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DIARY VAULT: Operation Surgical Extraction

Dawn is upon us, the shadows are receding fast. My only recollection of the events preceding this hour are lost in the bright glare of the machine gun fire as our infantry units dove under the sheet of steel screaming past their heads. I cannot stress this anymore without breaking into a sweat; we need air support real quick. The terrorists have taken out the only access to the sea port. Our supply helicopters are stranded and we need to get to that beach fast!!

Where are those Rangers when you need them? We have a few M1 tanks left at our disposal, but even those are stuck on the other side of the river, a bunch of land mine fields stretch in front of us ... a sea of death waiting to come alive ... the ground is vibrating beneath our feet - oh no!! not the scuds!!

...to be continued. ..

goodness, .. whew, just a few minutes of rest. I can feel my heart thumping away as if wanting to free itself from my rib cage. We have just received a new report of a raid on the airport. Not a single plane is left. The runway is in ruins. Our tanks tried to ward off a rush by a wave of rugged T-72.... all was in vain. If we don't get those supplies, there is no way we are going to come out of this alive.

My mind goes back to a jungle mission one of my seal teams undertook a few weeks ago... what a loss that was - I still remember the shrieks of anguish and terror ... when ...

oh no, another wave of tanks .... to be continued ..

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