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Assault on America
By: nickygio Date: February 26, 2013, 8:38 pm
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[center]Assault on America[/center]
Hey guys, I wrote a creative story for english, and I thought I
might as well just share it here. It may have kinda been
influenced by World in Conflict and Homefront, but it features
the UAR, or the United Asian Republic. I'm still kinda working
on the background, but I guess that's why its a WiP :) It is
told by Sargent Matthew Stokes, and experienced veteran who is
now trying to protect his town from a UAR armored and infantry
assault. enjoy.
March 3rd 2021
Man, that was a rough night. I think I’m finally calming
down, with all the adrenalin pumping through my veins. I was
sitting in my foxhole, the rain still pounding, permeating my
camouflaged uniform, the blood finally clotted in cut on my arm,
and I reloaded the .50 cal in front of me. The private next to
me was shivering from the cold, from the battle that just
passed, and he was almost completely overwhelmed by fear. “Get
it together McMurran, and God dammit stop felling sorry for
yourself” I said. McMurran was like every new Marine, a
overconfident teen, king of the world, the mightiest soldier
there could ever be. But, as soon as they get their baptism of
fire, and see their friend die a foot away from them, their
callow brains turn into a disgusting mess. I leaned back and
said, “You make me sick.” I looked at the kid and had a feeling
of disappointment, and thought to myself, this is the reason why
the UAR was able to invade Seattle, and parachute into the grain
fields and ranches in the mid-west. This is a different war, I
was fighting on my homefront. My thoughts were interrupted by
the crackling of the radio “…Bravo Company… this is… Victor
Charlie one… lots of enemy units converging on your position
over…” “Roger that, thanks for the advanced warning, over” I
said. “ We have a … AC-130 detailed to…your
position…Victor-Charlie One out” I waited for hell to arrive at
my doorstep.
The ground started shaking, McMurran cried, “What the hell is
that?” I yelled at the next foxhole over, “Get on that radio and
call for that bird! We got enemy armor moving up!” The
precipitation got heavier, as the radio operator shouted, “… we
need air support on those coordinates dammit… Sarge, the AC-130
entered our sector.”
“Get ready son,” I said to McMurran, “ its about to get a
little loud”. The enemy tanks were now in visual range, and they
started taking shots at the Marines. I could hear the shot go
off, and the men around me would scramble out of the way and the
shell landed in the foxhole they were just in. I was terrified
that we lost someone. Luckily they all got out in time. One
shell landed close to McMurran, and his helmet flew out of the
foxhole. He scrambled to get it, only I was able to yank him
down with one hand. “That’s suicide, stay the hell down!” I saw
the attackers and started firing the gun, “This is what real men
do McMurran, watch and learn!” I shouted as I took down a whole
row of UAR riflemen. “Maybe next time I’ll let you have a turn!
You know-” A searing pain went through my arm. I looked down at
the quarter sized hole in my bicep. “God damn! I’ll be alright,
just take the gun.” I said to McMurran “Your turn.” I got out of
the way as he crawled over to the gun. He pulled the trigger,
and I swear, something changed in that kid. He looked… he
looked… determined, yea, determined. He must have finally
realized what he was fighting for, who he was fighting for, and
why he was fighting for it. I saw him rake the whole field clean
of UAR. One after another of the foreigners fell victim to the
automatic steel reaper, until we all were blinded by a light. I
covered my eyes with my hand, and so did everybody else,
including the UAR, even the tanks stopped rolling, and we all
were looking up at the light in the sky with confusion. Then, a
screeching fireball landed in the middle of the field and
exploded, eliminating the men who were standing in that spot.
Chaos erupted, as the attackers tried to flee, McMurran opened
up with the .50 cal, and the AC-130 firing death balls through
the clouds. There was nothing left but craters and burning hulls
of Korean tanks. For the rest of my life, I will never forget
the sounds of men screaming in pain, metal getting misshapen
like clay, and the sound of the rain, pelting my helmet on a
moonless night.
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