I wake up in a makeshift hospital the Army made beneath the National Mall. Here, there are many wounded soldiers, body bags, and soldiers struggling to focus on work while the fighting ensues outside.
I pick up a scoped M14 EBR, an M16A4 w/ Red Dot Sight, a Desert Eagle, and an AT4. As I exit the bunker, the damaged Washington Monument can be seen as the war rages into the capital city of Washington D.C. I see Two M1A2 Abrams tanks, one far in front, the other with providing cover fire for the Rangers. However, when the Ranger squad moves up, both are destroyed by incoming Russian fire. I get knocked on my ass by the explosion.
We get up and advance along a road littered with dead soldiers. Evetything is noisy, surreal, vivid, slow motion. Eventually we reach the Department of Commerce, where enemy forces in the building bring us to to a halt. We engage in a murderous firefight, desperately calling for support. Finally an LAV is peeled from another mission to provide fire support.
My squad and I desperately try to hold off the enemy advance while waiting for armored support to arrive. I expend all of my M14 ammo providing over watch and charge my M4 and begin to spray and pray before we get overan by hostiles.
'Where in the fuck is our armor?' Some junior officer yells right before he gets several 7.62 rounds in his belly. I fire off a full mag in his killer's general direction.
"Last mag!" I yell out as I switch to semi-auto and try to take out as much of them as I can before I hear the ineveitable 'shunk' of an empty chamber. I drop the M4 and unholster the Desert Eagle.
"This is it" I yell out as I take slow, measured shots with the massive .50 AE pistol, vaporizing some poor assholes head before I feel painful, meaty thumps shatter my plate carrier.
I fall hard. Everything is blurry. I crawl to my forgotten AT4 and brace it against a concrete barricade and let fly a missle into the biggest concentration of enemy troops I see.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.