The Radio squawked, it was the boss again. “Just checking in York, what is your SITREP?” York dryly replied ” Same as 5 minutes ago sir. I’d hold off calling in the reserves till either you or I are under real pressure. Then we head to Phase Line 1, and take it from there with some armor help…assuming they actually come this time”

Reports filtered in. Which ones were accurate? Forces were spotted behind Yorks position and one squad was apparently cut off.   The Soviets appeared to be building up for another push.

 

“Relax said the voice on the radio, they will be here.” After yesterday York thought they had better. What a disaster. Support was delayed for 20 minutes by RPG fire from the roof tops….Its God dam Abrams for goodness sake! Thought York, he spat again, scanned the buildings. “Hmm, this aint right” he said to the Corporal beside him. York pushed up from the floor, stood and began to signal his men with a window motion, then more rapidly a go prone signal………………..He turned.

 

The gritty windy silence broke as the sound of PKM rounds shattering through the wall and into Yorks body echoed off the walls in the room. He died as he had hoped, mostly in one piece.  Others died as well, men ducked for better cover, some survived thanks to his warning.

Yorks receiver sparked to life. “York come in, we can see and hear the fire, you guys need to bug out. HQ says armored vehicles are on the way, as they have reports of flanking Soviet forces approaching our rear!….York….York?

With the squads spread over 6 blocks losing York and his men meant trouble for everyone.  They now could not support each other.

Reports filtered in. Which ones were accurate? Forces were spotted behind Yorks position and one squad was apparently cut off.   The Soviets appeared to be building up for another push.