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Private Alex Connolly: Second Squad- Sigma
Battlefield Designation: Support Gunner
AU Tag: ACP-7895647380
First Active Engagement: Battle of Volgograd
Last Active Engagement: Classified
Testimony: Volgograd

“The sounds were the most irritating. The flashes and visuals I could handle, but the constant explosions racking my brain, the shells pounding every last inch of the city…that was too much. I can still remember the first assignment my squad was given in that hellhole. Captain Richardson said it was supposed to be a weeklong fight, no more. He was sure as hell wrong. After the first month I think both sides just lost hope. Our armor couldn’t get anywhere because of the rubble lining the streets, an aerial approach would have been suicide, and long-range missile strikes were either useless or inaccurate. I still can’t believe my luck. When I was drafted I figured I might as well be trained for Support Gunner, they’re only support I thought, they don’t do much. Hell, was I wrong. As it turns out Support Gunner is military talk for “Suicidal Maniac”. My freaking squad had me on the front lines for every last operation we carried out. Support Gunner my ass.


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Sergeant Gerard Humphrey: Fifth Squad- Sigma
Battlefield Designation: Assault Trooper
AU Tag: GHS-1986709963
First Active Engagement: Siege of Berlin
Last Active Engagement: Classified
Testimony: Volgograd

“Let me tell you, being a grunt is the worst damn job I ever signed up for. Snipers, Engineers, they got it easy. We Assault Troopers, we run through hell and back every time we move. Assault Troopers never get to stay inside the buildings. No, that’s only for Support Gunners and Snipers. The Engineers get to follow thirty yards behind us… Volgograd was the worst battle I think I ever participated in. It wasn’t the constant fighting; there was no constant fighting. But every time you stuck your head over the wall to check the street, there was a sniper round with your name on it. That city was so infested with Snipers that you couldn’t get away with crawling down the street in the middle of night. Every time a rookie would stick his head over the sandbags BOOM! His head was gone. I saw a lot of good men die that way.

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PFC Jessica Horowitz: Third Squad- Sigma
Battlefield Designation: Sniper
AU Tag: JHPFC-8976445681
First Active Engagement: Battle of Teerway Pass
Last Active Engagement: Classified
Testimony: Volgograd

“The first thing I said to my sergeant when I saw the city was ‘Send me back to Korea, screw this’. He just laughed. I was serious, Teerway Pass looked like Tea Time compared to this. The whole city just had a red glow over it, I could see flashes and hear these huge booms, and we were a mile away. The river was littered with ruined boats, our helmet light were turned off, the boat was dark, and out readouts were black. Still, even after going dark, we had a Chinese artillery barrage land right in our back pockets. Rounds were landing left and right, we started taking on water about ten yards from shore. We all abandoned ship and swam for it. I made it to the shore, with a few others and it was hell in a hand basket from there on out. Worst part about Volgograd was just being a Sniper. I killed so many unsuspecting people. Sometimes I wake up in the barracks in a cold sweat, still haunted with the faces of the people I had killed.”

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Lance Corporal Thomas Robinson: Sixth Squad- Sigma
Battlefield Designation: Medic/ Assault Trooper
AU Tag: TRLC-9008745614
First Active Engagement: Straight of Gibraltar
Last Active Engagement: Classified
Testimony: Volgograd

“Nothing prepares you for war. All that crap they shove in your head during basic training is worthless. When you getting shot at and your pinned down the five or six people who aren’t trying to kill you, there are no more ranks. No one calls anyone ‘Sir’ or ‘ma’am’ anymore. All the other guys in the squad complain about their jobs. They say they’ve got it the worst. Assault Guys always whine about running headlong into the fight. They don’t know pain until they wear this red cross on their arm. Sure, I can go out without getting shot, but sometimes, I’d rather just stay inside. I’ve walked in streets caked in blood and oil. Shells all over the place, bodies here and there. Then, when you think your patrol is finished, and no one is alive, you hear this cry. It sounds like a cat whining. You look over your shoulder and there is guy missing half of his body, crying softly, and using the last bit of energy he has to crawl toward you. He thinks you can still save him. The worst part is, he’s the enemy. I hate to say it, but I’ve cried more times than I can count. Some things just aren’t meant to be experienced, war is one of them.”

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Corporal Kalin Patterson: Seventh Squad- Sigma
Battlefield Designation: Engineer
AU Tag: KPC- 5673511904
First Active Engagement: Battle of Volgograd
Last Active Engagement: Classified
Testimony: Volgograd

“They told me in basic training that I’d be using my Sampson to tear up tanks. There were no tanks in Volgograd; they couldn’t fit in the streets, too much rubble. Instead, I used my HAVW to blow apart buildings. Whether it was to neutralize an enemy position or give us a nice new place to hide, I had to do it. They told me one thing when I came into the fight. ‘Don’t stick your head up when you don’t need too’. That was good advice. I saw the other four rooks they sent in with me get picked off by sniper fire in the first week. My rockets kept jamming in the chamber. The freezing cold weather always glued ‘em to the inside of the launcher. Worst case scenario: You stuck in a building filled with four other guys with a Rocket primed to explode in 30 seconds in a small metal tube sitting right next to you. That, my friends, is scary.”

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A crash rocked the building as the Captain moved through the HQ. Half of the side was blown out, a result of an artilery round placed in just the right spot.
"Where are they Sergeant!" he barked.
"I'm not sure Captain, they reported that they'd be back soon. I keep checking coordinates and sending audio frequencies, but I'm not getting any feedback."
"Well that means they're ignoring us. They better damn well have a good reason."
"They'll be back soon sir. I'm sure of it."
"Cut that sir crap and pull your head out of my ass. When they get back, tell them to haul their sorry behinds to my office or they'll be courtmarshalled...for something. I'll find something."
"Yes sir."

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Another flash, followed by a loud BANG rung out. As it echoed across the streets, a troop of Chinese soldiers came flying out of a destroyed deli. One of them dropped his rifle as he sprinted away from the structure, but it was too late. The explosion sent the facade of the structure flying outward from its foundation, and the loose brick and concrete swallowed the Chinese squad whole.
"Hot damn! The bomb worked! Boy's in Second Squad sure know what they're doing!" Stacker joked. He slapped his knee as he lowered his binoculars. Horowitz smiled as she surveyed the square for signs of enemy snipers. She had always appreciated Stackers southern humor, it really made fighting in Hell much easier.
"Conolly, give me an update on our objective? What our distance?" Stacker continued, turning around and ducking his head under the concrete and rebarb.
"We're about six hundred yards from the signal Sarge, not sure what durection though." Alex replied. He was lying prone on the floor with a RCS clentched in his hands. The Ready Combat Screen showed massive fluxuations in signal strenght coming from some six hundred yards in any given direction. Without a tirangulator, Alex could only send his squad wonadering about in a six hundred yard circle looking for something they could'nt see.
"Damn...are sure there is no way to pin-point the location?"
"Positive Sarge, I'd need a triangulator, and we don't have one."
"Can we get one?"
"Yes, but we'd have to send some men back to base..."

Sueng Choi enlisted straight out of high school.

He didn't ask for chinese hell.

The building was decimated. He watched the bomb explode, heard the joke, and the request for a triangulator.

"Sir, send me and a few others, sir!"

He was shouting over the din of battle. His gun was dry, he fired the last few rounds picking off any surviving infantry from the building.

He was a korean american, hoping to go out and see the world with the Marine Corps. He got to see the world alright. Got to shoot at the world, too. And it shot back. He picked up a few clips from fallen comrades, and looked at Sarge.

"Sir, a few infantrymen can do this job. Send one LT with us."

"Fine...Humphrey!"

Sergeant Humphrey rolled over.

"Yes sir?"

"You accompany the men who are gonna get that triangulator."

"Yes sir!"

"Any other volunteers!"

Pvt. Choi looked at his comrades. After loading a magazine, he looked at everyone. "Ready to move out, sir!"

Get moving Choi, you havn't got time to mess around, I want that Triangulator back here in thirty minutes! GO!"

The sergeant turned around and raised his M-4K3 to his cheek, letting out a five round burst that just missed a Chinese soldier ducking behind a ruined K-Rail.

"RPG! TAKE COVER!"

The screaming warhead of a grenade soared over the sergeants head, leaving a winding trail of puffy smoke behind it. It collided with the rear wall and crushed two men.