TC Tales: John892's Story

Day 1,069, 21:19 • Published in USA USA • by Synesi
John’s tale started here: From Russia with Love: Part Three

John’s Story: Part Two

Day 1,060 1600 Hours
Battlefields of FER/Western Alaska
Report Made by: 1st Lt. John892, CXO of the 11th Company, USTC

Almost a month had passed since my adventure in Far Eastern Russia, and many things have changed. No longer teaching classes to the fresh trainees, I am now the executive officer of 11th Company. Essentially, this just means even more desk work and papers. Oh Goodie...
I was taking my daily walk out around the 11th Company platoon barracks, cup of orange juice in one hand and a clipboard in the other. Walking with me was Major AdmiralQuasar, our company commander. The day seemed like any other, any minute now the Trainees will come out to morning roll call. The cold penetrated everywhere, and the sun shone over the buildings, casting sharp shadows all around. The gray buildings went on for eternity, monotony at its finest. This had to be the most ordinary day of them all.

BOOM!

I fell to the ground as the sound of exploding ordnance echoed throughout the sanctuary. I looked up overhead and spotted the enemy bombers high in the sky, like hawks waiting to swoop down on their prey.


The intercom sprang to life, blasting out a grim message. We were being attacked! I sprinted as fast as I could to check up on the barracks. I could already see 3rd Division moving out to secure the perimeter.


As the bombs continued, it was now accompanied by long-range artillery fire. When I had reached the barracks, I saw that no one had been hurt by the initial run. Sweet relief. AQ came by soon after and immediately began barking orders.

“Okay men, this is what is going down. You are to all get to the safe zone ASAP! You will stay there unless told otherwise, Do I make myself clear? Good, lets move, Godspeed.”

I lead the unit down the rows and columns of building until we reached an entrance. I unlocked the giant doors and lead us into the shelter. I could still hear the tremendous roar from the shells and bombs, along with light automatic fire. The only lights in here casted a soft glow of yellow over everyone. Not much could be done except sit and wait it out. This is going to be a long day...
Seconds passed. Then minutes. Hours. What is going on up there? I could not bear to keep waiting. The more time passed by the more felt like popping out, just for a look. Explosions were even more frequent now, and the light bursts of gunfire transformed into never ending volleys. I found the control room and, along with Captain Synesi tried to get some video feed. After minutes of loud swearing and fiddling with the components, we were able to get a glimpse of the action. It was a gruesome site. The buildings were reduced to piles of stone and chain-link fences into twisted scrap heaps.



Our men were huddled up in the ruins of the once great grounds, as the enemy drew closer and closer. Worst of all for me was the sheer volume of casualties. The medics were understaffed and overworked, as people were being hit left and right. Our men ran from cover to cover in a frenzy of fire. Our only tanks were already suffering from severe damage, as the last air units fell from the sky. Brigader General Dmjohnston called for them to fall back. The bombs had destroyed our communications. We were doomed.



As we were watching the carnage unfold, a bullet hit the camera. The screen instantly cut to static, and we lost our only connection with what was going on outside. Slowly, the chatter of guns quieted, and finally fell silent. My heart could not take what my mind was thinking. They were wiped out. As the last few shells fell from the sky, the scene took on a crushing silence. No sound could be found anywhere. The last line of defense has fallen. I could not bear to try to look outside. The Trainees too, were in awe of the apparent end of fighting. I tried to contact HQ to find out what we were to do next. No answer.

To be continued...

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