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Okay, I started writing this story three months ago, then I stopped because I got a new game. This is the first time in a long time I've been to the stories forum. It has grown very much. Anyway, when I wrote this story, there wasn't another one anything like it. Now, there are zillions of stories out there and I don't know if mine is a lot like another one, so to me this story is very unique and creative but to you guys it might seem like I'm copying someone else. So here goes.
A Grand Day
by John McLeod
Note: On my computer I changed the helicopter to a transport plane that can hold several units Also, each unit is one battalion. And, I would like to say one turn equals 24 hours but it doesn't; I made night and day to add to the effect. A turn is usually 12 hours but it varies. You can guess, though.
WASHINGTON, D.C.
1900 HOURS
MAY 26, 1914 A.D.
Prime Minister Lincoln was the first to speak at the conference, one he had quickly organized consisting of his cabinet. “I have called you all to this meeting to discuss an idea I have just thought of in this new war against the Russians.
“Our culture is more impressive than the Russian culture,” Kundai, the cultural advisor chimed in.
“Um, right. Anyway, back to my idea. Whether we like it or not, this war may escalate into a nuclear war. According to intelligence reports we have about the same nuclear strength as the Russians do. But that wouldn’t matter, for the city of Moscow has built a great wonder of the world, a nuclear defense system that shelters 75% of the missiles that aim towards Russia. Because of this, Catherine may fire nukes at us. If this happens, we’ll lose the war. I think I have a way to prevent this from happening. We launch an airborne attack on Moscow, capture it, and fly tons of our soldiers there to defend it, for we would have the nuclear defense system. If worse came to worse and they were going to take the city, we could destroy it. Other reasons for this airborne attack are we could capture Catherine and capturing the Russian capitol would be demoralizing to Russia. So how does the idea sound?”
“Brilliant!” Shouted Nukondah, the military advisor. “I know just the man to lead it. And, according to our spies, most of Moscow’s garrison has gone to our or the Zulu front. The attack could be perfectly executed!”
“But if we did that, we wouldn’t be able to gain valuable luxuries from Russia,” Sandin, the trade advisor said thoughtfully.
“Shut up about the @&%$ trading stuff! And anyway, we’re at war with Russia and we can’t trade with them you idiot!” Shouted Collins, the science advisor. Sandin has been known as the dumbest cabinet member.
“Let’s settle down, now. Are there any other objections?” Lincoln asked, seeming impatient No one answered. “Good. That settles it. Now, Nukondah, tell me of your ideas, and whatever they are, remember this operation needs to be executed in the next couple of days.”
“Well, this won’t be the largest airborne invasion ever. We only have 6 ready airborne battalions, the 19th, the 36th, the 51st, the 80th, the 87th, and the 103rd battalions. And if the small garrison of outdated Cossacks defending Moscow perform amazingly and hold out until reinforcements come, the paratroopers will be in trouble. Moscow is very far back from our lines. They’d have problems. But we can smash through the Cossacks and take the city easily. Then we’ll send more men to the city via plane. And the great airborne officer, Colonel William J. Scott, would lead this. I suggest we start this operation immediately. Does anyone disagree?” No one answered.
“Wow. That was a quick meeting. Nukondah, begin organizing the operation. I want it to begin in three days,” Lincoln ordered.
OPERATION SWIFT PANDA
THE SKIES NEAR THE OUTSKIRTS OF MOSCOW
0545 HOURS
MAY 29, 1914 A.D.
Colonel Scott gulped as jump time approached. He had a bad feeling in his gut. The doors of the CT-19 transport plane began to open he watched as members of the six battalions he was commanding jumped out of other planes. Then it was his turn. He began the HALO jump. He fell for a long time until finally he pulled the cord of his parachute. He then slowly sank down to the ground. More men began to land.
An hour later, the battalions had all landed and organized themselves. The assault on Moscow began. The garrison was a battalion of regular outdated Cossacks. The assault was too easy. The paratroopers went through the city en masse until they got to the Cossacks. They picked off the Russians one by one, almost laughingly. The citizens of Moscow were too cowardly to resist. Colonel Scott grinned as the paratroopers walked leisurely through town square and took over the airport. “The Russian capital taken in less than one hour. This is amazing. And the airport is intact,” he mused to himself. “Watson, go get that radio and send a status report to Washington.”
MOSCOW, RUSSIA
0936 HOURS
MAY 29, 1914 A.D.
Desmond Watson of the 19th battalion couldn’t believe what had just happened. Right after they completely took the city, the paratroopers learned that American agents hadn’t discovered what was lying in the surrounding country side. Only 5 Russian artillery battalions. He ducked as fragments of an artillery shell impact flew over his head. He then watched in horror as he saw explosions at the airport. “Good god!” he yelled to the other soldier in his foxhole. “We got to get over there!” “One… two… three!” He barked and the two ran through the streets filled with rubble, shells landing right and left. They finally came to the airport. What they saw almost killed them. Watson moaned. The airport was no more. The hangar had collapsed and mangled wires, steel and planes were everywhere along with the smell of gasoline. The tower had toppled over. But what had really mattered was the once smooth runway. It was now filled with craters, parts, oil, fires, and rubble. The transport planes coming to reinforce them couldn’t land in that. They need a very long and paved runway to land. They couldn’t even land in grass without crashing. Watson knew how far the battalions were from friendly lines. He knew about the several million Russian soldiers in between them. He knew six battalions aren’t something you can hide. He knew the Russians knew of what was happening. And he knew they were trapped.
WASHINGTON D.C.
1019 HOURS
MAY 29, 1914 A.D.
“Okay people, we need suggestions.” Lincoln announced at the beginning of his emergency meeting. His whole cabinet was there along with top military officers. “We have six airborne battalions trapped behind enemy lines on the near what was formerly Moscow, yes formerly. I just ordered them to destroy Moscow and the missile defense system with it, including the plans and the few scientists that know how to make it. The Russians were so careful of making it so there was hardly any information or people on it for security reasons, and now they have to start over again. Anyway, the Russians are now well aware of the paratroopers. Rescuing them seems almost impossible. We have no way to get to them. We’d have to go through millions of Russian soldiers. Yet, we still have to rescue them. The media promoted Sherman’s [leader] heroism very well. 15 soldiers including him were stuck in a building, isolated from the rest of the group and were surrounded by 140 Cossacks. You heard the story on the news. The soldiers were going to surrender, but he convinced them not to and led an attack that killed all the Cossacks. He’s already become a national hero. The public is weary of this war, and if we can’t rescue these men, it will anger them even more. If we win, and get Sherman [leader] back to the states, I think it will boost morale a great deal and we will be able to rush the Apollo Program. We do that, and we’ll win the space race against the Russians. But how can we get them?”
“Well, if they do get rescued, it will be probably by the Zulu. They’re a lot closer to them than we are.” An officer replied.
“Well, I think what we need to do is very clear. First, we need to gain control of the skies and bomb any tanks in their area. If the tanks get to them, they’ll be crushed. Then, we must make an amphibious invasion at the coast of Uralsk, and push our way towards their position. We’ll have to hook up with them somewhere along the way. I don’t think the Russians will expect it.” Nukondah reasoned. Right at that moment the red phone in the conference room rang. Lincoln set the phone on intercom.
“CHARLIE Control, this is TITAN. Code Green!” A weary voice yelped over the static and explosions in the background. “We’re getting nailed by artillery and Russian infantry! They’re starting to surround us! Requesting air support. Coordinates 0-0-7-Foxtrot-1-9-5-1-Green-8-0-4-9er. Over.” Lincoln picked up another phone and called the front desk.
“Have Cleveland AFB send in the bombers.”
NEAR FORMERLY MOSCOW, RUSSIA
1020 HOURS
MAY 29, 1914 A.D.
Desmond Watson looked up at the large, grassy hill in front of him. Right at the top of the hill was the beginning of a thickly wooded forest. The plan was for everyone to scatter and run through parts of the forest and meet up at the waterfalls at the Moscow River the next morning. Soldiers were scurrying up the hill. Some didn’t make it to the trees because of the artillery. And the Russian soldiers were getting nearer. They needed to get everyone to the forest immediately. He counted slowly to three. Then he hollered madly and sprinted up the hill. An explosion landed right in front of him and sent fragments everywhere. He ducked and they went over his head. “Almost to the forest!” He told himself. He then continued his mad dash, running to the forest. He was gasping for breath. He was safe for the moment; the Russians wouldn’t bombard soldiers in a forest, they wouldn’t have good chances of hitting much. He pulled out his map and went towards the falls of the Moscow.
A Grand Day
by John McLeod
Note: On my computer I changed the helicopter to a transport plane that can hold several units Also, each unit is one battalion. And, I would like to say one turn equals 24 hours but it doesn't; I made night and day to add to the effect. A turn is usually 12 hours but it varies. You can guess, though.
WASHINGTON, D.C.
1900 HOURS
MAY 26, 1914 A.D.
Prime Minister Lincoln was the first to speak at the conference, one he had quickly organized consisting of his cabinet. “I have called you all to this meeting to discuss an idea I have just thought of in this new war against the Russians.
“Our culture is more impressive than the Russian culture,” Kundai, the cultural advisor chimed in.
“Um, right. Anyway, back to my idea. Whether we like it or not, this war may escalate into a nuclear war. According to intelligence reports we have about the same nuclear strength as the Russians do. But that wouldn’t matter, for the city of Moscow has built a great wonder of the world, a nuclear defense system that shelters 75% of the missiles that aim towards Russia. Because of this, Catherine may fire nukes at us. If this happens, we’ll lose the war. I think I have a way to prevent this from happening. We launch an airborne attack on Moscow, capture it, and fly tons of our soldiers there to defend it, for we would have the nuclear defense system. If worse came to worse and they were going to take the city, we could destroy it. Other reasons for this airborne attack are we could capture Catherine and capturing the Russian capitol would be demoralizing to Russia. So how does the idea sound?”
“Brilliant!” Shouted Nukondah, the military advisor. “I know just the man to lead it. And, according to our spies, most of Moscow’s garrison has gone to our or the Zulu front. The attack could be perfectly executed!”
“But if we did that, we wouldn’t be able to gain valuable luxuries from Russia,” Sandin, the trade advisor said thoughtfully.
“Shut up about the @&%$ trading stuff! And anyway, we’re at war with Russia and we can’t trade with them you idiot!” Shouted Collins, the science advisor. Sandin has been known as the dumbest cabinet member.
“Let’s settle down, now. Are there any other objections?” Lincoln asked, seeming impatient No one answered. “Good. That settles it. Now, Nukondah, tell me of your ideas, and whatever they are, remember this operation needs to be executed in the next couple of days.”
“Well, this won’t be the largest airborne invasion ever. We only have 6 ready airborne battalions, the 19th, the 36th, the 51st, the 80th, the 87th, and the 103rd battalions. And if the small garrison of outdated Cossacks defending Moscow perform amazingly and hold out until reinforcements come, the paratroopers will be in trouble. Moscow is very far back from our lines. They’d have problems. But we can smash through the Cossacks and take the city easily. Then we’ll send more men to the city via plane. And the great airborne officer, Colonel William J. Scott, would lead this. I suggest we start this operation immediately. Does anyone disagree?” No one answered.
“Wow. That was a quick meeting. Nukondah, begin organizing the operation. I want it to begin in three days,” Lincoln ordered.
OPERATION SWIFT PANDA
THE SKIES NEAR THE OUTSKIRTS OF MOSCOW
0545 HOURS
MAY 29, 1914 A.D.
Colonel Scott gulped as jump time approached. He had a bad feeling in his gut. The doors of the CT-19 transport plane began to open he watched as members of the six battalions he was commanding jumped out of other planes. Then it was his turn. He began the HALO jump. He fell for a long time until finally he pulled the cord of his parachute. He then slowly sank down to the ground. More men began to land.
An hour later, the battalions had all landed and organized themselves. The assault on Moscow began. The garrison was a battalion of regular outdated Cossacks. The assault was too easy. The paratroopers went through the city en masse until they got to the Cossacks. They picked off the Russians one by one, almost laughingly. The citizens of Moscow were too cowardly to resist. Colonel Scott grinned as the paratroopers walked leisurely through town square and took over the airport. “The Russian capital taken in less than one hour. This is amazing. And the airport is intact,” he mused to himself. “Watson, go get that radio and send a status report to Washington.”
MOSCOW, RUSSIA
0936 HOURS
MAY 29, 1914 A.D.
Desmond Watson of the 19th battalion couldn’t believe what had just happened. Right after they completely took the city, the paratroopers learned that American agents hadn’t discovered what was lying in the surrounding country side. Only 5 Russian artillery battalions. He ducked as fragments of an artillery shell impact flew over his head. He then watched in horror as he saw explosions at the airport. “Good god!” he yelled to the other soldier in his foxhole. “We got to get over there!” “One… two… three!” He barked and the two ran through the streets filled with rubble, shells landing right and left. They finally came to the airport. What they saw almost killed them. Watson moaned. The airport was no more. The hangar had collapsed and mangled wires, steel and planes were everywhere along with the smell of gasoline. The tower had toppled over. But what had really mattered was the once smooth runway. It was now filled with craters, parts, oil, fires, and rubble. The transport planes coming to reinforce them couldn’t land in that. They need a very long and paved runway to land. They couldn’t even land in grass without crashing. Watson knew how far the battalions were from friendly lines. He knew about the several million Russian soldiers in between them. He knew six battalions aren’t something you can hide. He knew the Russians knew of what was happening. And he knew they were trapped.
WASHINGTON D.C.
1019 HOURS
MAY 29, 1914 A.D.
“Okay people, we need suggestions.” Lincoln announced at the beginning of his emergency meeting. His whole cabinet was there along with top military officers. “We have six airborne battalions trapped behind enemy lines on the near what was formerly Moscow, yes formerly. I just ordered them to destroy Moscow and the missile defense system with it, including the plans and the few scientists that know how to make it. The Russians were so careful of making it so there was hardly any information or people on it for security reasons, and now they have to start over again. Anyway, the Russians are now well aware of the paratroopers. Rescuing them seems almost impossible. We have no way to get to them. We’d have to go through millions of Russian soldiers. Yet, we still have to rescue them. The media promoted Sherman’s [leader] heroism very well. 15 soldiers including him were stuck in a building, isolated from the rest of the group and were surrounded by 140 Cossacks. You heard the story on the news. The soldiers were going to surrender, but he convinced them not to and led an attack that killed all the Cossacks. He’s already become a national hero. The public is weary of this war, and if we can’t rescue these men, it will anger them even more. If we win, and get Sherman [leader] back to the states, I think it will boost morale a great deal and we will be able to rush the Apollo Program. We do that, and we’ll win the space race against the Russians. But how can we get them?”
“Well, if they do get rescued, it will be probably by the Zulu. They’re a lot closer to them than we are.” An officer replied.
“Well, I think what we need to do is very clear. First, we need to gain control of the skies and bomb any tanks in their area. If the tanks get to them, they’ll be crushed. Then, we must make an amphibious invasion at the coast of Uralsk, and push our way towards their position. We’ll have to hook up with them somewhere along the way. I don’t think the Russians will expect it.” Nukondah reasoned. Right at that moment the red phone in the conference room rang. Lincoln set the phone on intercom.
“CHARLIE Control, this is TITAN. Code Green!” A weary voice yelped over the static and explosions in the background. “We’re getting nailed by artillery and Russian infantry! They’re starting to surround us! Requesting air support. Coordinates 0-0-7-Foxtrot-1-9-5-1-Green-8-0-4-9er. Over.” Lincoln picked up another phone and called the front desk.
“Have Cleveland AFB send in the bombers.”
NEAR FORMERLY MOSCOW, RUSSIA
1020 HOURS
MAY 29, 1914 A.D.
Desmond Watson looked up at the large, grassy hill in front of him. Right at the top of the hill was the beginning of a thickly wooded forest. The plan was for everyone to scatter and run through parts of the forest and meet up at the waterfalls at the Moscow River the next morning. Soldiers were scurrying up the hill. Some didn’t make it to the trees because of the artillery. And the Russian soldiers were getting nearer. They needed to get everyone to the forest immediately. He counted slowly to three. Then he hollered madly and sprinted up the hill. An explosion landed right in front of him and sent fragments everywhere. He ducked and they went over his head. “Almost to the forest!” He told himself. He then continued his mad dash, running to the forest. He was gasping for breath. He was safe for the moment; the Russians wouldn’t bombard soldiers in a forest, they wouldn’t have good chances of hitting much. He pulled out his map and went towards the falls of the Moscow.
I'm trying to think of a story with comparable battle scenes and failing!
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