San Diego frontline.
The news of Reagan's assassination was being played on repeat.
The morale of the U.S. Military had plummeted to rock bottom!
Inside a bank…
Belonging to the 2nd Battalion, A Company, 1st Marine Regiment of the US Marine Corps First Division.
Their main duty was to hold the bank and guard the subway exit not far across the street, preventing Mexicans from infiltrating.
Gurgle, gurgle~
The sounds of empty stomachs filled the night, accompanied by the groans of the wounded.
"F***! F*** your mother, we need food, we need food! Bastards!"
"We've gone 27 hours without eating. Restraint? F*** me, restraint my a**!"
Suddenly, an insane roar of anger broke the silence, expressing deep discontent. The soldiers lying on the ground or dozing against the walls all opened their eyes.
They saw their company commander, Captain Antilokos Hodgson, holding a satellite phone and furiously cursing.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
"F*** your mother!!!"
