World War III

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Sergeant Whitmoor
50 miles North of Saigon, South Vietnam

The fighting was intense on the front line. It looked like the VC had gotten some heavy artillery that America accidentially left behind. But it was alright. Good fortune for Whitmoor's squad, they were close enough to the coast for the 7th Fleet to use their guns on the VC. So, John and his squad sat down in lawn chairs they had found, and sniped any VC that escaped the barrage with their brand new AR-10s (XM-18A3 officially). Hopefully, they would be able to try out the new version of the Stoner 63 that came out recently (XM-17A2 officially), and have some fun customizing those things. The whole squad expected to see the new Vietnam campaing through to the end, when John recieved orders from the higher-ups that he was to be moved to India, for the real invasion of China. "So, this whole Vietnam War Part 2 was a ploy to get most of the Chinese over here?" John asked the messenger. "It appears that way sir. Is your squad ready to go?" The squad nodded, and murmers of 5 minutes or 10 minutes or some minutes floated around. "Give us an hour at most. We'll head down to Saigon when we're ready to leave." The messenger saluted and hopped back in his Jeep and drove off, probably back to Saigon to relay the response.

 

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Angelo DelVecchio
Cairo, Egypt

Angelo pulled at his secondary cord, the backup chute deploying. He was jerked violently upwards as his descent slowed down. He looked down torwards the ground, noticing that he was probably going to land in the Nile in a minute or so.

 

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Sergeant Whitmoor
Leh, State of Jammu and Kashmir, India

"Damn! It took us three weeks, just to get out of Vietnam, and then another week and a half to get here! This place isn't even on most maps. Where are we anyway?" A private was gripeing to a couple of guys from another squad, who had just come in from Belize, when Sergeant Whitmoor walked up to them. "We are in Leh, look toward the northwest corner of the map, and you'll find it." John pointed out the location on the map for the private. "You might want to get ready to go. They say we leave tomorrow at the earliest. Go to your bunk, you'll find a surprise." The new XM-17A2s were delivered to them, hot off the presses, and John's squad had gotten the first ones made, John's being the very first of course.

 

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MICHAEL ANDERSON
THE CENTRAL AMERICAN HIGHWAY, BELIZE
It had been weeks since the convoy had been destroyed. Anderson and his troops had taken up refuge in Mayan ruins, but since then they had been on the move, raiding Latin camps for supplies.

A private looked up, and yelled, "Artillery! Get down!"
Several mortar shells landed nearby. Latin infantry charged out from behind the bushes. "Retreat!" yelled Anderson, clutching his pistol.