Chapter 1

My name is Sergei Arbanov, and I am 20, and a soldier of the Red Army. Our advance through the American heartland has been brought to a halt by American partisans, we have been sitting in this damned heat for days. The Airborne unit I was assigned to is strewn across the border of Tennessee and Missouri. The humidity rises out of the Mississippi, and I am stuck by it in a town barely held by our forces laced with filthy partisans and peasants. They fight with an unguided hatred inspired by their bourgeois masters. 

Caruthersville... what a hell hole. My Czech machine pistol is completely ruined so I must use this piece of American trash called a 30-06. I have reassigned myself to a huge bridge as a sniper. A partisan group known as "The Nation", which I think is a stupid name only Americans would think of, sneaks across at night. Most of my unit is in Diersburg Tennessee, across the river. But, my comrades Vlad and Boris have also been working with me. I now have 40 kills with my rifle. They usually drop like bags of flower but, sometimes they flop around like fish or their heads break like eggs. They tried rushing us with a school bus... which we hastily blew away with 2 RPG's. I saw some dead soviet soldiers on the other bank, perhaps when we wear down the peasants some more I will go grab some of their ammo and an AK-47. Some of the more cowardly locals surrendered last night and told us all about the partisan strong hold in Diersburg in exchange for their lives... we killed them. They had better boots than we did! So now I'm kind of out of uniform. Anyway it smells so bad on the bridge from the bodies that we wear our gas mask's, but I'm not sure if that helps. 

The east bank is always light up at night... soviet napalm. I think we have shown the capitalist pigs our superior Soviet initiative, strength, and ingenuity. But, I shouldn't be so bold as I have a wife and 2 daughters and soon I go to the eastern front. Soon, however, we will be joined by troops who are advancing from Louisiana and march on to Fort Bragg, North Carolina, the largest American post. The siege there is so weak, our hold on them could crumble at any hour if it hasn't already. The entire American 18th Airborne Corps is there, along with Delta force, Special forces and Cavalry and Artillery brigades. On top of that there are 2 Air force base near. Airborne units can mobilize and deploy while our soldiers are cooked by napalm. All that against our 2 infantry divisions. O Mother Russia! I must go for now, the partisans have just taken over the commerce district! Fight on Comrades...For the Union!

to be continued...

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