Thursday, October 25, 2007 . 9:07 PM

--Chapter 3--

Thursday
25 - 10 - 07

Day 7

i arose from my tent around at 1100 hours. still half asleep, i sat outside my tent, stoning for a while. the view from the southern shores was quite a pretty site. i could have sketched the view if i havent been stoning so much. transport was due to depart at approximately 1330 hours so i had some time to myself. well since i kinda got bored of slacking, i tried studying our enemy for today. it was really boring. and so at 1330 hours sharp, the combat craft arrived and we all bundled in.

the trip was nice. . . quiet and peaceful, no one made any sound. how ironic of me to use the word peace when we were heading toward the face of war.

we hit land at around 1430 hours. all prayers said, we charged up the shoreline. first, we had to make our way through montego bay, along the montego river. it was filled with traps, environmental traps to be precise. those damn bastards really do use landscape to their favor. it seems this time the enemy is a trap specialist.after we made through the bay, we came out into an open space surrounded by mountains. there were racks of some sort scattered everywhere. those racks seem to be used to suspend things. and indeed they were. those Echo people, those fools. they obviously didnt pay special attention to their surroundings. a bunch of them walked right under the rack and instantly, they were grabbed by the neck and pulled up, suspended in mid air. those geogies must have very sick minds. from below the racks some sort of sprinkler popped out of the ground and started spraying some sort of chemical at the soldiers' legs. instantly, their legs began to dissolve. a revolting sight. screams echoed all around us. its a good thing i studied their trap patterns before combat. then as we pushed on, we encountered another trap. the oldest of all traps, and yet simple and deadly. a hole dug and filled with that chemical which were sprayed from the sprinklers before. these holes were covered so well that it just blended with the surrounding earth. i really dont want to describe what exactly happened to those who fell in.
finally, we came out into an open space. surrounded by rivers and a great frozen mountain ahead. the geogies were all stationed on the hill just beside the frozen mountain. it seemed queer at first, then it became clear. orders were screamed to get to higher ground. but it was too late. the geogies had some sort of device which melted the whole mountain in just seconds. the rivers instantly overflowed. everyone made a mad scramble for higher ground. running for high ground, dodging bullets that shoot pass your head by mere centimeters... once on high ground, defeating the enemy was just too simple. it seems that their initial plan was to kill all of us with those three areas of death traps. once they saw that there were still so many of us who are so willing to pawn their heads, they began to freak out. seriously they only had the skills for traps. face to face with guns, they just useless at it. by now the plains where we stood moments ago was just an ocean now and the high grounds emerged from this sea like stranded islands. what remains of the geogie army was easily eliminated. before long, we were air lifted to dry ground and we encamped near the edge of Geography. it was a successful attack. we now have an outpost on enemy soil.

the enemy has withdrawn deeper into the heart of the land. we are spared three days to rest and recoup and recover for injured men. monday we will be invading the second major outpost. England. its going to be a very long and gruesome day.

YueHern