the ozzie army
Day 781, 08:56
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Published in Australia 
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by Dan/naD Wilshire
We are the Australian elite. We have set up camp in our new area of surveillance deep in enemy territory. Our mission, to expel the power that has taken over this area. We have been travelling for some time no, recruiting locals to help us on our mission. So few have decided to join us on our conquest to expel the new rulers as they fear for their lives.
Our plan is to infiltrate the enemy base and take it down from the inside. It won’t be an easy task as we don’t blend in with our thick accents and skin tone. So we are using the cover of the dark to attack.
You decide what happens next, it’s bad, and so I need your comments to finish of what happens too our soldiers.
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sorry what? your positioned in australia??!!
costen, its a made up story, they can be any where you want them to be.
Snipe at the Brazilian commanders by night and fade into the South African wilderness . Lure the anti-sniper patrols into an ambush , if you can .
yeah brilliant story had me enthraled
Snipe? Sneak up through the bushes on the gomers and slit their throats open with a K-bar.
A wave of M1A1 MBTs thunder over the ridge and down the other side destroying the undergrowth and raising clouds of red dust. The dull thud of smoothbore guns fills the night as the computers aquire targets. Jets roar overhead, flying close air support. The horizon sparks orange with light, the almost strobe-like effect of machine guns make movement look jerky and unworldly.
The enemy sounds a retreat, a panicked soldier lowers their flag and passes it to a senior officer as the armour breeches the defences of the camp. Enemy soldiers stream out of the camp barley following the orders of their NCOs, some even running in their pajamas.
Dark angular helicopters follow the deserters, showing no mercy rockets and machinegun fire are hosed into the stragglers. Those driving vehicles or carrying heavy weaponry are given priority. A rocket speeds toward a gunship but uselessly explodes in a cloud of chaff.
An APC crashes over a chain link fence crushing the metal poles and barbed wire under its treads, the electronic doors spin down and a squad quickly disembarks covering all angles as they've been trained through hundreds of times, a soldier clicks open his chest pouch and produces our proud and beautiful flag, he hooks it to the flag pole and raises it to flutter gracefully in the cool breeze his comrades offer a salute to the flag and to our great nation.
AUSTRALIA FOREVER