"It's been three weeks now since the UN's ground forces began their invasion of America. The Chinese and Russian troops got here using commercial airliners - landing in Canada and Mexico after we shot down the ones that tried to land in the US. So far, I've had several scouting attempts here at my place since I'm on the edge of civilization in Washington.
Scanning the edge of the clearing near my house with my PVS-7s, I checked the clackers for the Claymores - making sure that the circuits are still good and that I have them in order. Then I see them. A full squad of Russian infantry. At first I'm shocked, but then I start to chuckle to myself. The idiots are evidently looking for that last group of scouts that I bagged last night. Oh well - just a few more meters and they'll meet the same fate.
Yup. Typical Russians - they're in the same spot even. I reach for the clacker, and set off the Claymores in that sector. The couple that survived that blast are now laying there screaming in pain. I guess I'll finish my coffee and go double tap them. Plus I can use their ammo. I hope that this squad had their RPG as well.
Carefully I work my way to them in case they were the advance of the platoon - but no others in sight as I near the two privates. They're young. Oh well. In order to save the ammo, I fix my bayonnet and go about my business.
Tell Koffi to send some more - they too will learn why it is that America is the land of the free."