April 25, 1998
In light of the dire condition of BAOR, 19 Infantry Brigade in the UK is relieved of disaster relief and internal security duties in England and ordered to prepare for deployment to the Continent.
Unofficially,
An emissary from the Acting Governor of Wisconsin arrives at the border of the Ho-Chunk nation under a white flag. He desires to discuss the return of the captured state troopers.
The commander of 2nd Battalion, 511th Infantry reports his command ready for its airborne assault on the Soviet rear area south of the Alaska Range. The infiltration of scouts from the 2nd Infantry Brigade (Arctic Recon) is still ongoing, however, so the date of the assault is postponed until they are in position. To tie down the Soviet defenders (the 110th Guards Motor-Rifle Division), X Corps permits some of its remaining mortar ammunition to be expended in harassment fires. (X Corps fired the last of its howitzer ammunition in February during the Battle of Fairbanks).
Frontal Aviation ground crewmen at the bomb-scarred Drawsko Pomorskie Airbase in Poland are able to clear the runway, taxiway and other paved areas of the base of undetonated cluster bomblets using the water cannon on a fire truck requisitioned from the Polish city of Bydgoszcz. Two men are killed, however, when a time-delayed bomblet located in a grassy area detonates, and time-delayed bomblets force the base to remain largely locked down as the Soviets hope the last of the timers have run down.
The convoy to AFRICOM is forced to reduce speed to a paltry 8 knots in order to reduce fuel consumption. While the move all but assures there will be sufficient fuel to reach port in Kenya, the flotilla's supply officers are concerned about the dwindling food supplies aboard the ships, especially those packed with troops. Marines are ordered to redouble their fishing efforts from the ships' decks, which, while bringing in precious protein, is insufficient to feed the thousands of troops and sailors.
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I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...
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