June 5, 1998
Canon is silent on the day. Unofficially,
The bubonic plague continues its spread through the western US, with outbreaks in Colorado, New Mexico and Nebraska. One of those infected is the FEMA advisor to the Joint Chiefs, whose deputy assumes his duties until he returns to good health.
Anti-Mexican rioting continues in American states that border Mexico as nativists execute a campaign of extermination. Several camps housing Mexican refugees are unexpectedly defended by recently arrived armed men, variously rumored to be Mexican Army troops and members of private criminal armies loyal to various drug cartels.
RainbowSix reports that much of the agricultural land in the Country of Lincolnshire consists of former marshland known as the Fens, which were drained during the 18th and 19th Centuries. Lying just a few meters above sea level, prior to the war the fens were protected from flooding by a series of embankments and over 250 pumping stations; now a lack of electricity means most of these pumping stations have ceased to operate, leaving the fens exposed to the risk of flooding.
A dazed and dirty Specialist Cutler ventures out of his cellar in Ansbach and wanders the deserted and still-smoldering town. Not being entirely within his wits, he is soon surprised by a patrol of the 57th Guards Motor-Rifle Division and captured before he can get a shot off.
In response to the cutoff of trained replacements from the US, XVIII Airborne Corps establishes a small airborne school at Ad Damman, Saudi Arabia to turn out airborne-qualified troops for the 82nd Airborne Division and other supporting units.
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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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