Friday, December 31st, 2200GMT

More patrols today. Caught a couple of glimpses of the new APC from far away. I hope we can get one of those here at the radio station soon. The new budget kicks in after the holiday. At the very least we should be getting some new weapons next week. I really hope that they change their mind about the personnel and get some more trainees in here.

Now for some much needed time off with my beautiful wife and wonderful new child!

Oh yeah! I found out from Geoff that him and Amy have a date tonight. Interesting...

Happy New Year!

Thursday, December 30th, 2310GMT

Today was FTL Yuri FTW (ForTheWin)! He was on patrol at the magazine when it came under attack. A major competitor was in it for blood and brought a huge fight. Luckily for Yuri’s fire team they were able to make it to a flanking position behind the enemy forces. Yuri used a couple of gas canisters that he shot from his M203 to disable two of the attacking squads. He used this time to focus his efforts on the real threat; an APC (Armored Personnel Carrier)!

Quickly he killed the gunner and climbed on top of the vehicle. He dropped a flash bang into the hatch and slammed it shut. After a few seconds the rear entry of the vehicle flew open and dazed OPFOR began to stumble out. One by one they were picked off by Yuri’s fire team. Yuri then mounted the machine gun and aimed for the OPFOR that were attacking the magazine; they kept looking forward oblivious to the belt fed death that was coming for them from behind.

The defenders at the magazine all took cover and Yuri took out the remaining eight OPFOR. It feels kind of good to know that we can survive a platoon sized attack from a major competitor and come out without a single KIA/WIA. Not only that, but we also gained an APC! Well, the magazine gained one anyway.

Wednesday, December 29th, 2250GMT

The television station was attacked this afternoon. The assault team wasn’t very skilled from what I’ve heard. Apparently there were three squads in the attack and only two of ours on defense. The only wounded of our guys was FTL Ramirez. He caught a round in the thigh, but he’ll be fine. The wound is superficial and actually didn’t stop him from continuing to fight. I overheard SL Pyle talking to someone and he said that Ramirez will be getting an award for most KIA by a fire team leader in a single fire fight. He took out sixteen of the twenty-one; twelve of which were put down after he got wounded! At this rate I could see him making squad leader really soon.

Tuesday, December 28th, 2255GMT

On patrol today. Didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Consultant has been giving ‘classes’. Meh. New weapons coming soon. Also rumors of some new ‘armor’. I wonder what they mean by that!

Monday, December 27th, 2350GMT

Went back to work today. I was greeted by a company wide restructuring of forces during the morning formation. We were also told that instead of increasing security personnel, despite adding an asset with the television station, we were going to upgrade equipment instead. An outside consultant has been brought in to help us become more ‘tactful’ and ‘diverse’. Give me a break damnit! The new units have been organized like this:

HQ - 3 squads (no change)
Newspaper - 3 squads
Magazine - 3 squads
Radio Station - 1 squad (no change)
TV Station - 2 squads

Apparently the accounting team believes that the newly acquired television station is worth more than the radio station and shifted it some extra resources. I’ll bet that no one can guess where I’ve been assigned.

Give up?

The radio station! I know I’m not in charge, but why in the hell do I keep getting assigned to the places that have the least amount of resources? My current squad:

SL Pyle (again)
Alpha Team:
FTL Andres
LRS Gregory (Geoff)
CQS Romero
Bravo Team:
FTL McAllister
LRS (me)
CQS Yarbanks
SM Rogers (Amy)

Friday, December 24th, 1300GMT

I go back to work on Monday. I spoke with Amy about what has happened in my absence. She told me that no attacks have occurred and that the new batch of trainees certified today. This adds 28xCQS and 6xSM to our ranks.

Our son’s birth is making it very hard to go back. I can’t help but imagine what his life will be like if I get killed. I’ll just swallow the fear and keep my head down until I get high enough in rank to stay safe or lateral to information security.

Friday, December 10th, 2200GMT

The newspaper division was attacked again today. It was the same company, but this time they sent a smaller force. I’m not sure why they would do that because obviously if the first assault didn’t work with its numbers then one would think that a second assault with smaller numbers would fail as well. Maybe they just wanted those PSSs dead for some reason...

The ropes are finished and have been tested. Nothing happened on patrol today. The weekend has started so I better be ready for possible assaults on Monday. A lot of companies will practice an assault all weekend like a SWAT team planning/practicing a mission.

Good night!

Thursday, December 9th, 2225GMT

Geoff was wounded in the attack on the newspaper yesterday. He is fine, but will be in recovery for a short time.

Nothing happened today thankfully. We started to build a fast rope system on the roof. Amy told me that Marie will be in recovery for a few weeks. She wanted to come back to work today, but HQ wouldn’t let her. That is one tough lady!

Wednesday, December 8th, 2200GMT


Nothing happened at the television station today. Our team is on patrol duty this week. Thankfully the patrol area is relatively small and we will probably see an attack coming from half a mile away. There are no tall buildings nearby for OPFOR to hide in/on.

The newspaper division is another story (no pun intended). They were attacked this morning. There is no word yet on if the business unit is still in our possession or if anyone was KIA. I’ve tried to call Geoff several times with no answer. I’m a little worried about him and Amy is about to panic. I can tell that she really likes him by the concerned look in her eyes. I hope he is okay.

Tuesday, December 7th, 2255GMT


The television station was about twenty minutes away from HQ. I wanted to rescue Marie, but I was nervous about who would have to protect the station after we took it over. It will be a bad gig if just one squad is assigned to it. Thankfully there are no nearby competitors. The other two stations were on opposite sides of the city.

We were surprised to find an attack already in progress when we came into sight of the station. Watching the assaulting team get taken out was a bit of a moral killer. I rolled down my windows and scoped the grounds with my rifle. I could see one guy on the roof with an M249B SAW. Another was in front of the front door and armed with an AK-47. FTL Ramirez gave me permission to fire. I centered my scope on chest of the rooftop guard. I exhaled slowly and squeezed the trigger a little. Then I held my breath momentarily as I squeezed the trigger the rest of the way. I could see a pink mist explode from behind the guard as he grabbed his sternum and fell to the ground. Without hesitation I did the same to the guard by the front door.

Ramirez looked back at me and said, “Jesus Christ man! I’m glad you’re on our team!”

We parked next to the other company’s disabled SUV and charged toward the building. The building was fairly small to our standards. It only had two floors and was maybe about 100’ x 100’. Our squad broke into our two normal teams. My team was assigned to enter in through the rooftop access while the other went in through the front door. I tossed a flash grenade onto the roof just in case anyone else was up there, but there wasn’t.

We stacked up by the rooftop door and gave the other team our status. On the SL’s mark both teams entered the building and began clearing all rooms to eliminate OPFOR. The stairs we were on led down into the studio area. There was no opposition in the room. I could hear the other team having a shootout underneath us. We entered a hallway that had several doors on either side. We cleared them one by one. Most were offices and housed production staff and that we proceeded to scare the hell out of. The last room next to the stairwell was labeled ‘Sound Engineering’.

I opened the door and stood aside to let CQS Yarbanks take point. He led the way with Ramirez behind him and me covering the rear. I never turned around to see what was going on, but I heard a single gunshot and heard Marie saying something in Russian. Ramirez gave a SITREP to the other team over the radio and requested theirs. The other team had successfully eliminated all OPFOR and captured the CIO, CEO, and CSO. Despite being beaten and tortured for two weeks Marie had the energy to give each one a small flogging but didn’t kill them. She said that she wanted them to face a worse fate by going to prison for what they had done.

HQ decided that our squad would protect the television station for the time being. This scares me since we are literally twenty minutes away (with no traffic).

Monday, December 6th, 2300GMT



Apparently the leadership received some INTEL that Marie, who has been MIA for two weeks, is still alive and being held captive at a small television station at the edge of town. I will be on assault team Alpha during the rescue/takeover. Our squad spent the whole day planning for and practicing the attack. What a great way to start my last week before paternal leave...

Hopefully I will be able to write about a successful attack tomorrow night.

Friday, December 3rd, 2120GMT

Today was promotion day. The trainees graduated. We were able to fill out the company a little better by adding 24xCQS, 5xSM, and 1XTS. So now we have sixty-two combat troops. More good news is that another platoon of trainees will start processing tomorrow. Once they are certified our numbers will be closer to normal.

Geoff was promoted to LRS and moved to the newspaper. Yuri was moved to the magazine and I was promoted to LRS to fill the empty slot. One of my shadows named Yarbanks took my old CQS spot. Our current numbers:

HQ - 3 squads
Newspaper - 2 squads
Magazine - 2 squads
Radio Station - 1 squad

Friday, December 3rd, 0120GMT

This post is a bit later than usual. I needed to spend some extra time wife my wife tonight after the events that happened at work.

We found out first thing in the morning that the CEO was coming back in the afternoon. Everything was quiet on the way to pick him up. The trip back proved to be very difficult. The fun began about halfway back from the pickup when Alpha team spotted some OPFOR on a rooftop that had been unoccupied twenty minutes prior. We drove as fast as we could to the building. The only way up the six stories without going into the building (and possibly finding A LOT of OPFOR) was to go up the fire escape.

On the way up I caught little blips of the pilot on my radio. The guys on the roof were able to pick up our frequency and started to scan for confirmation of the CEO on the slick. At one point the pilot said something about taking small arms fire from the opposite direction. I peeked over the edge of the roof to get an idea of where the OPFOR were at. These guys were smart. There were four of them split into two man teams that had about fifteen meters of space between them.

Listening to them for a second I found out that they were part of a coordinated attack. The small arms fire that was attacking the slick was one of their elements. I reported this to FTL Ramirez; who reported it to Alpha team. While they decided whatever it was they were trying to decide I sized up my situation. I knew that the fuse on a flash-bang wouldn’t last long enough to make it to the team on the far side of the roof, so I decided that I would send it toward the closer team. The problem was that when the flash-bang went off it would alert the other team; so they could provide covering fire on my position until the first team recovered. I decided that I would try to take out the further team as the flash-bang lobbed toward the closer one.

I pulled the pin on the flash-bang and lobbed. The primer handle released as it left my hand and I began my countdown. Six; I readied my weapon. Five; I took aim on the further team. Four; I exhaled. Three; I squeezed the trigger. Two; I could see pink mist come from the throat of one of the OPFOR. One; I made eye contact with the other one as I squeezed the trigger again. I could see the pink mist from behind his helmet as the bomb went off. I was far enough away to only have a slight ring in my ears.

Time slowed down and I watched as one of the guys that I had just blinded begin spraying rounds everywhere. He ended up putting a round in he teammate’s stomach. I put three rounds in his chest. The first one should have destroyed the clay plate under his armor, and the other two were to finish him off. I pulled myself onto the roof and walked up to the wounded guy with my rifle at the ready. He was talking to himself as I approached him, “I can’t believe that idiot shot me. You got what you deserved prick!” He spit at his lifeless team member’s body. He looked up at me; his tear-filled eyes made contact with mine.

He began to beg for his life. This was a first to me. He opened the front pocket on his vest and pulled out a picture to show me. It was of him with a woman and an infant. I began to think of my wife. I called over the radio, “Ramirez; all clear. What is the procedure for taking a prisoner? Over.” The slick made a radical move toward my direction. Ramirez called over the radio, “Sit tight. We are going to escort the VIP the rest of the way and come back for you; out.” I watched as the slick flew overhead and headed toward HQ. The SUV sped off as well.

About ten minutes had passed when I heard the vehicles pull up to the fire escape. I looked over the edge of the roof and counted five OPFOR making their way up the fire escape. I ran to the far side of the roof and took cover behind the roof access doorway. I called for help over the radio, but there was only silence. I decided to try and play whack-a-mole as they peeked onto the roof. My rounds bounced off of the top of the wall. Finally I ran out of rounds and had to reload. I heard a flash-bang go off on the other side of my cover. Quickly I pointed my rifle back around the corner of my cover and saw that three OPFOR were already on the roof. They noticed me and began firing. They kept me pinned down with a constant barrage of rounds. I threw a gas canister over my cover toward their direction to buy myself some time.

I tried to open the roof access door, but it was locked. I peeked back around the corner and saw that some of them were trying to put on their gas masks while the others covered my position. They were trained well. I lobbed my last flash grenade in their direction and waited for the bang. Flinging myself into the open I opened fire into the group of two closest to me and knocked them both down. The other three were over by their downed comrade I had ‘taken’ prisoner trying to stop the bleeding. I watched in horror as their bodies began to tear apart. I lowered my rifle and felt my jaw drop. The four men had been reduced to bits.

A harness attached to a rope dropped next to me and snapped me back into reality. I looked up and saw Geoff on the Gatling gun of the slick. I harnessed myself and was pulled up as we flew back to HQ. Geoff smiled at me and yelled, “Isn’t this thing amazing!” I shook my head yes. I tried not to throw up as I thought about the prisoner’s wife. She wouldn’t even get the pleasure of an open casket. His child would never get the chance to call him daddy.

Wednesday, December 1st, 2240GMT

No word yet on when the CEO is coming back. My team is on guard duty today. I spent most of the day showing my shadows some combat techniques that I had learned during some of the firefights I had been through. We also went through a couple of simulated situations so that I could see how they would react to different obsticles. I didn’t tell them this but I went ahead and signed off on their certifications. I think that they will make a couple of really good CQSs.

Tuesday, November 30th, 2355GMT

It was a very intense day. The CEO needed to go to the airport to catch a mid-day flight. Two fire teams were used on the transport detail. Fire team Alpha was assigned to the slick (helicopter). I was jealous of Geoff because the CQS gets to mount the helicopters Gatling gun. Yuri had one of the toughest jobs as the LRS. He had to keep a 360-degree watch from the air to watch for any enemy activity. Park’s job as FTL was to coordinate with the ground team that provided street level support. Amy was the SM assigned. *(On a side note Amy told Geoff and me that she was given custody back of her child. I’m really happy for her. I’ve also noticed her and Geoff getting a little ‘closer’ if you know what I mean.)

I was on fire team Bravo like usual. Bravo was assigned ground duty and traveled via SUV. As the CQS I mounted the M60 in the crows nest. LRS Whitehead was on 360 duty which got a little annoying because he bumped into my legs on more than one occasion. FTL Ramirez was the liaison to the slick and directed the TS that was driving us. We didn’t have a medic or our shadows in the SUV.

Things were hectic from the time we left the building until we finally made it to the airport. We were directed all over the place to check possible ambush sites. Everything was clear the entire way. We couldn’t enter the airport to support the other fire team while they ensured his safe boarding of the aircraft. Another transport detail would meet him wherever he was going. None of us are allowed to know where he is going because of security policy. You never know who a ‘double agent’ might be.

We were briefed directly by the interim SoS when we got back. He told us that we did a good job, but the real challenge would come when the CEO needed to be picked up. Anyone watching our company would see the same slick/SUV detail roll out and would have time to alert for an attack.

Monday, November 29th, 2300GMT

Nothing happened at work today, but something odd did happen on the way. I noticed when I left the house this morning that a strange car was parked down the street. It looked like some guy was taking pictures of me. The same car then followed me to the office.

I reported everything to Ramirez and he took me to see the SL. Geoff was there with Park explaining the exact same situation that happened to him. Geoff and I talked about it for a minute afterward and did our best to compile as much information about what had happened. I’ll be bringing the rifle to bed every night for now...

Friday, November 26th, 2200GMT


I almost had the shit literally scared out of me today. We were on patrol when we thought that we heard a noise down an alley. It turned out to be a couple of cats fighting over a dead rat, but that wasn’t the scary part. We turned to leave and noticed a loud rumbling sound. Soon the ground started to tremble slightly. Not knowing what to expect we all hit the deck and crawled toward the road. Ramirez was on point and the first to the alley opening. He motioned for us to stop as he clicked on his radio. The conversation that followed was very humbling.

“Fire team bravo to HQ; over.”
“HQ to bravo; what is your status; over.”
The rumbling grew louder as the ground shook harder.
“Status is urgent. Two APCs marked with competing colors heading your way; over.”
“HQ alarm will be sounded and stations posted; over.”
I could hear the alarm at HQ sound off. Then Ramirez got excited.
“Holy shit! They have a tank!”
There was radio silence for a second.
“Bravo say again; over.”
“They have a tank and it’s rolling in your direction!”
The radio silence lasted an uncomfortable amount of time.
“Bravo prepare to flank rear of OPFOR on mark”
“You want us to flank a damn tank? Are you serious,” I could hear panic in Ramirez’s voice.
“Stand fast Bravo team! Prepare for mark.”
I could see the two APCs and tank roll past our position. Thankfully they didn’t see us. FTL Park came over the radio to report fire team alpha’s situation.
“Fire team alpha to fire team bravo; over.”
Ramirez calmed a little bit when he heard his buddy’s voice, “Go ahead alpha.”
“I can see the enemy armor. Are there any more units trailing?”
“Negative. No telling how many are mounted up in those things though.”
“Let me worry about that bravo. I’ll call mark when we are ready for your flank. Standby.”
“Roger alpha. I’ll call in a SITREP if ours changes; out.”

We laid in wait for what seemed like an eternity. My watch showed that four minutes had passed since being given the order to standby. Four minutes is a lifetime during a fire fight. The strange this was that I didn’t hear a single round fired. Surely HQ didn’t surrender before putting up any sort of fight. HQ came over the radio and summoned us back. It turns out that the armor drove past HQ without incident. We were put on high alert and completed the rest of our patrols mounted in a SUV.

Thursday, November 25th, 1400GMT


Closed for Thanksgiving! Woot!

Enjoying the time alone with my wife. Very soon we won’t be alone anymore!

Wednesday, November 24th, 2330GMT

Things may get bad. We were on patrol today when I discovered a person doing recon on our building. They were parked in a small parking lot that is situated in the middle of opposing one way streets. A announced my finding to FTL Ramirez and he verified. The vehicle was a rear-wheel drive so LRS Whitehead was given the order to shoot the rear driver-side tire out. As soon as he hit that tire all hell broke loose.

We began taking fire from the rooftop of a building adjacent to the vehicle. As we took cover the vehicle tried its best to speed away; fish-tailing as the driver stomped on the gas. Whitehead was able to hit the other rear tire, but the driver just kept going; leaving bits of rubber on the road like a bread crumb trail. By then the public has cleared out of the area that we were in. I peeked around the car that I was using for cover and found a ladder that led to the roof where our attackers were stationed. Whitehead was keeping them pinned down pretty well by keeping his shots close every time one of them lifted their head ‘whack-a-mole’ style.

I looked over at Ramirez and was about to ask for covering fire when he just nodded and asked if I was ready to go on a three count. Like I’ve said before; he is a model PSS. Sometimes I wonder why he didn’t become a soldier instead. On the count Ramirez and Whitehead opened up with a barrage of fire at the rooftop and I took my shadows to the ladder. I handed each one a flash-bang and a gas canister. I told them to lob them up (only three stories) onto the roof when I reached the top of the ladder. I put on my gas mask and checked to make sure it was sealed. The climb up seemed to take forever; each rung I moved up sent a shock wave through my still healing ribs.

Right before I reached the ledge of the roof I heard two flash-bangs pop amongst our aggressors. This was followed by the sound of the gas canisters hissing. I flung myself up to the roof and assessed the situation. Three men were hunkered down behind the small wall that made the lip of the roof. I readied my rifle and walked toward them. The flash-bangs must have been spot on because I was about five meters away from them when I was spotted by one of them. He grabbed his rifle and pointed it in my direction. I put one between his eyes before he had a chance to think about pulling his trigger. The other two jumped to their feet and began to spray rounds all over the place. I hit the deck and watched as Whitehead took them both out in under three seconds.

After the investigators were done with the scene we fast-stepped it to final formation and called it a day.