Chapter 1...A day in the Life of a Navy SEAL

We are the Navy SEALs. A proud force of commandos that are used to handle almost any mission during the second war against the Soviets. My name is Jack Crandall and I'm in the SEALs. I survived the first war, and because of my heroic bravery (not to sound conceited) I was chosen to go back in time with some others to stop that Psychic freak Yuri.

I had been back in time for a week, now, and was wondering if I was ever going to get a chance to fight. Oh god what a mistake it was to hope for that. I wasn't the only one SEAL sent back. My best friend, Frank Stills was also chosen. Nice to see a familiar face around the barracks. Most others were part of other battalions and I didn't know them. Then, we got the order. Some Initiates were spotted in the outskirts of Sacramento, and a few SEALs, GIs, Stills and myself were sent to go hunt them down. We boarded the Nighthawk, and all were quiet throughout the ride. We got off and met a couple tanks hanging around. A few of us got into tanks; Stills, a few others and myself did not. Stills was looking a little nervous.

"Don't worry, man! Let's have some fun with these people! Nothing to be worried about some psychic nerds and their brains" I reassured. Moments later, the Nighthawk took off, and I never thought irony such as this could exist: The Nighthawk was shot down seconds later. I swallowed deeply. "Yeah, thanks for the reassurance, buddy" Stills muttered. We stood on guard. We knew the enemy was close, then, it happened. A GI suddenly groaned in pain, then collapsed dead. We looked at him, not a bullet wound or anything. Then it hit me.

"Yuri!" I shouted. And wouldn't you know it, just then, some Gattling Tanks rolled in, followed by Initiates. We all immediately scattered, I ran and hid behind a dumpster to gather my head. When I was ready, I rolled out and grabbed my machine gun and returned fire. After shooting a couple Initiates dead, I saw the Gattling Tanks come into range and sprayed bullets everywhere. I rolled back behind my dumpster and reloaded. I looked back in time to see the Gattling Tanks be smashed by a couple Grizzly Tanks we had found earlier. I smiled, and walked into the smoldering, war torn street, strewn with dead Initiates. All the other men came out of their hiding spots, and we regrouped and continued our patrol.

We patrolled deeper into the town, now looking normal rather than filled with bullet holes. Thank god the town was evacuated. Just then, all hell broke loose...again.

Continue to Chapter 2 here...

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