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Mission " No More"
The coldness of the Russian born snow fell upon every
conscript's helmet that stood in the Seventh Soviet
Division. Our duty was to protect our beloved Saint Basil's
Cathedral. Yet worshipping God wasn't the only thing that
was going on inside this holy place, but inside was the
largest Soviet battle lab. Here, engineers and technicians
were drawing out plans to make the tank that Americans have
feared, the Apocalypse. Premier Romanov all personally
debriefed us urged that we must guard the Cathedral with all
of our strength. He guaranteed that we would be attacked,
and would most likely die on our own lands, but he told us
we died to defend our families, and our country, Mother
Russia. I am a huge supported of world domination, and I
especially want revenge on the Allies, who took my father to
America, and jailed him for his support and causes during
the Cuban Missile Crisis of America. Every conscript stood
in silence, waiting for the American paratroopers to invade.
Our breath rose in clouds onwards to the midnight sky.
Tension sprang through each of the soldiers as we heard the
faint hum of an America cargo plane. Several flak troopers
then rose up to the front of the line, and readied their
guns. We all waited in dead silence to see nothing fly
across the skies above us. Many gazed up in the dark night
sky, and many looked down and prayed to God. The flak
troopers were still waiting to blow up American panes, but
no one came. I stood at the front line praying to God that I
would live through the night. My prayer was broke when I
heard a single shot. The flak trooper in front of me fell
over with a bullet hole in his chest. I fell to the ground
underneath the fallen trooper as protection. I watched each
flak trooper get picked off one by one. I yelled out,"
Snipers! Take cover!" Soon we heard the cargo planes fly
over the cathedral. The Americans and British sent an allied
invasion on us! They took out the flak troopers so they
could send paratroopers in! Soon infantryman rushed in
towards us. I took a flak gun, and started shooting down
American planes. Many caught on, and took the flak guns and
shot down the paratroopers, and their planes. Yet the Allied
GI's still advanced towards the Cathedral. I opened a heavy
fire, and I watched the allied soldiers drop like flies. But
we were still out numbered, and many conscripts have died.
Soon I heard a tank rumble behind me. I looked around and
saw a whole line of Apocalypse tanks. They launched an
attack, and took out the whole infantry, and with their air
defense, they took down cargo planes. We all rejoiced and
all cheered, " Hail Mother Russia! Death to America!" We
were lucky that the Apocalypse tanks came in time. When dawn
light cracked through the clouds, the snow covered ground
was stained red from the lost soldiers form the skirmish
from the night before. I was consulted by a lieutenant to go
meet with Romanov again at the Kremlin.
There, Romanov told me that I served well for the Russian
cause, and that he wanted to promote me to a three star
Captain. My first order was to go to New York with our new
Apocalypse tanks, and give American soil a taste of what
Russian engineers and technicians brewed up for their
surprise. I was sent with 100 conscripts, 50 Rhino Tanks, 30
Flak Tracks, and 50 Apocalypse Tanks. My mission: To destroy
New York, and take over an allied battle lab located in
Yankee Stadium. The allied forces have came up with plans
for a weather controller, which can make a catastrophic
lightning storm. My army division was flown to Libya , where
we set off over the Atlantic Ocean to attack America.
America's "Amber Waves" will now be blood red from the 250
transports that are approaching America. I had complete
control over so many people and machines that a satellite
picture showed a portion of red dots moving slowly across
the Atlantic Ocean. Those red dots, were us, a disease that
was spreading to America, to drop the American population to
zero. We neared the Statue of Liberty. Everyone rushed to
the windows look at the monument. I saw the statue's head
get knocked off by a V3 rocket, and I watched the head
tumble down. Her eyes looked out at the ocean, turning away
from her country that lye in rubble, and burn in flames. A
sudden crash made me come back to reality, we landed. The
transport door opened, tanks, and infantry spread out onto
the beach.
Allied armies were ready for us, and they began to fire
upon us. Conscripts quickly scurried away to garrison nearby
hotels, businesses, and other buildings. This was an all out
battle for New York. A propaganda truck pulled up in a
parking lot and a man's voice said," We want peace, go back
to Russia, and your men shall live, stay, and your men will
be slaughtered like the animals that they are." While this
American fool was saying this to us, I ordered that all
Apocalypse tanks to form a line on the beach. The propaganda
truck still ran its mouth, so I ordered that we fire upon it
first. It blew up in flames, and the Rhino Tanks moved
forward, clearing the Grizzly Tanks out of the way. The
Apocalypse line moved slowly forward, taking out anything in
its path. The group of Rhino Tanks were completely wiped out
by a group of Prism Tanks. Yet the Apocalypses took them out
with a breeze. Yet the march onto Yankee Stadium was
interrupted by an attack of Navy Seals. Yet the Flak Tracks
cleaned the Seals up. We could see the stadium in our reach.
There was going to be fireworks here, but not to mark the
World Series, but to mark the end of freedom in the United
States. I ordered that a group of conscripts go and search
for possible snipers, and other hidden allies. There was a
huge amount of trees in the middle of the parking lot, which
was really unusual. I had the engineers remain ready to take
over the battle lab. The Apocalypse tanks moved slowly
towards the stadium, but suddenly, the trees ambushed us. It
was those new allied mirage tanks! More, and more tanks came
to defend the battle lab. We were greatly out numbered,
especially when the German Tank Destroyers came. I lost all
of the Rhino Tanks, but I managed to save the Apocalypse
Tanks. I ordered all out war, and the Apocalypses took out
all of the Tank Destroyers, and all of the Mirage Tanks.
Victory to Mother Russia! We successfully took over Yankee
Stadium, and all of the tanks were lined up, while one
engineer marched toward the battle lab, and took it over. We
stole the plans for the Weather Storm, and we destroyed
them. We went on to burn down the city of New York, New
York. My division went on to conquer the states of New York,
Indiana, Michigan, and Pennsylvania. At the skirmish at Ft.
Wayne, Indiana, I was shot in the back, and at the campaign
at Detroit, Michigan, I was shot in the leg by a sniper.
Since I served my country as a captain, I was granted a nine
month stay with my family back in Moscow. I heard news of an
attempted allied invasion on Moscow, to capture again, the
St. Basil's Cathedral. I heard they called this attempt
'D-Day 2' except they didn't have the Russians to help them.
I arrived at the tech airport in Moscow, and I walked to my
house, which was extremely close to the airport, and the
Cathedral. I could hear the clang of my son's truck, and I
could hear the voice of my wife, with whom I cherished and
missed with all my heart. I looked at the door, then at my
uniform, which on my badge, my name was covered in blood. I
looked back into the past, and I could perfectly see the
cities in which I have fought at. I could see the ground
covered in scarlet blood. I could see the burning cities, I
could see again the eyes of the Statue of Liberty. I knew, I
had fought for my country, and for my family. I wiped off
the blood on my badge, and uncovered, 'Capt. Boris C.
Iskarii'. I took a breath, and turned the handle. I lowered
my head to the floor, and looked up. I looked down a black
barrel of an allied GI. I was allowed no time to move. I
could hear the click of the trigger, and I could hear the
chamber revolve. I looked over at my son who was sitting by
the fireplace playing with a red truck, and I peered over at
my wife, who was tied up to a chair. I looked back into the
barrel, and saw a splash of red, and then nothing
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