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The sun had just set; my men and I were getting ready for what would seem like the longest battle ever. We knew that there was a great chance that either the person sitting next to us or ourselves would not be there the next morning. But we went onwards toward the enemy. We were there representing our country, proudly wearing the colors in our uniform and name tags. The mission was essentially simple, to go into the enemy base, destroy anything on sight, and get the heck out of there. Nothing too complex, or so we though.
It wasn’t until we arrived at the doors of the enemy that we realized why it was our squad was called into action We were known to be the one to take on the most impossible missions, we though against all odds, we were always outnumbered; but this time, it was just ridiculous. Who can be expected to fight properly when you are attacking an entrenched enemy while being outnumbered ten to one?
It would seem like suicide, but we were much smarter than our enemy, we waited. We wait for them to come out, and check on us; that always spelled their death. After several hours of that tedious wait, we decided to begin our strike. The fools that we were facing had conveniently concentrated all of their defenses into a single point; all we had to do is walk around through the mountains surrounding their base, and start building our tunnel.
It didn’t take long, and they never noticed what was going until all of the glorious army had popped out of that tunnel. The massive tunnels were able to instantly transport some of the world best tanks, they had no mercy to our enemies, most of whom we had befriended in the past through the numerous negotiations we had. We knew who they were, we knew their faces, we knew their families; but none of that mattered from that point on, we were in battle, they were trying to kill us, and we had to do defend against them, even if it meant to take their lives.
That was a sad night for our enemies; it must have scarred them for life. I even feel bad, but then again, that’s what you get for playing the best. But I do believe that we will be doing it again sometime next week, we are just friends messing around with computers, so it’s all good.
It wasn’t until we arrived at the doors of the enemy that we realized why it was our squad was called into action We were known to be the one to take on the most impossible missions, we though against all odds, we were always outnumbered; but this time, it was just ridiculous. Who can be expected to fight properly when you are attacking an entrenched enemy while being outnumbered ten to one?
It would seem like suicide, but we were much smarter than our enemy, we waited. We wait for them to come out, and check on us; that always spelled their death. After several hours of that tedious wait, we decided to begin our strike. The fools that we were facing had conveniently concentrated all of their defenses into a single point; all we had to do is walk around through the mountains surrounding their base, and start building our tunnel.
It didn’t take long, and they never noticed what was going until all of the glorious army had popped out of that tunnel. The massive tunnels were able to instantly transport some of the world best tanks, they had no mercy to our enemies, most of whom we had befriended in the past through the numerous negotiations we had. We knew who they were, we knew their faces, we knew their families; but none of that mattered from that point on, we were in battle, they were trying to kill us, and we had to do defend against them, even if it meant to take their lives.
That was a sad night for our enemies; it must have scarred them for life. I even feel bad, but then again, that’s what you get for playing the best. But I do believe that we will be doing it again sometime next week, we are just friends messing around with computers, so it’s all good.