May 16, 1998
Nother day when canon is silent. Unofficially,
BMSA (Boatswains Mate Apprentice) Rodney Cutler in Brownsville, Texas is involved with another incident with Mexican citizens. He is one of six sailors who, faced with desperate refugees refusing to return to Mexico, beats the men to within inches of their lives, throwing the unconcious men into a truck along with their families before dumping them on the far side of the US-Mexico border station.
The American attack submarine USS Baton Rouge, which departed on an unauthorized patrol from Bremerton, Washington in the chaotic days after the initial nuclear attacks on the US, returns from its voyage when it sails into Pearl Harbor. It is docked alongside the nuclear attack sub USS Pargo. Baton Rouge's captain is escorted to fleet headquarters to answer for his actions in December.
The Soviet 62nd Tank Division launches a third attack on the defenders of Erbach an der Donau, using the same avenues of approach. The attack is slowed down by the need for the tank drivers to weave between the wrecks of the prior two attacks. Like the others, the attack is unsuccessful and the division is forced back to its start lines.
The Dutch freighter Randfontien, carrying a cargo of grain from South Africa, hits a mine off the Dutch coast and sinks in shallow water off The Hague.
In the early morning hours the Pasdaran militia garrison in the small village of Asmadabad, east of Shiraz, is overrun in a surprise Tudeh attack. The Tudeh commander thanks the traitor in the Pasdaran ranks, Nhaziern Khazi, who ensured that he and his cousins and friends were on guard and allowed the Tudeh rebels into the village prior to the confused massacre.
The prior night's raid on AWB leadership has a devastating effect on the ongoing rural terror campaign. The leaderless movement finds itself adrift, and resistance to government authority rapidly begins to fade as the government tightens control of food and fuel distribution.
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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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