View Single Post
  #545  
Old 06-05-2023, 01:34 PM
chico20854's Avatar
chico20854 chico20854 is offline
Your Friendly 92Y20!
 
Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: Washington, DC area
Posts: 1,826
Default

June 3, 1998

Nothing official for the day. Unofficially,

As the Joint Chiefs learn the sordid details of MacDowell's coup they have far bigger fish to fry. MacDowell still obeys orders (albeit not always from the Commandant of the Coast Guard or Atlantic Fleet Headquarters) and is maintaining control of a useful cantonment where so many others have simply melted away or turned warlord. The orders granting MacDowell his unique command are never altered.

A luxury hotel complex in Acapulco, Mexico hosts a gathering of shadowy power brokers who seek to take advantage of the situation to enrich themselves and end the chaos that threatens to overtake the entire nation.

The Danish Expeditionary Corps and IV German Korps fall back on Stuttgart under pressure from 41st Army and the Italian 3rd Corps.

VII US Corps, having broken out of Ansbach, retreats through Wurzburg as 16th Army commits the relatively fresh 93rd Motor-Rifle Division to join the 20th Tank Division in pursuit.

In Ansbach, troops of the 57th Guards Motor-Rifle Division search the now-quiet city block by block; the search is slow as the veteran troops search for booby traps as well as booty from the wealthy West German homes and businesses. Specialist Cutler remains in his cellar, hopelessly drunk and oblivious to the situation outside.

The cruiser USS Virginia, patrolling the approaches to the Cape of Good Hope, overtakes one of the Soviet trawlers that escaped the carnage that the ship and the South Africans inflicted on the massed South Atlantic Soviet fishing fleet. The nuclear-powered ship draws alongside and sends a boarding party aboard, which seizes the trawler's cargo of (more) frozen fish as well as lubricants and much of the trawler's fuel, leaving only enough for the Soviet crew to limp into the nearest Argentine port where they will likely be interdicted.
__________________
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...
Reply With Quote