The Cost of Freedom

By 12:23 in the afternoon, the Lincoln Tower collapsed  Estimated 8,200 deaths. By 8 PM the primary invasion force arrives at the outsides of the city. Police and militia forces have been crushed by the army of Terra. At midnight, the Novian flag is lowered over City Hall. The city is under enemy control for two days.

"I'll send the first and third platoon around to flank, second will go right down the middle"... Field Colonial Robinson said to hi fellow officers. "Liberation starts now!"...

The mobilization of over 300,000 allied troops prepare to raid the city. 79 allied naval ships arm up to engage the Terri fleet. 12,000 aircraft get ready to do what they do best, and for the first time in history the Wonderbolts are deployed in actual comb at. "Move you ass grunts! We've got some Terries to kill!" Waves apon waves of masses of sentient life, armed to the teeth rush down to take back what was their's. "This is allied command on the line, all current units, retake the city".

Boots across the roads and distant gunfire was all that could be heard in downtown Travania. Sargent Major Raymond, a light brown enquine stood toward the rest of his 200 man troop. He has orders to take down an enemy artillery placement. Medical units were already taking care of a mix of civilians. Ponies, gryphens, humans, dragons, a united group. "Hold", Raymond barks. "We've got company. Get down." The cluster of life tries to hide in the shadows. Raymond signals Corpral Klygensky to take him. Sneaking was easy for the slavic man. At the age of 18 this was his first day of combat. He unsheathed his Novian standard issued M-45 combat knife, put his hand on the mouth Terri, and plunged his knife into the thought of the enemy. The kill was silent. Little blood, the Corpral, not shaken a bit. That was war, his job. Death is the only way to get fired or quit. The snipers of the troop moved up to scout. they found it. 14 Terri artillery placements. at least 50 people operating the guns. But there were at least 250 guarding the position. The rest of the troop moved up to the hill the snipers were on. Raymond quietly ordered, "Fix bayonets." All 200 quietly unfolding the blades and placing them on the barrels of their 10 round holding M1 Garand. They waited 40 minuets. "Charge you grand boys you! Charge!"  HOORAH! is all that bellowed from the mixed troop. Gun blazing they did exactly what the commander ordered them to do. Stabbing of the blades into their enemy's body. Their weapons firing and the 'PING' of their clips being ejected from their rifles. Within 4 minuets. The Allied troops have obliterated the enemy placement.