PART V: The Timeline is BACK
PART V: February 21st, 1984 around 18:00 Eastern Standard Time; Lewiston–Queenston Bridge, Canadian Side, Niagara on the Lake, Ontario
"My wife is going to kill me, if she ever saw me doing this. Fuck it, the world is going to shit might as well be calm during it." Thought Sergeant Richard Newland wearily as he took another drag from his smoke, looking over the bridge.
Everything had been going to hell recently, with the Soviets and Europeans nuking it out over Europe. The world and thus humanity was falling apart in short order. Yet for some reason Sergeant Newland was stuck here on the Peace Bridge, along with most of the Lincoln and Newland Regiment dug in to protect from a supposed on rush of oncoming hordes of Commies from America.
"Penny for your thoughts Sergeant?" A unknown voice stated.
Turning around rapidly, bring his side arm to bear "Who the fu... Ohh my apologize, Sir didn't see you there. What can help you with Captain?"
Obviously enjoying see his platoon sergeant in such a discomfort the Captain continued "No I'm fine sergeant, just taking a quick check on the post. All those American refuges having be getting a bit restless after the borders was closed this morning."
"Very true Sir. Sir I was wondering..." Even after all his twenty two years in the army, Sergeant Newland was afraid to ask his next question. "I was wondering Sir, what has been going to the rest of the country, the men and I know are war has started but we don't know anything. Has anything come down the ladder?"
The Captain grimaced, taking off his helmet to look at a non-existent dent in it before responding "Nothing good Sergeant, we lost contact with Ottawa, allot of people are thinking the Ruskies are launching now, and its been confirmed our boys in Germany were wiped out in strike. A British unit further back confirmed it."
"How did we lose contact with Ottawa? Did it get hit, our we going to get bumped?"
Before the Captain could say anything, the tac-radio started going all haywire. "This is CONRAD Relay to all active Call-Signs, Repeat this is CONRAD Relay to all active Call-Signs. Confirmed incoming active BLACKJACK, all assets CODE: COBALT, REPEAT CODE: COBALT. REPEAT....."
Whatever the air-defence advisory was trying to say was soon drowned out as a air-raid sire went off in America. "Everyone get to cover, everyone get to cover!!" Newland didn't think twice grabbing the Captain by the shoulder and lunging him into his dug-out.
Saying a quick prayer, hoping whatever came, came quickly. The sergeant peered out of his fox-hole to make sure his men were alright.
The sergeant gazed out over the channel. A single large white plane was descending rapidly. Quickly followed by two grey darts, as they came out of the skyline. With one of the smaller planes firing a missile at the unbelievable fast bomber.
"GAS GAS GAS!!!! SUIT UP!!!! GAS GAS GAS!!!!" One intelligent solider screamed over the regimental channel. The Sergeant followed protocol out of reflex, but he could not take his gaze off the duel in the air.
Massive air-breaks soon slowed the plane down somewhat, no sooner then that happened a duo of white contrails burst away from the plane. Just a soon as the fired missile connected to the large bomber. But it was to late, he realized with horror that the bomber got of its payload.
The Sergeant didn't even bother telling people to cover there eyes, as he shoved his body into his foxhole. Soon a primordial shake started across the bridge, the bracing started to creak. The Sergeant could feel the brightness bounce of his eyelids. Then a wave of heat rolled over him, as if the surface of the sun itself was right beside him.
Then it was over, what once some part of the USA was an ever expanding mushroom cloud. "Looks like a tactical missiles, a least not area-denial weapo....." The ever so intelligent Captain said eerily cold, almost calculating.
Barely able to grasp what happened around him, Richard promptly opened his mask slightly above his mouth a puked to his side. Barely apply to hear the officer beside him, he did hear something.
Half walking, half stumbling towards the trench radio he grappled the mic to listen better. “This Corporal Santos, the refuges or someone is firing on us, we cant hold them. They’re breaching the perimeter. GOOD GO….”
Wiping his head around towards the bridge, the Sergeant try to peer into the police lines. At first nothing, then he saw a trickle of a few people running across the free way. Then dozen, followed by hundreds.
But they were not people no more, no they had descend into something for more animalistic. The fight or flight drive had kicked in, and this mob had defiantly picked the former.
“Sir what do we do? What are your orders?” The sergeant screamed in effort to be heard over his plastic mask.
Laughing almost menacingly “Does it even matter RICHARD. The World is ending, let those peop…”
Whatever the Captain was trying to say was left unsaid. As a bullet pierced through the left side of his skull, resulting in brain matter and blood spraying over the Sergeant.
Grasping the radio mic one more “This is…. This is Six Alpha to all call signs. Open Fire. Open Fire. Nothing can cross the bridge. Acknowledge All CALL SIGNS.”
The Sergeant did know what he was doing was right. If anything he caused another war to start, but he's orders were clear no one across the bridge. Even as the world felled apart, Sergeant Richard Newland took aim with his C1A1 and opened fire on young men… no teenager wearing a ragged plaid shirt. Soon after the whole defence line opened fire on the oncoming mob of people. Orders are orders, nothing across the bridge.
Sry bout the wait, uni is taking a heavy toll on me unfortunately. Ill be probably be updating a least twice more this week, if that is any comfort. Btw I read your comment Canadian Dragon as I was going through the Land of Flatwater, indeed you are right I shall do my best to fix this.