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The Missing Piece.
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Eurasian Alliance: EA
Countrys: Europe, Israel, Egypt, Russia, Parts of Asia and the United Kingdom
North American Federation: NAF
Countrys: Egypt, Iraq, United States, America, Brazil, China and Canada.
Here is the beginning Chapter.
World War III Day 1.
It started today, sides have been choosing and politics have been thrust aside as a afterthought, a leaf in a wind that was never meant to be. World War III has started and nothing can stop it, not the UN not a little girl crying in a bombed home, not a single voice can stop the hatred throbbing between the two sides. Egypt , Iraq, United States, Brazil, China and Canada the powers of the NAF or the North American Federation. Europe, Israel, Egypt, Russia, Asia, and the United Kingdom are the powers of the Eurasian Alliance or the EA. I’m a mere solider of the NAF, from the United States but nationalities are thrust aside on this day all that matters is who comes on top who is the victor, because as you know it is the Victor that writes History.
- Darman Journal Entry 1
World War III Day 10. We landed on the beaches of the United Kingdom. There ships were no match for the combined air force of Canada and America. The West Coast of the United Kingdom now stands in ruins decimating but the advance of NAF Troops. I can only hope that we can capture London before other EA forces arrive.
- Darman Journal Entry 2
“ FOR FUCKS SAKE SOLIDERS MOVE YOUR ASSES AND ADVANCE ON THE EAST LINE!”
God Damn It! we can’t keep going on like this, were bound to slip up some time. “Yes Sir!” I shouted in my scratchy almost unrecognizable voice, how much longer can I go without water. Shouts rang out in the distance and suddenly bullets erupted out of the EA line, diving for cover I felt a bullet wiz pass my leg. To fucking close, I brought up my SCAR and fired off a few shots before ducking my head back down. “Sir with all due respect we don’t have the fire power nor the ammo to advance any farther!” My voice rang out. Then came the angered reply of the sergeant“ I don’t give a flying fuck what you think solider! Keep fucking moving!” There running us to the fucking ground. Suddenly I erupted out of cover diving for the destroyed tank 10 meters in front of me. Dust was kicked up around me as bullets narrowly missed my legs, fuck fuck fuck fuck. I dived for the Tank smashing into the ground as bullets whizzed over my head. I brought out my Scar once again and fired off more shots and a scream was heard,I got the Gatling gunner. With my new found confidence I jumped out of cover stupidly charging the EA lines.Throwing my SCAR on my back I tossed out my Spas Shot Gun firing off shells on the EA Trenches. Screams rang out and blood splashed on my face, the trenches were clear. We were on our way to capturing London.
World War III Day 11. With London captured we managed to drive away additional EA troops, I can only hope that Hazard Is doing better on the Russian Front.
- Darman Journal Entry 3.
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