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March 11, 1998

Another day when canon is silent. Unofficially,

Quebecois forces, who have been stalled outside the NATO air base in Goose Bay, Labrador, finally launch their attack on the post. The defenders beat back the attack, taking and inflicting heavy losses.

In Fairbanks, the remaining troops of the 147th (my 261st) Motor-Rifle Division launch a daring and fierce attack on the screening force the 11th Airborne Division threw up along the western end of the University of Alaska campus, which had been a (relatively) quiet sector. They break through the paratroops and in a matter of minutes are attacking the lightly-manned blockade positions maintained by the exhausted 1st Infantry Brigade (Arctic Recon) on the highway leaving the city. By lunchtime the Soviet division has broken through and begins evacuating south and west; the exhausted troops of X Corps unable to pursue effectively.

Dutch troops strike yet again, firing a mortar at a French Air Force C-160 transport that is unloading replacement troops at the nuked Gilze-Rijen air base; the airplane is riddled with shrapnel and abandoned by the aircrew before it is consumed by flames.

The surrounded and increasingly desperate troops of the 158th Motor-Rifle Division begin to mutiny, disobeying their officers and fleeing their positions, heading for the perceived safety of the Sava River valley. The garrisons in Maglai, Doboj and Modriča collapse, leaving the 549th Motor-Rifle Regiment's positions along the Sava River at Bosanski Šamac as the sole remaining portion of the division.

The 1890th Assault Gun Brigade, forming a significant portion of the garrison of the Central Asian city of Samarkand and faced with isolation, disease, privation and hostile citizens, begins to lose troops to desertion. Fortunately, most conscripts slip away with their personal weapons and not the brigade's massive SU-130 assault guns.
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