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Those that are left : Twilight 2000
Our life expectancy in combat was about two minutes. Most of us didnteven last that long. We never saw the enemy coming. When the Division HQ started shouting over the radio, it was already too late. The tanks of the Soviet 6th Guards Motor Rifle Brigade hit them hard at dawn, five klicks north of Kalisz. The proud US 5th Mechanized Infantry Division now just a
band of scattered stragglers, spread out all over hell. Running for our lives. Dying in the Polish dirt, which had been cratered and irradiated by tactical nukes from both sides.
Not that we were a particularly grand bunch when this operation started. A ragtag gang of jolly green giants, walking the Earth with guns. Soldiers. Not just Americans in our ranks we had Poles, Czechs, Germans, you name it. Even civilians. Hell, by the end wed take in anyone who had a gun and knew which way to point it. The command and supply chains broke down back in 98, when the US and Soviet naval forces obliterated each other on the high seas of the North Atlantic and the air resupply collapsed. After that, our forces over here in Europe were stranded. Living off the land. Falling apart.
When we first heard about Operation Reset, we couldnt believe it. The first major offensive by NATO forces in Europe in over a year. The order was to link up with other US forces under III Corps and push our way to Warsaw, or whats left of it. We werent told why. Some said it was the last hurrah, a final try to save the world as we knew it. We didnt care. We just knew
it was a Hail Mary, a desperate gamble in the most desperate of times. And maybe, just maybe, a chance to find a ride home. It was no surprise that it went to hell. Most things have in the last few years.
Some say it didnt have to be this way. Some say history could have taken a different turn. If the Soviet Union had collapsed back in 91 when it was on the ropes. If the Gang of Eight coup against Gorbachev had failed, the world
would have looked very different today. Some say. I think its bullshit. This storm was always coming, sooner or later. It doesnt matter anymore, anyway. Now, all that matters is to survive each day. Its all up to us now. Our squad. No one else will come to our rescue.
The final words from division HQ, before they signed off for good, left little doubt.
Youre on your own now.