Our unit was the first to breach the palace. We swept into Torres’s office and found him there with a gun to his head. We stopped to watch him take himself out of the game, but he couldn’t do it. Once we got tired of waiting, we knocked him to the ground and cuffed him. He never said a word.

The people around here all seem surprised we’re not red-horned devils out to eat their children. Who knows what kind of crappy propaganda Torres shoved down their throats over the years?

All I know is I’m looking forward to going home now more than ever. I thought I missed my wife and kid before, but now I’m looking forward to a little boredom and to being assigned to Fort Living Room for a good, long while.

Wish me luck.
-Will

In the meantime, the brass wants us to take down the only other pocket of resistance in the entire country. They have a camp at Obregan, which we’ve got surrounded too, and I hear there might be some kind of prison there. We’re to taken them out and free any prisoners we find.

That’s the kind of work I joined the Army for.

You might think that Torres would surrender then. That’s the hope at least. I don’t know though. That would mean he’s a lot smarter than he’s seemed so far.

The politicians stepped in then, and it seemed like they were going to let Torres off the hook, as long as he promised to be a good boy again. Then we learned the SLA troops had massacred defenseless locals on their way back home.

It didn’t take long to confirm all this. Video doesn’t lie—at least not crappy stuff like that. Soon after, we got our new marching orders: to invade the north and take Torres down.

I finally got a night’s rest after that, but we were up again at them the next day. Colonel Davis, our new CO, led the counterattack, and we shoved the SLA straight back to Corazol. Now we just need to dislodge them from there.

I hear the NDR is finally talking with reporters. Torres, their prime minister, says he had good reasons for ambushing American troops like that. I can’t wait to hear them.

We’re on our way to the north shore to clear the beach for the arrival of our reinforcements. For a while, we thought the SLA had run out of steam when they broke off fighting near the airport. Seems like they just decided to head us off at the beach. The place is lousy with them.

Word is help is on the way. Our new orders are to double-time it to Paraiso, the Royal capital, and secure the area around the airport. After all, our friends need someplace to land.

The SLA took Ortego, and they’re already pushing farther south. They have the numbers for now—at least until our reinforcements show up—and they’re making the most of it.

None of us have any idea why this is happening yet. The captain ordered us to fall back to Dolores, which ain’t much more than a bunch of fishing shacks, and he hasn’t said a word since. He just keeps staring at those maps, studying them. My money says he’s still got a trick or two of his own up his cammies.

He’d better.

-Will

The Sahrani Liberation Army hit us hard and fast, and the Royals got caught with their shorts down. We managed to haul ass out of the base in Corazol with most of our company intact. Under Captain Armstrong’s orders, we regrouped in the town of Ortego, about three klicks due south.

While the captain had us digging in, I spotted him barking orders to a special forces unit. Here’s hoping they show those SLA guys who they’re fucking with.

-Will

Kennebunkport, here I come!

-Will