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CDI3D [2013-06-25 02:29:26 +0000 UTC]

Spooky?
son you dont know the meaning of the word until you've done two tours up there.
Up where? Goddamit they dont teach you kids nothing these days.
Mars. Son. The Red Planet. A planet that, before '46 , was fixen to EAT you, your little sister, your ma and your pa.
And theyd have done it to.
Cept for us.
We took the fight back to them. They burned London and Grover's Mills, we burned their whole damn planet.
After Hellsinger was dropped we didnt muster out, nosir! We stayed put and we kept patrols up.
But I gotta hand it to the eggheads back here. When they made that there bomb they pulled out all the stops.
Blew half the planet to hell!
HAH!

Where was I? Oh yeah...spooky.
I remember back in...oh it had to have been October...of 46. Fallout was still making the rounds in the rad belts so my squad and I were in hardened encounter suits. We had been dropped in country along the north western edge of the Bertolli canali after recon spotted a village along the shore of a small lake in the canali.
I put ol' Three-Vigo on point -- that little mecha had damn good eyes and ears...being just shy of a meter tall helped too.
Gerber...Gerberwatzky...was walkin slack and that left me, my sarge -- Valentine, and corporal deSouza in the line.

Now heres the thing son. After they dropped Hellsinger, they took away our Daedal rifles. Gave us high powered automatic slug throwers.
Rumor mill said some German pansy..ahem I mean panzer got his iron undies in a bunch over the martians dead or some such and command decided that the lil blood sucker bastards were cowed enough to not need the energy guns.

I am damn glad that for once Command was right.
We walked all through that village.
There was nothing in it. At. All.
Nor corpses. No farms. None of them Tick-things that the martians use as cattle.
Nothing. Artifacts, tables, chairs (it was news to us that the damn bags could actually sit down) they were all there. perfectly arraigned but covered in a fine layer of the reddish purple martian dust. We couldnt even begin to have guessed how long the village had been empty.
We reconned the place and discovered that except for a single crater on the east side there wernt any damage either.
Whasat? Why?
Hell son who knows. Aint no man can think like a Martain.
We camped in the village that evening and thats when everything got weird.
Ah, foods here....no no eat up. Ill tell ya about the ghost Three-Vigo swears up and down he saw on our way home.

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