Thomas W. Hill - 09.10 AM - Manhattan / New York City
`Assholes`, Thomas thought and spit out. He was sitting at the western end of Watts Street on the Hudson River Greenway and cursed his fate. On their way to the Evac Point they got into another firefight and lost more men, among them Captain Howards. And then, all out of a sudden, TCOM fired its EDS. Two hours too late. If these morons would be here, he would shoot them right in the face. 80% of his squad was lost. They would surely not have to write the letters to the relatives.
Two hours earlier, and the Evacuation could have gained more time. The enemy would have suffered more casualties. But so everything was lost and one could only try to save as many people in as short a time possible.
`Morons.`
When they got to the Evac Point, communication was established again. But that only revealed the sheer scope of the disaster. All friendly units were severely beaten and scattered all across southern Manhattan. One tried hard to build new units out of the remaining forces and establish a new hierarchy. But everything took time.
He found himself as new commander of such a patchwork unit. His squad was reduced to himself and three of his soldiers, since Wayans died. Then there were the remnants of Captain Howards squad of 9th Battalion, 11 soldiers, five of them with light wounds. Then another 15 soldiers from 3rd Battalion. There was a SEAL Team of five people lurking around at the Evac Point. Originally they were intended to attack vital enemy targets, but since the situation went downhill too fast, they never received orders. Finally there were 30 armed civilians. It was not difficult to equip them, since too many servicemen had died, but everyone was a bit too low on ammo. He had requested supplies, but only God knew if they would get some. Hence he had send out a few people to gather ammo from the dead. Horrid, but necessary.
So, all in all he had 35 soldiers and 30 civilians and he was supposed to hold the block from the Greenway to the corner Watts and Washington street. The SEALS were on the roofs to keep an eye on the situation. He had decided to split his group in two 25 men squads, each half soldiers and half civilians. The civilians had no clue, but were good enough to provide suppression fire, so the soldiers could move and target enemies properly. Finally ten men served as reserve and could fill gaps in the other two groups.
He stood up and took a look southward. It was suspiciously calm right now. The Aliens had realized, that they suffered casualties after the activation of the EDS. Probably they did the same as the Earthlings. Reorganize and prepare for the next assault. Thomas saw, how cars were pushed across the street to serve as roadblock and cover.
Private Gallagher approached him.
"Sir, we have instructed the civilians as good as we can in the short period of time."
"Don`t worry, nobody is expecting a miracle."
"When do we get evacuated?"
"I have no idea."
Thomas activated the headset.
"Alright, men. The improvised HQ told me, that our callsign is Tango Force. I am Tango One. The squad at the West Street is Tango Alpha and the squad at Watts and Washington is Tango Bravo. The reserve squad is Tango Charlie and the SEALS Tango Delta. Stay calm, take cover, monitor the situation. If you see anything suspicious, report it immediately. In case the Evacuation Order is given, we will fall back to the designated position. Wounded are evacuated first, then civilians, then servicemen. Good luck to you."
`Assholes`, Thomas thought and spit out. He was sitting at the western end of Watts Street on the Hudson River Greenway and cursed his fate. On their way to the Evac Point they got into another firefight and lost more men, among them Captain Howards. And then, all out of a sudden, TCOM fired its EDS. Two hours too late. If these morons would be here, he would shoot them right in the face. 80% of his squad was lost. They would surely not have to write the letters to the relatives.
Two hours earlier, and the Evacuation could have gained more time. The enemy would have suffered more casualties. But so everything was lost and one could only try to save as many people in as short a time possible.
`Morons.`
When they got to the Evac Point, communication was established again. But that only revealed the sheer scope of the disaster. All friendly units were severely beaten and scattered all across southern Manhattan. One tried hard to build new units out of the remaining forces and establish a new hierarchy. But everything took time.
He found himself as new commander of such a patchwork unit. His squad was reduced to himself and three of his soldiers, since Wayans died. Then there were the remnants of Captain Howards squad of 9th Battalion, 11 soldiers, five of them with light wounds. Then another 15 soldiers from 3rd Battalion. There was a SEAL Team of five people lurking around at the Evac Point. Originally they were intended to attack vital enemy targets, but since the situation went downhill too fast, they never received orders. Finally there were 30 armed civilians. It was not difficult to equip them, since too many servicemen had died, but everyone was a bit too low on ammo. He had requested supplies, but only God knew if they would get some. Hence he had send out a few people to gather ammo from the dead. Horrid, but necessary.
So, all in all he had 35 soldiers and 30 civilians and he was supposed to hold the block from the Greenway to the corner Watts and Washington street. The SEALS were on the roofs to keep an eye on the situation. He had decided to split his group in two 25 men squads, each half soldiers and half civilians. The civilians had no clue, but were good enough to provide suppression fire, so the soldiers could move and target enemies properly. Finally ten men served as reserve and could fill gaps in the other two groups.
He stood up and took a look southward. It was suspiciously calm right now. The Aliens had realized, that they suffered casualties after the activation of the EDS. Probably they did the same as the Earthlings. Reorganize and prepare for the next assault. Thomas saw, how cars were pushed across the street to serve as roadblock and cover.
Private Gallagher approached him.
"Sir, we have instructed the civilians as good as we can in the short period of time."
"Don`t worry, nobody is expecting a miracle."
"When do we get evacuated?"
"I have no idea."
Thomas activated the headset.
"Alright, men. The improvised HQ told me, that our callsign is Tango Force. I am Tango One. The squad at the West Street is Tango Alpha and the squad at Watts and Washington is Tango Bravo. The reserve squad is Tango Charlie and the SEALS Tango Delta. Stay calm, take cover, monitor the situation. If you see anything suspicious, report it immediately. In case the Evacuation Order is given, we will fall back to the designated position. Wounded are evacuated first, then civilians, then servicemen. Good luck to you."
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