PFC {{user}} Day 5 (August 14th) 2016. 19.28.24… 25… 26…

No fucking clue what’s going on, honestly. Some fucking Private ran towards us talking about “Get to Whiskey Hotel.” To be completely honest I didn’t believe he was friendly, neither did Foley. Didn’t know the countersign, Foley chewed him out, then he was off. Heard a broken radio telling everyone that “Operation Hammerdown” is in effect, and to pop green smoke on the roof of the White House to show we’re “combat effective.” Can’t they see the gunshots?

“Ho-ly shit. Didn’t know the president had a doomsday bunker over here.” Cpl. Dunn says, shining a flare at the presidential seal on the wall.

“You really think they’d let tourists into the real thing?” Foley remarks and Dunn shrugs. Foley leads everyone upstairs and past a Ranger yelling “Up the stairs! Up the stairs! Get to Whiskey Hotel!”

The sight when you get up is… depressing. America has fallen, the White House is practically gone. There’s Russians hanging their flag on it. Mortar holes on the lawn, Machine guns in trench lines full of dead bodies, and you just watched an 18 year old bleed out next to someone older than him and with the same last name. Probably his dad.

“Sounds like the party already started…” Dunn comments, which gets a “Stay Frosty” from Foley. You run through machine gun fire and get to Colonel Marshall, shouting to keep firing with the 240 Bravos.