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Operation Manifest Destiny Part 4
Fort city El Paso, Tx
Corporal James Miller, Citizens Militia Special Operations.
Role: Radioman assigned to UFT regular Army group A.
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Miller and his squad were told to head over to a large field filled with tents and he was happy for it, being stuck in that truck had taught him to love solid ground and hard cots. While he was unpacking, his buddy Colt walked into their tent dragging a big wooden box behind him and laughed while exclaimed, “Guys you ain’t going to believe this! The supply Officer just drove a big truck up into camp filled with brand new rifles!”
Colt dropped the box and opened its top to reveal all the M4 rifles in it and joked, “I guess this must a serious operation if they are breaking out the real guns hahaha!”
Miller and the others gawked over the rifles as they all chose one and started to clean them, they had been taught to clean all kinds of rifles in basic training but had never been issued m4’s.
Miller looked down the sights of his M4 and realized something, “Oh come on man, my front sight is missing!” Everyone laughed at that and someone told him to go ask for another one. Miller grumbled and walked out of the tent and towards the supply officers tent to see about another rifle.

As Miller was walking to the supply officers tent he thought blissfully of home, he had never been rich but thankfully he had come from a somewhat wealthy family. The fifth son of a once large farm that only traded locally, his farther had jumped on the chance to open trade with the UFT and its sphere of influence. Of course their family was able to hire helpers and focus on spending their newly found money, but that was never for Miller. He preferred working the land and going to bed every night knowing he had helped feed their local friends and family. At some point he just decided the lazy life wasn’t for him and spent his newly found money on traveling to the capital of Austin, there he took up as an apprentice in a radio shop. He never thought he’d end up signing up for the militia but when the call went out for more able bodied men to fill auxiliary roles, he did what he thought was right and signed up. He was lucky he knew radios so well because they gave him an option, either join up as radio operator or join up as a janitor. If his farther knew he was in the militia he would probably be proud but disappointed Miller chose a life of hard work over the wealth their family had come into.

Miller stopped at the supply officers tent flaps and requested to enter, after a rough voice from within gave him permission to enter he walked in and was surprised to find Major Johnson there. The Major nodded at Miller with a slight smile, “Good to see you made it in one piece son, the ride west was rough on all of us.”
Miller saluted the Major and replied, “To you as well sir, what are you doing here?”
The supply officer opened his mouth to chastise Miller for his questioning of an officer and his relaxed attitude but the Major raised his hand and interrupted, “Its ok sergeant, Miller and I go way back haha. To your question Miller, I was just finalizing some supply details but we just finished up. When you’re done here go ahead and report to my tent Corporal.” With that Major Johnson nodded to the supply Officer and walked out of the tent.
Miller saluted the Major as he left and looked to the supply officer, “Sir, my M4 is missing it’s front sight somehow, I came to request a replacement?”
The Sargent flipped through a pile of papers as he spoke slowly, “Sorry but I can’t help you, the rifles we could muster for this operation are all we’ve got. I wish I could help but you’ll just have to make due until the top brass in Austin decide to send us those nice new shiny rifles the boys in the east got issued. Welcome to the west.”
Miller now dumbfounded asked, “What? What does that mean?”
The supply Officer looked up and sighed like he was talking to a child, “Look, the eastern campaign was deemed top priority. I know you’re new here so I’ll make this simple, us here on the western front have always been on the back burner. Heck even our heavy walkers we have guarding our cities have largely been modified by their crews because replacement parts still haven’t come. Now get out of my tent.”

Miller kept his attitude to himself and nodded before quickly walking out of the tent, just his luck. As he was walking to Major Johnson’s tent in the center of camp the sun beat down on his neck and he rubbed it before walking by some of the heavy walkers the supply Officer was talking about. True to his word these walkers were very different from the brand new ones he had seen in Mexico and on posters around the UFT, many of them had images of sexy women painted on their sides and most seemed to have rusted metal sheets roughly welded onto their hulls where the new walkers had purpose built add on armor. He had a bad feeling in his stomach as he walked into Major Johnson’s tent and stood at attention. The Major saw him enter and waved for him to be at ease.
“At ease Miller, tell me- what do you think we are doing here in the far west?”
Miller quickly responded, “Well Major, I’ve heard the rumors of a major offensive taking place. I would guess we are officially pushing further west into Raider country?”
The Major chuckled and pointed at a wall hung map and used his finger to point to the south western former United States. “You’d be correct Miller, the top brass have been planning this operation long before Mexico and even before Panama. However, only now have we gained the means to successfully make the push. While our brothers push East to gain the industrial and agricultural hubs of the former South Eastern United States, we have been tasked with finally hunting down and exterminating the constant threat of the raiders to the west.”
The Major looked to Miller with a serious look and continued, “While our main mission is to finish off the splinter groups of raiders from Mexico, a secondary objective is to push as far as possible west. If that includes California and it’s pacific ports, then even better.”

Miller nodded and asked, “If this is deemed an important enough mission to amass this invasion force, why aren’t we getting better equipment like the boys in the east are? This just seems like another Mexico but with more bodies.”
The Major nodded with a sullen face and replied, “You’re not wrong, we are still under equipped like in Mexico- but at least this time we get somewhat better equipment and a lot more man power. The reason I asked you here to my tent is simple, we expect less resistance than Mexico but we do expect better fortified cities and towns than Mexico. That’s why you and the hand picked men I chose will be by my side the entire time and frankly I can trust your abilities.”
Miller nodded as the Major finished, “Once the offensive begins you and I will be here in the rear awaiting the delivery of a new UFT weapon, once it arrives we will lead the attack on what we suspect will be the last major obstacle, Las Vegas.”

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