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How it Began, My new story |
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Charactors:
Americans:
Name: Sergeant Ian Callahan
Age: 44
Sex: Male
Background: A marine squad leader, Sergeant Ian served in Iraq just before the pull out. Just as the invasion of the U.S. began he and his squad were overwhelmed and separated. Rejoined with them he now vows to drive the "Damnedable Mexican's" from his homeland.
Name: Private First Class “Red Fred” Donavan
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Background: Frederick Donavan’s life was never easy. He grew up in a rough neighborhood and had to fend for himself. Fighting off gangbangers, and would be bullies, the man acquired a knack for “a** kicking”. He joined up in the Marines straight out of his high school. He was sent to the front green, but quickly was born into himself again as a hardened veteran, at only 19.
Name: Lance Corporal Brian Reams
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Background: Lance Corporal Brian was assigned to the border guard unit shortly after getting out of basic. As the Squad's Rifleman he is a rather determined and headstrong young man. He is fearless to the point of stupidity sometimes, but can also be very concerned for his squad's safety more than his own.
Name: Private First Class Edward Fletcher
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Background: PFC Edward was drafted into the Marines to replace one of the men lost in Sergeant Ian's squad during the initial invasion. Young, Gung-ho, and very cheerful, this young man is usually the a** end, so to speak, of most of the squad jokes and pranks.
Name: Jonathan Minks
Age: 55
Sex: Male
Background: A graduate of the University of Illinois, and a Major in Public Speaking, Minks was a prime candidate for a diplomat. Charismatic, and easily likeable, Minks is a very easy going man. Recent troubles however during his post in Germany have made him nervous. Not only because the few Americans there were folded into the defense army Germany had mustered up, but because Germany wasn't allowed to have an army of more than five hundred thousand...unless being attacked. And even now so few are willing to join that he is attempting to propose a draft to the German Prime Minister.
Spanish:
Commander Juan Delarosa
Age: 43
Sex: Male
Background: Commander Delarosa was born into poverty in the suburbs of Mexico City; Delarosa was a very resentful man. When the new President of Mexico came to power when he was 20 he joined the Army. Quickly he rose through the ranks, eventually attained his position as Commander. When Mexico invaded the United States Commander Delarosa was up at the front where ever his men went. Now at Salt Lake City, Delarosa has found himself in a very difficult situation that may lead to disaster.
The Story Itself:
Present Day: March 3, 2023
Location: Salt Lake City Outskirts, Utah: Furthest point of Mexican Advance.
A convoy of trucks and A.P.C.s barreled down the dusty road. The trucks and A.P.C.s kicked up the brown and tan sand of the desert. Thanks to the Mexican invasion supply lines to and from the front had been severed. The Mexicans had been beaten back so that their advance was holding in an almost straight line from Utah, west to California, and east to Texas. As the convoy went along a middle aged Sergeant looked over his men. As squad of thirteen men, including himself, they all sat in the back of one of the A.P.C.s.
Sergeant Ian Callahan was his name, he was forty four. Sergeant Callahan had served in Iraq prior to the United States having pulled out. The Sergeant and his men are part of the 24th Marines, a newly created unit scraped together from remnants of the border guards. Though the men of the 24th numbered more than three million strong, and aided by just over three hundred thousand National Guardsman, they were still outnumbered almost four to one. Sergeant Callahan stood up and looked over his men. "Alright boys, we got word from battalion. We are going to push forward with the rest of the 24th towards the center of Salt Lake City...of course..."
Sergeant Callahan paused for a moment. His men seemed to pale. "We will have artillery and air support. Our armor of course will be pushing in on the left flank to aid us."
A brief moment of silence came over the group. But a younger solider spoke up. Lance Corporal Brian Reams, age twenty spoke up. "Well Jesus Sarge that ain't too reassuring! The area's thick with Mexican's!"
Another of the young men, Private First Class Edward Fletcher spoke up.
"Hey, we all gotta do what the man on Capitol Hill says, and well this is what he wants." He said adjusting his glasses.
LCpl. Reams elbowed Fletcher in the gut. "Shut up replacement!" He grumbled.
PFC Fletcher went to speak but Sergeant Callahan quickly silenced the two. "Shut it you two!" He said with venom, glaring at the men.
Anyone else that had a remark instantly quieted, the Sarge mad was not something you wanted to see. Sergeant Callahan sighed to himself. Slowly but surely this war was getting to be more than just a war. With recent droughts in Mexico and parts of California it was now a fight to survive. A fight for survival, and resources which countries were quickly running out of. Dust still blew around even inside the closed cabin of the APC. The men stayed quiet, as they neared the city, several men began to pray.
"God help us...." The Sergeant muttered as he saw the black smoking ruins that used to be Salt Lake City.
Same Day
Salt Lake City, Utah, City Hall: Mexican Command Post
Commander Juan Delarosa stood, his hands folded behind his back. His uniform was clean, pressed and very tidy. He stroked his chin thoughtfully as he looked over his maps, and video feed.
"It seems the American's are moving in earlier than though...." He said in his deep voice.
One of his aides glanced to him. Delarosa was a celebrated major in History before joining the Army.
"This will turn into another Stalingrad.....if I don't stop them before they enter the city...." he muttered.
On the map the Commander pushed forward a small green block representing the Mexican Fifth Armored Division. Then he slid a much larger green block forward. This represented the Mexican Fifteenth Mechanized Infantry Division. Numbering well over two million, the defending Mexicans knew that for the defense of this city....it was do or die. The aide nodded catching the meaning of even the slightest movement of those blocks. He rushed off to make a dispatch. Once more Commander Delarosa scratched his beard.
"If this backfires....it will mean the end of our superiority in this region..." He said reflectively.
Same Day
Berlin, German: Foreign Minister's office
Across the world the American diplomat to Germany, sat anxiously awaiting word of the situation near Vauksburg. John Minks watched from across his desk, the German Prime Minister as he fiddled with a cigar. The German Prime Minister looked up again.
"Mr. Minks what is there to be done...about this...this, how would you say? Invasion? Yes. What is there to be done about this Invasion?" He said in heavily accented English.
Mr. Minks sighed deeply and rubbed his temples in thought.
"Honestly Mr. Prime Minister there isn't much to do but create a draft...." he responded with a heavy sigh.
The Prime Minister considered this. His brows furrowed in thought. His heavily creased skin looked more like a prune than ever. He was only in his fifty’s, but the recent trouble had aged him by what looked like ten years. Once more the Prime Minister took a long drag from his cigar.
With a long silence passing the Prime Minister nodded. "Reluctantly...I agree."
Mr. Minks breathed again in relief. "I will send the orders down first thing tomorrow morning." The Minister stated.
John shook the minister’s hand and exited. Hopping into and armored limo he rode with humvee escort back towards Berlin. The night sky was lit up a few miles away as a battle raged on. The polish and Russians were quickly destroying the fragile German army. F-15E's streaked overhead. All on their way for anti tank missions. John smoked his own cigar now as he watched. He shivered. "I'll be damned if I am going to see the fall of democracy to these ruffians..."
The dull thuds of artillery and bombs hitting the ground and buildings made him shiver. He wondered if Germany would truly survive the war.
March 4, 2023
Location: Salt Lake City, Utah, City Outskirts
The buffeted the APC as dust hit it. “Alright everybody out!” Yelled Sergeant Callahan loudly.
The door of the APC crashed open loudly. The men piled out quickly none wishing to die. “Move damn it! Move!” The Sergeant yelled.
Bullets flew past them LCpl. Reams and Pvt. Fletcher both were out within a few seconds. Fletcher, the least experienced walked right into the line of fire. The Sergeant dragged him back and shoved him behind some cover, a large boulder. “You idiot! You are going to get us killed!” He shouted. Fletcher paled and said nothing.
Pfc. “Red Fred” Donavan was the last man to exit the APC. A totally of twelve men left. The APC went to move before a mortar hit its side and tore through it, reducing it to slag. “Move! Into the city! They are bracketing us!” Callahan shouted.
He was scared for his men now; men that he knew would die soon. Pfc. Donavan moved alongside LCpl. Reams, and Pvt. Fletcher. All three men leapt over a low wall and hid in what used to be a backyard. The rest of the squad made it there a few seconds later. The pops and cracks of rifle fire brought a new reality to war. Many had never been in real combat before. A few just shook slightly, others prayed silently. But Reams and Donavan just sat quietly, their M-16s in hand. Callahan looked over his men and crouched as he inched towards the edge of the wall to see if the street was covered. He heard a crack then a piece of the wall hit his cheek. He retreated behind the wall as a machine gun opened up. “Damn it!” He swore. “Snipers and machine guns?” He said without looking into the street again.
Already he felt sorrow. The men who had to race across would die, even with covering fire.
 Sam Harris SDC · Fri Nov 30, 2007 @ 07:03am · 0 Comments |
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