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Prologue
"If we do not end war - war will end us. Everybody says that, millions of people believe it, and nobody does anything." ~H.G. Wells

From the Diary of Sgt. Thomas Morgan

''I try to think why I joined the Marines in the first place. Was it for patriotic duty, was it for it glander, or was it for killing? I still don't know to this day, and I don't think I'll ever know.''

''It was Winter 2011, just like any year. Everyone was happy and peachy, as far as we knew. Sure, Russia was stomping on some rebels, but we didn't really care. Then, a event happened that made everyone cringe. A rebel leader by the name of Abdul-Mu'min took over his native land, and killed the president. The worst part was that this guy was a fucking nutjob, and the country had a fair amount of Nuclear Warheads. Needless to say, the U.S. began to wind up it's little war machine. That's why we are in the Persian Gulf Right now, listening to the fine sounds of jet engines.........''



"Welcome to the 1st Marine Division, "The Old Breed" as we like to call it," said Sgt. Thomas Morgan to his troops "w,e're on the U.S.S. Washington, about to assualt the country of Jaarastan, in case you were sleeping the whole damn time. We are going to be the first ones in hell, and we're going to be first leading a 200 mile assualt inland. There's heavy opposition, believe me, this is no small military force. This is going to be a long fight, and alot of us are going to die. But I damn sure that it's not going to be us, am I right Marines?"

The Marines saluted in unison ", SIR, YES SIR!!!!"

Thomas smiled ",Good. So now that we understand the situation, let's load up. There's Blackhawks ready to take us to the port town of Tiliz, we need to capture it so the rest of the force can move in. So come on, MOVE!!!!" The Marines scurried to the choppers. Thomas smiled, he loved is job so very much. He then started walking toward the helicopter.

Spender was preparing for takeoff from the carrier; "Forward cannon: assigned, Chain guns: assigned, Hellfires: assigned. Gentlemen, we are ready for WWIII!" As 6-7 Marines entered the helicopter, John saw one who stood out, "Thomas! Great to see ya again!" Yelled Spender over the rotor blades. "Small military ain't it?" Thomas paused for a moment, looking at the enormous invasion force. "Well, not really." "Hehehe, alright well, we can talk on the ride over, right now I need 2 guys on those door guns." Spender replied.

"Got it," Thomas replied ", Johnson, Myers, man those guns." Pvt. Johnson and Pvt Myers came running toward the chopper, and immediatly they manned the guns. Thomas turned toward Splender ", now we can go." Thomas sat down in the Blackhawk, and it took off, heading for the first part of their horrible conflict.

Chapter 1
Spender flew among a swarm of helicopters and jets, with an armada of landing craft below him, but soon a hail of bullets and rockets enveloped his helicopter, and the stakes just got alot higher for him, and the US. "Hang on to something! We're about to hit the coast!" Spender fired off 4 Hellfire rockets and the soldiers behind him began shooting out the doors of the chopper. "Sarge, listen, I've been given authorization to prioritize targets as I see fit, I'm gonna strafe that radar truck, and then I'll let you off at BCT3's rally point at the Ibn' tower in the financial district! Get ready!"

"Got it" yelled Thomas over the helicopter rotors. He loaded his M4 carbine, and made sure he had some extra ammo. "Alrighty," yelled Thomas ",get tactical Marines, we're going in hot!!" The rest of the Marines did the same, making sure that they had extra ammo. "Cpt. Hughes, you ready?" asked Thomas to his next closest african american. He was polishing his M429 Machine Gun, and looked up and said ", always ready." Thomas smiled, Gregory Hughes was always right. "Ok," Thomas said, addressing his Marines ", you know the drill, we've got to secure some positions so that the rest of the invasion force won't get their asses kicked."

Splender paused the helicopter in mid air, waiting for the Marines to drop off. Two Marines threw ropes down to the ground, even as gun fire pierced the air. "Down the ropes, go go GO!!!!" yell Thomas. Immediatly, the first Marine jumped off the Blackhawk, sliddling down the rope, the others followed him.

"Alright Thomas, here's our situation: this building is almost 1500 feet tall and is the tallest structure in the city, the upper floors are jam packed with AA guns, and radar and comm equipment. We didn't bring the kind of firepower to take this thing down, so we gotta blow it up from the inside, that means planting charges on load bearing beams, and knocking out the damper on the top floor, that damn thing is what keeps this building upright in the event of ehem...seismic activity. And uhh, one last thing, here's a present." Spender then signaled for a second helicopter to drop off 4 Delta-Force commandos in to the quiet courtyard of the skyscraper, almost unaffected by the battle raging less than a mile away. "I got your back the whole way, when you're done pop a flare on the exec landing pad and I'll evac you."

"Got it," said Thomas. He watched the helicopter fly away, and he signaled the group to head towards the building. "Yo, Delta's," said Thomas ", I'm going to need to have you guys take out the damper while we take out the bearing beams, is that clear?" One of Delta Soldiers, probably the leader, nodded.

It took them about 3 blocks until they were near the building. They're were soldiers in any location you could probably think of. "This is going to be a rough one....." said Huges. "Damn right," said Pvt. Myers. Thomas wasn't paying attention to the conversation, since he was surveying the building. There were some MG's posted some towers, about two technicals guarding the door, and some soldiers patrolling the area.

"Ok, we're going to move on my mark," said Thomas, grasping his rifle. The others did the same, holding themselves againist the wall. Thomas was nervous, since he had no idea what the hell was going to happen. "Now," he breathed, and started running toward the building. Gunfire was flying from both sides as Thomas and the rest of his Marines were running.

Thomas slide, and took cover behind a container holding god know's what. He fired over the container without looking, trying to at least hit one soldier. "Taste this you motherfuckers," yelled Hughes, as he chucked a gernade from behind his cover. There was a loud explosion as the gernade blew up the technical, and screaming followed afterwards. "Come on, let's move up!!" yelled Thomas. They started to run toward the door.

There was still gunfire coming from the other buildings, and the artillery barrage from the battleships was deafening. "Navy must be trying to make us deaf," laughed Pvt. Myers. Cpt. Hughes nodded, while Thomas laughed in acceptance.

They were inside the lightless building now. The artillery barrage most have knocked out the power for the city, but the comms were still working up above. "Lights on," said Thomas ", I don't want any of us getting ambushed in close quarters." Almost immediatly, the hallway was lit up by the tactical flashlights. The light revealed a disarray hellhold, stuff throw around here and there, tables overturn. "Jesus, these guy must have been shitting themselves when the invasion came," said Pvt. Myers. "Shut it, Myers," said Thomas "we don't know where the hell these soldiers are, if there are any left."

As they began starting down the stairs, Thomas contacted the Delta's. "Delta 4, we're going to need you guys to stay outside for some cover. We only need to take out these damn beams, and we're out of here." He heard static over the radio, then over the sound of small gunfire, he heard ", roger that, we already have enough shit out here."

After going down a few flight's of stairs, they finally got to the beam's location. "Thank god, I was beginning to think that the Navy should just bomb the shit out of this place." Pvt Myers then began to run toward one of the beams, when suddenly a enemy soldier came from behind one of the beams. He screamed something in Arabic before pelting Myers with AK rounds. "Nooooo!!!", screamed Thomas, before shooting the soldier. The bullets flew through his chest and neck, and he flopped to the floor; dead.

Thomas ran over to the dieing Myers. Myers had blood coming out of his mouth, and he was gasping for air. "They...got me.....they fucking got me," he said. Thomas was near tears, since he had know Myers for about a year. "There's nothing wrong with that, Myers. You just had some bad luck." Myers looked at Thomas, with is crazy smile. Then, he drew one final breath before dieing.

Thomas watched the building go down in flames as Cpt. Hughes detonated the C4. He heard cheering from the rest of his Marines, but his mood was unchanged. He was angry, no, pissed with these Son's of a Bitch's. But, he had to forget about Myers, he had a job to do.

"Good work, Sarge," said General Farson ", if I had a few more men like you, we'd be winning this war by now." "Thank you, sir." he said. When he knew that Farson was gone, he started to head for his Marines. "Alright, listen up, if you think we're done, you're sadly mistaken. We still have to capture the captial, which is about a million miles away from this port. We've just be assigned to capture a town closeby, which is one of the main area's of enemy resistance. We'll be piggy backing on some armor to it, so I hope you all feel confortable on metal."

Cpt. Huges was already reloading his gun ", you kidding me? I used to go to work at a construction yard." Thomas nodded "yep, but half of us havn't always sat on metal." There was some chuckling, then the Major directed them toward a nearby Stryker. When they got inside of it's dimly lighted interior, the door started to close slowly. Thomas felt like they we're being enclosed in a tomb.

The convoy started to move after the colonel had a nice photo op with some AP's, which was a nice piece of bullshit for the civies. Above the convoy, Blackhawks and Chinooks flew above them.

Chapter 2
From the diary of Thomas Morgan.

''I fucked up today. I let Ian Myers go running toward one of the New's buildings beams, and he was planted with bullets. I thought that ,even though I knew that this was going to be a hard battle, that I was not going to lose any men. Needless to say, I was wrong.''

''Now, we're heading toward the town of As'amadish, a couple miles up the road from Tiliz. After that, a couple more cities before we it the damn desert, and that god forsaken mountain range I heard about. Then, after that, we'll be in the war torn paradise........''



The Stryker was jumping up and down like a horse in a rodeo. The road had been blown to peace's by the enemy, as a piss poor way of stopping the invasion. Thomas was sitting in the dim red lighted troop hold, studing the map of Jaarastan. It was a pretty big ass country, since it had engulfed much of the surrounding countries during it's "Revolutionary Wars" in the 80's. So, it was now the Marines job to traverse this FUBAR geography.

"Ok," said the pilot of the Stryker ", I've got orders to drop your asses off at a camp near here. There, or so it's said, your supposed to grab anything you can, and meet a 'Lieutenant Hamlin', downtown. He's having a rough time getting the Jaari's out of their positions, so he said he needed some help."

"Got it," said Thomas. Thomas felt a tap on his knee, and turned to see that it was Hughes. "Permission to speak, sir?" asked Hughes. "You know you don't have to ask me that all the time, Hughes," Thomas said ", but, go ahead." Hughes nodded, and said ", doesn't it seem like there's a little to much opposing fire coming from the city. I thought we took artillery out already?"

Thomas shrugged ", must be some AA's covering the artillery pieces." But Hughes wasn't finished ", so, what's stopping the Jaari's from sending their airforce to pelt the shit out of us?" Thomas was about to blurt something out, but instead he said ", I.....don't really know, Hughes." Hughes looked at Thomas quizically, and then sat down.

Still, the thought of a bomb tearing at his Marines haunted Thomas. He went back to his map, and tried to forget about it.

Spender's voice gradually cleared on to the staticy radio. "Thomas, hey Thomas do you copy? I repeat, do you copy? It's me, over." John heard Thomas reply, "Go ahead John, I read you." Spender continued: "I heard about the success of the tower demo op, hell, I saw it myself, that falling damper took the thing out like a fuckin' wrecking ball... but um, I'm sad to say that I also heard about Myers. I wish I could've been there." He heard Thomas sigh on the other end of the radio: "Sitrep?" "Sure, well, this place might just be a few houses in the middle of a desert, but Jaarastan wants it, and so do we. In addition to being a rest stop along the road to defeat, this town is a enourmous weapons cache for the Jaari's, they practically turned it into a barracks. One other important note, is that several prominent U.N. officials and journalists have gone missing in this part of Jaarastan; the local government blames it on local insurgencies, but the CIA's long had a hunch that there's a POW compound somewhere in the city limits. Once the push into the city starts I'll be there for ground support. Right now I'm doing recon. Good luck."

"Thanks," said Thomas, before flicking off his radio. He layed back in his seat, more work for him to do. "Alright, time to drop you guys off." The Stryker slowly stopped, and the clanks of the door opening were heard. Outside, tracer bullets glittered the sky in a beautiful array. A F-16, which somehow flew too close for comfort, rocked the vehicle has it flew by.

"Jesus, this place is getting torn apart," said Hughes. "What kind of treatment do expect from a POW camp and cache town?" said Thomas. They started running toward the camp, which was just a bunch of tents basicly. A marine came running toward Thomas, and said ", Sergeant Thomas?" Thomas replied ", that a' be me." The Marine saluted, "I have orders to show you to the supply tent, so that you can fill up before you head for Lieutenant Hamlin, sir." "Well then," said Thomas ", lead the way."

The sound of gunfire flying above Thomas's head haunted him. They were inside the town now, since they had justed filled up on all the ammo they needed. "Check your surroundings everyone, we all know what happens in the dark." The only light came from the gunfire and the flares flying through the air. The light gave each building a shadow, and it turned the entire street into some nightmarish landscape. "This fucking shit is freaking me out, Tom," said Hughes, aiming his gun at the windows of houses they walked past. "Me too, I really hope we're close to this guy, or else we're fuc......." Thomas stopped talking for a second, which caught Hughes attention. "Thomas, what's wrong?" But Hughes suddenly knew what Thomas had heard. Turning onto their road was a T-72 tank, with about twenty people near it. "Shit, take cover!!!!' yelled Thomas, as he dived behind a wall. The T-72 fired off a round, blowing up a chunk of an entire building in the process. When the Jaari's caught site of them, they started to fire at them also.

Thomas stood up from his cover, and managed to shoot at least two Jaari's in the process. Hughes was naturally doing his own thing, which was overwhelming the enemy with his M249. Pvt. Young, the newest member of the group, was frantically trying to call for some kind of air support. "Negative, this is Lightning one, requesting close air support on a T-72. No, I'm not at the frontline right now. Sir.... we really need this airstrike."

Thomas was too annoyed to let this stupid conversation go on any longer. Thomas grabbed the radio from Young, and yelled into the radio "Sir, if you don't get me a fucking airstrike immediatly, I swear to god all mighty that when I find you, I'm going to shove this radio up your ass!!!!" There was static over the radio, but Thomas eventually heard "Roger, there's an A10 in the area, so that should do it." Then, like a musical note played at the beginning of a play, Thomas heard the A10's engines.

He then caught sight of A10, and saw it fire two missiles. The missiles collided into the tank, and it made a beautiful explosion. "Yeeaah Baby, that's what I'm talking about!!" said Hughes. Thomas wasn't really worried about this small victory, since he knew there was still a long way to go. "Come on," he said ", we've got to keep moving."

Spender was tracking Thomas's squad on his thermal cam, "Thomas, Watch it! BTR heading your way!" A BTR then cut Thomas's squad off in the street, "Get to cover, engaging." Spender then flipped a switch and fired the wing-mounted chain guns. "You're clear man. But...wait...hold on, I'm intercepting a foreign radio transmission...amping signal...broadcasting." Spender heard the sound of the Jaari dictator telling his people to fight on, that the westerners would destroy their homeland. "Yeah, yeah, fuck you too." He then killed the signal and shot two rockets at the towns' radio tower. "Go on Thomas, I'll be directly overhead."