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The Ruins of Warsawa (Reimagined)
It's getting cold again, the vehicles were thick with frost last night.You get up and relieve the watch, blowing mist and trying to stay warm. The Geiger Counters on the vehicles click no more than is usual. It's time to saddle up and get moving.
You head in, the scouts bounding ahead, down the steady incline and into the Vistula Valley. If there's anything you ever wanted it was to never come here again. While World War Three has been a gruelling hell it reached its depths in the hurricane of death, destruction and misery of the Siege of Warsaw.
The reports are bad, two days more food on half rations - half that is of the little that you've become accustomed to. You haven't seen any game in weeks and the ground here has had a scorched earth practiced on it about four times. You can't stay here.
The options are equally bad; to the south is the Warsaw Pact's last remaining fully functional MSR and the patrols will be thick as flies on shit. Sure, you might do some damage but it'll only be a token effect and then it's death or the POW camp. Similarly the north is worse as that's where the Soviet Marines and Airborne were last seen. West and towards the friendly lines and you have the Guards Third Shock Army there and you know those guys only too well. East it is.
As you approached the ruins of Warsaw you all stopped on a rise and surveyed the vista in shock, how can the ruins still be burning? Smoke rises from the suburbs and the visceral rumble of artillery comes from the north, punctuated by the staccato rattle of small arms.
Before you stretches klicks of destruction and death. Wide belts of flooded trench lines, blown-in pill boxes and blackened wrecks. The tail boom of a helo sticks out of a shattered house. A tank is half in a crushed fighting pit and you see a comrade stare at it with a vacant look. Was he in that pit? Did any of his friends get out, and if not are their remains still in there? You clap him on the shoulder and he nods and clambers back into the vehicle.
War is hell in that it never seems to end.