The situation is basically this: a new world war has sparked up, and all the countries of the world have been left battered, bruised, and severely weakened. A new (extrasolar) threat then pops in, wipes out Russia and most of Asia in a week from orbit, but is forced to deploy ground forces after three nuclear ICBMs manage to initiate near the thing. And yes, I know alien invasions are overrated.
The ground forces still do a good job of wiping out every single force that is sent against them, and have located and destroyed most of the massive bunkers constructed pre-WWIII to house significant portions of the populations of their respective countries. One of the last ones is currently being occupied by a good, division-sized group of infantry and armor, which by chance happens to be near the landing spot of the alien craft. Most of them are too afraid to go out and attempt to destroy/capture/something the craft, but a few are trying to rally them to action.
Could I please get some help debugging this? Thanks.Caiaphas wrote:We are soldiers, first and foremost. Our duties are twofold: protect the state and protect the people. We've failed in the first duty.
But does that mean that we can neglect the second duty? Does that mean that we can leave what is left of humanity to its fate? No, I say, no! It's our last chance to redeem ourself!
We are sitting on our asses, doing nothing, while above us, those alien bastards tramp all over the ruins of London, while we could be out there doing something! Most of Asia has fallen. The only thing left of China is a corner of the east coast, and they were on the verge of collapse last I heard. All of North America from the west coast to the Appalachians has fallen, and New York is nothing more than a smoldering crater. For god's sake, the Second Attack on Pearl Harbor obliterated most of the island! All of Europe has been destroyed, and northern Africa is taken. There are a few divisions' worth of troops down in South Africa, but they will fall soon. There are something on the order of five or six nuclear submarines that have survived, and none have nukes. We, by some chance of fate, have survived relatively intact. We, by some chance of fate, have been given the tools and the opportunity to strike back instead of retreat.
There are no more lanes of retreat! There are no more places to hide! I don't give a damn if that ship upstairs wasn't even scratched by three nukes! I don't give a damn if the enemy outnumbers us ten, twenty, thirty to one! I'm going down swinging! I'm going to make them remember that Earth resisted them to the last! I'm going to make them pay in blood for this planet! We are going to make them pay!
Here we are going to stop them! Here we are going to water the earth with blood! Here we ensure that others may live! Here we fulfill the oaths we swore when we were given the privilege of calling ourselves soldiers! Here they fall! And those bastards will never again come near this place for fear!
We will lose the war! We may lose this battle! But dammit, we are going to die on our own terms. And the terms are this: they die as we die; they run as we advance; and they bleed as we have bled!
Not for a fatherland do we fight; not for a motherland or an ideal; not for any gods or God; not for democracy, not for any of that. We fight for humanity! And today, we fight so that they remember us a thousand years from now as demons that cut them down even as they died! Who's with me?