The North PacificBoard

Smoke filled the nose of Daniel Green as he and his squad advanced inside of an M113 Personnel cattier, advancing protected from small arms fire against a spot of stronger resistance. They passed, though he couldn’t see it, some static hastily constructed defenses, mostly cars filled with whatever the enemy could get their hands on. Some with sand, others with brick. No matter now, as they were either blasted out or currently burning. In front of them an MBT-70 rumbled, clearing the adjacent street. Before long a blast was heard as the tanks was blown up by enemy RPGs. That seemed to be the theme of the day though, and the reason that troops were packed into the Personnel carriers.

“Gawd, didja hear thar? Cant expect that a tin can like this would offer us much protection against something like that.” Private Boyl said in a Northern Accent, sniffing.

“Please, these things are made to take hits you know. An RPG or any other commie or otherwise weapons wouldn’t do anything to her.”

The other soldiers laughed at the cocky new private that they had been assigned. He was just out of boot, and this was his first engagement of the war.

“Well, Sampson. That’s real comforting. Jesus, that what they teaching you kids in boot these days? If you were on the beaches you’d know that these things truly are tin cans, and nothing more.”

One of the seasoned guys said.

“What? We have the best equipment compared to these guys, that’s for sure. And the Confederates probably can’t design weapons for anything, being Socialist When most of this stuff was developed and all. No drive to create the best one.”

The 12 other soldiers laughed again. It was cut short though as the machine gunner took a bullet from a sniper through his head, causing him to collapse into the transport. When he did, his helmet was gone and so was half of his skull. The soldiers all stopped laughing and simply stared at him. Before long a massive crash and explosion rocked the transport. After that everything went black.

Eventually Green came to. A ringing filled Greens ears and a pounding his head. His eyes were blurry as he orientated himself. He was sitting in the back of the transport still, but the red light that once illuminated the bay was gone, and replaced with a dancing orange glow. He looked to his left and found a fire raging in the front of the transport. The first four guys had lost most of their torso, leavening A gruesome scene behind. All of the guys were covered in black soot as he turned to look right, where he found the transport door still shut. He blinked and looked at his shirt, which was dotted and soaked with a Dark liquid. He weakly grabbed his shirt and looked at the color on his hands in the fires light. I’m dead he thought to himself. I’m dead and I’m still in the transport. I’m stuck, trapped. Fear began to fill him as he soon came to the realization that the blood wasn’t his, but from the guys in front. He turned to look at them again, gaining back his hearing and eyesight as he did. He shook his head, panic enveloping him as he noticed it was harder to breath. Every time he sucked at the acrid air he would cough as smoke from the fire filled his lungs. It finally donned on him what had happened. He sprang up and hit his head, causing him to fall back into the seat. The helmet had protected his head well from that impact at least. He grabbed his rifle as the intense heat started to hit him, sweat engulfing his body. Some of the other guys were waking up now as well, and experiencing the same horror as Green looked for a release.

“Come on Green, get the release!” They yelled. He frantically searched. As he almost gave up and submitted to his fate, his head feeling light, he found the release handle and ripped it down. The gate fell and slammed onto the street as sunbeams fell through the clouds. He fell face first into the street, the other guys who had survived following him. A sniper shot snapped over him as he scrambled to his feet before running to cover at the building that he figured the sniper was in. The other guys tried the same run, one of them getting shot in the chest as he did. He fell backwards, holding his chest. The final 4 survivors started making a plan of attack. They broke the window of the downstairs building and threw a grenade in. It exploded, adding another boom to the many going off today. The soldiers then breached the entry way and began to methodically search the rooms. They found a machine gunner who tried to raise his backup rifle, but they put two into him before he could. They then continued up the stairs. A trap disarmed later, they made it to the snipers roost. They slowly opened the door. The sniper was around 25 years old, his ammunition laid out in front of him. He was looking down the scope as Green raised his rifle level. The sniper turned to him, his eyes wide with surprise. Green fired two three round bursts into him. The sniper fell back and out the window, taking his rifle with him. Outside, Green looked over the battlefield. The City was... broken. Smoke plumes of black rolled up over the city, drones from the East supple lund Army proving heavy close air support for the supple army, which was likely advancing much quicker and with less casualties as they were trained more in house to house fighting, and their weapons more suited. A Huey Gunship chopped by, preparing to level a building most likely too hard to dislodge with an infantry assault. The whole world seemed to collapse as Green watched over. And he was a part of it.