"Miller, what are you gonna do after this?" I ask, watching the jets fight the Martians,
"I might just ask to be stationed somewhere else. I might sound stupid but before this I didn't have a job," he says trailing off.
"Hm, Well let's get of this topic how abo-" I get cut off by a large boom and look up and see the Martian ship falling out of the sky and a whole lot of martian troopers podding down.
"Fire on my count... NOW!" The General commands, Boom, Boom, Boom! Pods are getting destroyed before they reach the ground and the ones that do jump out and shoot at us. Soldiers dropping left and right, Alaskan, and Martians. "Argh, help!" Miller yells as a group of Martian Shock Troopers beat him with their stun rods "John! Die you grey monsters!" I scream as the martians drop like flies. I run to Miller to see if he is ok, only to find the Martians took of his arm! "James, come closer if I don't make it... Remember me as I was, a soldier... I'm no hero." Miller says starting to sound weaker. "Medic," I yell, after about 5 minutes a medic comes over to us, "What happened to him?" The medic asks applying gauze to the wound "Some shock troopers jumped him and tore his arm of the a twig." I tell the medic "I can fix him up, I could be a while. He'll live." The medic say reassuringly.
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Task Force 423
Science FictionPart One of the Invasion series. I originally wrote this for a school project but I editted it a bit. ENJOY!
