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Link to last entry: http://pumpkinpickle.deviantart.com/journal/On-the-Front-Lines-286236531 Chapter 2 "HOWITZER!" screamed Johnson. I though it was going to be the last thing I ever heard. The Howitzer shot, whit had been right on target, struck our Boxer and flipped it on it's side, heavily damaging it. Without thinking, we instantly scattered as numerous Russian artillery exploded around us. Like one machine, we all simultaneously ran out of the Boxer and took defensive positions. Bradley fired a flare, which blinded the Russians long enough for us to make out escape. Regrouping inside a parking garage, we decided it would be best for

-Edited version- Chapter 1    The air was cold and bleak, and on the horizon you could just barely make out half of what was left of New York's skyline, WWIII had come. It all started on that fateful Tuesday, the Russian special forces broke through American defenses, and planted a bomb at the stock exchange. United States marines were slow to respond, and by the time they arrived, several "presents" from a distant Russian nuclear submarine were making their final approach on Manhattan. This is our story, this is where it all ends... at the beginning. Willhem Muller 10th Armored Division En-route from Hoboken, New York    My name is W