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Explosions erupted across the battle field. It had been five days now of hard fighting for the Canadians and it had been a long time since anyone saw Canada competing with the major military powers of the world as an equal. Certainly not the invasion they had planned it to be. I was in the trench in Nunavut and it was littered with mud, snow and slush. The kind of slush that buried into your boots and clung to your bones. It was freezing, but the battle had to be fought. We had chosen to station a mile from the beach's this time. While, we had nearly annihilated the enemy forces in Nova Scotia on the beaches, High Command figured that they did not want to have the amount of resources and manpower lost like we did in Nova Scotia. In the end the only thing that really saved the enemy in Nova Scotia was the fog that lured in near the end of the battle (server crash) that let the enemy charge the beaches which, were so well defended. But the enemy was losing it's fervor and it was slowing and breaking down since Nova Scotia. We watched as the enemy got stuck in the soft frozen slush with their tanks and their soldiers shake like wild dogs from the cold. They weren't used to the weather apparently.

We had been fighting for the whole day shooting the enemy and they in return shooting us. Fighting from trenches as that is how the war had been degraded to. A contest in the mud of building a wall vs. a wall. A trench vs. a trench. I was glad to see my Canadian Assault Rifles winding up in the hands of Canadians on the battle front since I had set up the factory for that purpose. The battle drew on for hours and I phased in and out of it being exhausted throughout the day. I could remember that sometime in the day a French soldier stood up from his trench with a white flag of surrender. We all laughed until a Hungarian shot him.

It was night time and I had been watching the battlefield as it swooned between calm and vicious. Then General Coda slid into the trench from behind. We had been ordered to do a bayonet charge with the more experienced soldiers. No young ones were coming with us however. It was to be myself, Coda, 1ronman, Mustache Dictator, NoIdea (a duo citizen of Canada) and an American marine Chicco. We unbuckled most of our gear and put it down in the trench picking up only the essentials. Weapon, pistol, bayonet, reserve knives, hatchet, axe pick. It was known to get very personal in enemy trenches. Then when the time came Prime Minister Jacobi authorized a "creeping barrage" of artillery towards the enemy. Coda ordered us to ready bayonets for the enemy.

As the shells came in and struck near us everything fell down or came apart in the trench as the ground shook and swayed towards the submission of the artillery. Coda blew a whistle and the six of us crawled out of the trench like wolves ready to hunt. We sprinted across the field, the artillery only being a small ways in front of us. If we ran too fast we ran into friendly artillery, if we ran too slow we ran the risk of being shot by the enemy. The last shells of the creeping barrage struck the enemy trench making bodies and appendages fly up from where it struck in the enemy trench. The smoke was cleared and we shot our weapons at the enemy as we slide into the enemy trench. We shot at them as most of them were in a daze from the artillery strike. Mostly killing inexperienced soldiers and an occasional decorated soldier. We split up into two groups and went our separate ways into the maze of enemy trenches.

We had been shooting at the enemy and clearing the trenches for almost 10 minutes. Our group kept splitting up until we were all separate. I crept through the enemy trench shooting those that came around corners but I eventually ran out of ammo and had to resort to my bayonet. Then a Hungarian surprised me at one corner aiming to bayonet me a Hungarian General. I grabbed his rifle with one hand and directed the bayonet into the thick wood of the trench wall behind me. I tried to bayonet him at the same time but the same trick had been pulled one me as my bayonet was stuck to the wall. He quickly drew a knife and started swinging it at me as I jumped to avoid it. I grabbed a shovel laying nearby and smashed it into his face. He fell back dazed from the strike and I quickly drew out of my knife as well. Once he regained his composure we stared at each other waiting for the other to lunge, slash or stab. He lunged forward and I hit him again with the shovel to the face and then stabbed my knife through his arm sticking it to the side wall of the trench. I looked at him as I walked past him and he looked back with frustrated but angry eyes as he ground his teeth to try and get my knife out. I wedged my rifle and bayonet out of the trench wall while he did this and then stuck the bayonet in his back and twisted it.

It wasn't the first time I had experienced this, I remembered when I was a Canadian Ranger my first battle we were trying to take down a Hungarian General who was stabbing and bayoneting many Romanian soldiers (he 7.00 strength General and I 3.00 private). I was over whelmed with a rush of anger and ran towards the Hungarian General. Just as he turned around I had bayoneted him in the heart and his eyes looked in disbelief and anger as he crumbled to the ground due to his broken heart. Who knew that his destroyed, wrecked and annihilated enemy would come back one day and invade Canada.

In the distance he could hear Coda's whistle blowing crazily and he could see why. Indonesian reinforcements were awake and they charged from the reserve trenches to save their fallen Hungarian friends. He crawled out of the trench and ran for the Canadian trenches jumping over the maze of enemy trenches as he ran. As I sprinted I was grazed in the hip by a bullet but at that point I was so full of adrenaline I didn't care. I slide into the Canadian trench and then went to the medical team to get patched up quickly. Soon, Coda and the others joined me in the medical tent. Coda had suffered minor fragmentation injuries as she was near an enemy grenade when it went off. Mustache Dictator and Chicco were unharmed. 1ronman had suffered a bayonet through the hand as he used his own hand to block an enemy bayonet attack before killing him. NoIdea's body was covered in cuts and slashes. I guess that's what you get for being a student of the blood thirsty Alucard Bloodfist. After, the medical tent I went to sleep in my own tent. It was damp, wet and cold. I piled as much as my equipment as I could on top of myself to try and add some heat. There was to be more fighting in the morning

I woke up and the battle for Nunavut was already raging. I joined the trenches to aid the Romanian, Spanish and Swedish soldiers who had fought while I slept to protect Canada. Although, they were overwhelmed and pushed back they still protected us from the Indonesian army while we slept. The battle was to be a long one and I could hear in the distance the Hungarian armoured core powering up to charge the Canadian trenches. But they were not alone as the American, Romanian, Spanish, Canadian tanks powered up. The British sure were missing out on a hell of a fight he thought to himself but they were politically taken over by the enemy but even so some British soldiers still came to fight for Canada, for old friendships and for old alliances. Some of them just wanted to fight.

Only time could tell the victor of this battle.





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