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February 27, 1998

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As word of the Chillicothe Massacre spreads, active resistance to the 402nd Field Artillery Brigade from the local population stops, allowing the unit to provide a trickle of supplies to XIII Corps headquarters and the Milgov capital throughout 1998 and 1999.

West of Fairbanks, the 1st and 2nd Infantry Brigades (Arctic Recon)(Alaska National Guard) link up, cutting the sole remaining land route out of the city. The battered guardsmen, however, are suffering greatly from exposure and a dreadful shortage of food, ammunition and shelter.

In Krakow, the disease outbreak among the refugee population has killed thousands and spread to the city's population. Losses among medical professionals are high, and the situation is made worse by the general lack of food and heating fuel. In central Germany, the last French-supported convoys arrive with cargo from US Air Force bases in the occupied zone; the evacuation of Army bases will take some time longer.

The American tanker USNS Paul Buck arrives in Bremerhaven, Germany, loaded down with a load of Tunisian diesel fuel. The ship's cargo is fed into the NEPS (Northern European Pipeline System) for transfer further south; as much as Allied naval commanders want the fuel to return their ships to sea and Army commanders are eager to restore the mobility of armored formations, the vast majority of the ship's 237,000-barrel cargo will be used to move food reserves to the desperate German population and allow operational repositioning of battered units into reserve positions where they can rebuild.

The MVD detachment sent to Trakai, Lithuania receives word that it will receive air and artillery support for its attempt to drive the renegade Colonel Skrebys and his followers from the town's castle. The riot policemen, overjoyed at the news, take up positions in nearby woods while awaiting word of how to contact the promised support.
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