seemed cheery.
* * * * *
Quickly approaching Paris, France
August 22, 2024: 2135
Corporal Larry Spick

7^th Army V-Corps
    ”Get ready boys!” shouted the driver. Explosions were sounding outside the Grizzly APC. The 12.7 remote operated gun firing a near endless stream of rounds. The back latch fell open. 
    ”Go go go go go go!” shouted Sarge

Outskirts of Paris, France
August 22, 2024: 2140
Corporal Larry Benjamin

7^th Army V-Corps
    Larry was the first out of the Grizzly. An unmanned 12.7mm machine gun was firing at a line of sand bags. He took cover behind it, hugging the wall of the Grizzly. Two Apaches soared overhead; another pair of Mil Mi-28N’s followed closely behind. One let loose a missile which roared out of Larry’s point of view.
    Erick was behind him in a heartbeat. Nathan and Joe were on the other side, lying on their bellies spraying down covering fire. Sarge looked over towards them and gave Erick and Larry the orders to charge. So they did, Erick followed Larry around the Grizzly. They dashed over what must have been once rural farmland or urban neighborhoods.
    They had no cover between here and there, so they roadie ran to the line of Sandbags. Bullets were whizzing all around them. They saw the fiery forms of two downed choppers in the distance, the crew would not survive. Larry felt a bullet impact his chest which sent him flying back on his buttocks. Thank goodness for the Dragon Skin body armor.
    Erick stopped and turned around for a second, and that’s all it would take, “Sir-” a bullet came whizzing by and through Erick’s skull splashing blood on Larry who was horrified. Larry sat there for but a second regaining his composer when Sarge yelled into the radio.
    ”Do you want to end up like that idiot!?” Sarge shouted, “Move your ass and clear the sandbags!”
    Larry jumped up and began to run again, head on towards the line of sandbags, he reached it and without a moment’s hesitation he jumped over the pile of sandbags. 
    He fell pretty far, further than he expected. He had jumped into a ditch, the Russians had tunneled. He landed on the soft ground harder than he expected causing him to buckle to his knees. He hit the ground, making a large thumping sound. Knowing the noise he made, he quickly picked up his SCAR and wheeled around.
    The Russians were concentrating on firing, reloading, and taking cover. They were standing on mounds of dirt which helped them see over the sandbags. Not a single soldier noticed him, so he took his sweet time lining up his shot. He then quietly switches his gun into semi-auto fire. He pulled the trigger once, the first Spetsnaz went down. He fired again, the second went down. Again, the three bullets left his gun, impacting into the lightly armored side of the Spetsnaz, as they collapsed.
    The fourth took cover behind the sandbags he looked over and saw Larry stood up and shouted something in Russian before Larry fired and took him out. It was too late though, other Russians were turning around.
    He quickly switched his gun to Automatic fire and started spreading fire down the tunnel. He heard yelling in Russian behind him, to his absolute horror, a line of Russians were charging down the ditch. Bullets already whizzing around him he picked up his smoke grenades off his belt and tossed both of them down either side of the ditch, blocking him from view.
    With his temporary cover he jumped up on the other side of the ditch and tossed a grenade down into it.  Just as the Russians arrived to where Larry was, he rolled over and the grenade exploded, kicking up dirt, sandbags, shrapnel, and body parts.
    Bullets were whizzing over the Sandbag line. He crawled back to the ditch slowly. He could hear Russians shouting as he slipped another grenade into the ditch, kicking up more dirt, sand and again body parts. He winced, it was disgusting. 
    A chorus of shouts rang off into the distance. Just then a M1 Abrams broke the sandbag barrier, running down a few Russians. One after the other more Abrams broke the barrier; the Russians hopped out of their ditch and ran for it, not even noticing Larry.
    Soon soldiers were charging the ditch hopping in and making sure the ditch was clear. Larry always wanted to do this… He stood up and raising his rifle in the air heroically. 
    ”Damnit boy! Get down do you want to get shot!?” came Sarge’s voice. Larry could feel himself blushing as he jumped into the ditch finding himself to be surrounded by his squad. Getting pats and thanks from other soldiers and his squad. He was one of the happiest men in the world.

Somewhere in Antarctica
August 23, 2025: 0000
Second Lieutenant Seth McCarville

10^th Special Forces Group
    ”Bye-bye miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry, and good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whisky and Rye singin’ this’ll be the day that I die!-” Sang the radio.
    ”Can you turn this ancient shit off!” shouted Warrant Officer Raymond Arthur.
    ”This is your history son! Respect it.” replied Colonel Victor Putnam
    ”Yea well if the Russians wanna blow up my history, I say let ‘em.” replied First Lieutenant Alison Breeze.
    ”You will-” began Col. Putnam
    ”Five minutes ’till drop!” shouted the Pilot, followed by a pause.
    ”So, Colonel, what’s the mission? Command wouldn’t tell us.” asked Seth.
    ”Well we’re on a top secret mission to get coffee and donuts.  Trouble is, the Russian’s have eaten all the donuts and drank all the coffee, so we’re on a mission to go take over one of their Antarctic oil rigs, and maybe blow up a base or two along the way.”
    Seth looked around the helicopter. They all had the same uniform on; they all had completely white coats, with dragon skin body armor inside of their jackets, which was black. The coats had hoods which covered their heads, protecting their ears from the Antarctic cold. They had white cloths stretch across their faces to protect their mouths and noses from the cold. And finally they all had night-vision goggles covering their eyes. They also had thick white BDU pants with two pockets on each side of their legs and white military boots.
    An M4A1 silenced carbine was hanging in front of him on a strap over his shoulder. He had a Silenced M-9 Combat pistol strapped to his right thigh as well as he was carrying two fragmentation grenades and four flash bangs. They also had a packet of C4 Plastic charge and several detonators for it.
    The co-pilot got up from his seat in the front of the chopper. “Alright, when the doors open y’all will drop and make your way south by south west until you see the oil base. Ready?” The side doors slid open and he grabbed Seth by his shoulder and pulled him out the helicopter, “go, go, go, go!” Seth fell and immediately hit the soft snow, causing him to roll into the snow.
    He dug his way up to the surface where the rest of his squad was also digging their way up. There was someone already standing up. It was Putnam who had his hand up in the air, signaling them all to regroup with him. Seth had a hard time getting up through the powdery snow, and he was weighed down by his armor and equipment. He did however get up and reached Putnam and everyone else in a minute or so.
    ”God damn! I’m freezing my balls off!” complained Raymond.
    ”We all know you aint got no balls to freeze off Arthur.” replied Putnam.
    ”Yea and your just an old basterd doing a job too big for him.”
    ”Alright boys, can we please just get this done?” asked Alison.
    ”Alright,” Replied Putnam, he took out a compass and checked it. He then pointed in the direction and began walking in that same direction, they all followed him. Seth walked behind Alison, even in the middle of Antarctica with a thick winter pants Seth couldn’t help but stair at her ass. 
    After an hour or two of walking in the freezing weather Seth saw Putnam give the order to halt. Putnam ducked down and slowly walked up a hill and peered over it. He motioned for them to join him and they all peered over the hill.
* * * * * *

Outskirts of Paris, France
August 25, 2025: 0930
Corporal Larry Spick

7^th Army V-Corps
    Larry was on top of an M1A2 Abrams along with the rest of his squad. The war was raging off in the distance. Then again, it was raging all over the globe. 
    ”Artillery!!!” came a sudden shout as dozens of large explosions rang out.
    ”Get off the tank!” shouted Sarge. Joe and Nathan immediately got off, followed by Sarge. But Larry wasn’t quick enough. An explosion hit the front of the tank, and the tank flew up, causing Larry to be thrown several feet before hitting the ground with a thud, he blacked out.

* * * * *

Location Unknown
January 1, 2020: 0000
Operative Unknown

Battalion Unknown
    Larry woke up in a haze, he felt a quick shock. The computer on his Future Warrior Armor was sparking. He quickly lifted it out of its pouch that was in the back of his armor and threw it off, his helmet falling off with it. He was the first soldier in a long time, maybe decades, to fight without any computers or radios.
    He heard gunshots and explosions off in the distance. He charged forward, feeling almost weightless with all the computers off of him. All around he had to hop over rubble, destroyed vehicles, and bodies. The few buildings still standing were collapsing as he ran past them. One building’s roof collapsed almost crushing Larry beneath it. But he charged on following the sounds of gunshots and explosions.

Somewhere in Moscow
August 26, 2025: 1427
Captain Armond Lee [MIA]

48^th Fighter Wing
    Armond awoke with a start. Everything was fuzzy, he couldn’t see at all. “I… what, where am I.” Then suddenly there was a chuckle, and evil sort of chuckle.
    ”Good morning, Yankee pilot”
    Armond rubbed his hand over his face, he moaned lightly, “Where am I, what’s going on?” Armond waited for an answer but none came, instead he got.
    ”You Yankee, are our new prisoner, you’ve been asleep for quite awhile, I assume that crash must of done some wear and tear on your body. Don’t worry though you’ll be fine, we need you to be in tip top shape if you’ll be good for negotiations.” said this mysterious man.
    ”Who… who are you?” Asked Armond
    ”Me? I cannot say my name. Just know that I am a very important Russian officer, and I will be your captor.” he replied. As Armond’s vision began to return to him he could see the face of his captor. He was an elderly man, probably in his late 40s- 50s. He had a gray crew cut and his face was scared right down the middle of his face. He was in a Spetsnaz officer formal uniform. He also had two uniformed guards at attention holding Ak-47s. Their faces were hidden under their helmets shadow.
    He found himself to be in what looked like a standard prison room with a large metal door that was behind the guards.  He was lying on a raggy cot and there was a dirty sink and toilet in the corner as well as a mirror that was overlooking the sink. “Is that all?” Armond didn’t answer, “very well, men, file out!”
    One of the Spetsnaz opened the door and turned out of the room, quickly followed by the other one. The officer smiled evilly and walked slowly out of the room. The door was slammed with a loud “bang!” And Armond leaned back on his cot, thinking.

* * * * *

Location Unknown
January 1, 2020: 0000
Soldier Unknown

Battalion Unknown
    Larry woke up. An explosion tore apart the building he was using to hide. Everything went fuzzy for but a second. Larry fell back on his back he heard calls of “Retreat!” Larry dug his way up through some light rubble and took up a position behind a pile of boulders overlooking the street. 
    Most of the buildings were in ruin. Many American infantrymen were in full retreat, running away from the front line as Larry heard it last night. A couple of men hopped over and joined Larry. “Who are you Corporal?” 
    ”I’m Larry Benjamin, Beta Squad.” replied Larry.
    ”Alright Benjamin, I’m Sergeant Roger Pretzel, that’s Specialist William,” Sgt Pretzel motion towards a man holding a Squad Automatic Weapon (SAW), “that’s Corporal Damon.” He motioned towards a man who was carrying a Javelin and had a RPG strapped over his back. Larry glanced at him with amazement. “We’re Alpha-four.” Pretzel continued.
    ”Ok sir, what should we do.” asked Larry
    Pretzel looked from Larry, to his squad, and back to Larry. He then looked at what was left of the stairs. “You and Cpl. Damon head upstairs and watch for tanks. William, you head to the second floor take out enemy infantry, I’ll cover the stairs.”
    ”Yes sir!” They all chanted in unison.
    They all got off their knees and ran up the stairs. The stairs were crumbling as Larry ran up the steps. He quickly found himself on a roof. It was completely flat. There were big holes in parts of the roof and a big hole in the right corner. Larry ran to the corner, he saw Williams was setting up his SAW and aiming it down at the street just a floor below them.
    There were still a lot of American men retreating.  Then a bang, several soldiers flew into the air, their bodies not intact. A Russian T-90 rounded the corner.
    ”Hey! Larry!” called Damon, “Should I use the missile launcher, or the bazooka?”
    Larry laughed and shouted back, “Bazooka defiantly!”
    ”Your call Sir.” Damon then mounted the RPG over his shoulder and stood up, rather clumsily. He moved towards the edge and aimed at the Tank. One… two… three… he fired and the top of the tank flew up with large pieces of shrapnel flying everywhere. The T-95 was blocking a small alleyway; Spetsnaz could only file through it in single file. And other T-95’s had to turn around and go around. The main street however was still flooded with Spetsnaz, T-95’s and T-90’s.
    The street had quickly become a battle zone. The American forces were in full retreat and their bodies were quickly filling the street. Bullets were flying everywhere; explosions were erupting throughout the street. “Three… two…. one!” A bang and a missile went flying up and onto another T-95. Damon placed down the Javelin and began reloading it. Then a bang came off in the distance, his shoulder seemed erupt in a red liquid. He was thrown back screaming and clutching his shoulder. Larry wheeled around looking for the sniper. Another flash immediately came from a window across the main street and then Damon’s screaming stopped. Larry fired at the window which was where he saw the flash. As he fled a bullet grazed his cheek, but he didn’t stop firing. He moved closer to the edge which was blown up. His foot was parallel with the broken corner.
    Another shot penetrated the sound barrier. Immediately something impacted his body armor. The air was literally sucked out of him and his foot slid.  His ass bounced off the concrete of the roof. Larry felt himself falling. Then… blackness.
* * * * * *

Somewhere in Antarctica
August 24, 2025: 0000
Second Lieutenant Seth McCarville

10^th Special Forces Group
    ”Ok, we’ve spent a day here, can we attack someone now!?” complained Raymond.
    ”We’re just waiting for something.” replied Colonel Putnam patiently.
    ”For what?” asked Raymond.
    Col. Putnam waited a moment. The only sound was the wind slowly burying them with snow. “That.” He pointed as two snowmobiles exited the base. “Lt. Breeze, take ‘em out.”
    ”Oh, uh… yes sir.” replied Alison. She then pulled a Barret M82 anti-material rifle. Putnam immediately responded.
    ”No, no, no. Take out them men, not the snowmobiles.” ordered Putnam
    ”Oh, ok… sir” Alison slung the Barret back over her shoulder and brought the M40 Sniper Rifle’s scope to her eye. She slowly moved the rifle, following the Snowmobiles. She pulled the trigger twice.
    ”Good shot!” Putnam shouted out as one of the Snowmobiles veered to the left and stopped. “Now, get the other one!” One more shot and the other one veered off to a stop. “Advance now!” 
    ”Sir, will they be able to see us? I mean there right outside the gate” Asked Seth.
    “No, blizzard’s too thick.” replied Putnam as they all got up and charged towards the position in which the Snowmobiles were.