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• This is turning out to be a rather bigger battle than we thought we need to fight today. A routine mission has blown up into a full-on confrontation, which I believe has now taken on more power. Lopez is simply not able to keep them at bay, let alone get rid of the assholes. But it is not just Lopez that is out there; there are already two other squads involved in this. Now we, with me in charge of a squad that is not mine, and whom most of their names that I do not know, we are headed in Fallujah.
• Now, if I said that I am not petrified, I would be blatantly lying. I have seen how dirty these assholes will play, but guess what? Marines like rolling in the mud. So we are soon going to line up to Lopez in three Stryker’s, and boy, then it is game on.
• As we enter the bottom of the street, all you can see is smoke and dust flying. Visibility is absolutely zero at the moment, and there is no way of it improving anything soon. We are shooting in the dark, for whom this cover will count is yet to be seen.