Personal log, RLSgt3 Curtys Anasaz/ TRB2 Wire record translation/ RLDMR 18:00 hours, July 6th 1944 Tomorrow at 04:30 hours PBT we drop into enemy held territory southwest of Madrid. This will be my first real combat drop. We are told that Rommel is expecting us - and I am a little worried about that - but what really has me worried is the supply situation: the '45 with our proton pulse rifles was taken out over the mid-Atlantic by a V5 launched from a U-boat. Without the PPRs we'll all have to drop with .75 Autos and Kirby ATs. This is no way for a TR to kick butt. Two other teams are dropping with us - a total of 540 men. Each team is 180 TRs and three teams make up one TR Unit. My team is Beta2. Commander Tonya tells us that only 300 of us are expected to survive the mission. I should be sleeping now - but I can't. 04:15 hours, July 7th 1944 We are 15 minutes from drop. The bad news is that the mission was not scrubbed. The good news is that new PPR's arrived 5 minutes before our '45 taxied onto the runway. Even though the weapons are new and un-tested, we all have faith in them: an OWS device has never failed in the field. Even so we don't plan on leaving the other weapons behind. 04:45 hours, July 7th 1944 What a relief! All 180 of my team are on the ground and still alive. A couple guys got a little mangled by flak and this guy named Willy broke both legs when he augured into a tree. There are rumors of one or two major injuries in the other teams. But wow! What a trip! I want to put it all down on wire - but it will have to wait. We're positioned in a broad wedge formation about half a mile wide. In five minutes we cut through enemy lines and into the direction of Madrid. We will then link up with four other TR units that dropped earlier on the other side of the city. The plan is to have Madrid secured by 18:00 hours tonight. In the meantime several '45s have been softening up the turf between us and Madrid - namely the Krauts - with High IQ Gravity Bombs and 150mm Proton Pulse Cannon fire. We should meet very little resistance. One of the TRs - I think her name is Pat - accidentally looked at one of the PPC beams without her blankers. She's now at the infirmary with ice packs over her eyes. Doc says she'll be out of the war for three months. 07:00 hours, July 7th 1944 We're on the very outskirts of Madrid now. We've been dealing with sporadic enemy fire for the past two hours. I caught a round of something in the armor over my right shoulder blade. Hurt like hell! Jeeves - my good buddy and ballistics expert - took some quick measurements of the divot in my armor with that damn Tesla Imager he's always showing off. Said what hit me was a 200 grain bullet traveling at 950 miles per hour. 07:10 hours, July 7th 1944 This is bad. One of our '45s was taken out by a German flying disk equipped with some sort of high-energy beam weapon. The '45 went down in the heart of Madrid. Beta2 has been selected to go in ASAP to recover survivors 08:50 hours, July 7th 1944 There were no survivors. Hell! We barely identified any remains at all. Whatever the beam was that hit the '45 vaporized about sixty-percent of the hull. We collected several "beam-cut" parts for metallurgical analysis. 09:30 hours, July 7th 1944 We have secured four blocks of the city and are now dug in to what used to be a market place. Commander Tonya tells us that the other TR units are now pushing into the city and that Rommel is pulling his forces northward. CT emphasized that the Krauts are not retreating and that we still have a long way to go in kicking the Hun out of Spain. In a more subdued tone he told us that the flying disk that took out our '45 was of a design totally unknown to Command - something Hitler and his goons have managed to hide from the rest of the world. [Of course German flying disks are not new. In Boot, during some HMA class, I read about one disk spotted by TSE over the Florida Keys - probably on maneuvers out of Cuba. The craft was reported to have an upper-limit speed of 900 miles per hour and 360 degrees of spatial movement. The text I read made no mention of possible armament.] CT went on to tell us that the disk we encountered today was probably a prototype. He said, "Hitler knows we're going to kick his ass. He's panicking. The German army - including Rommel's own troops - are in disarray. The Luftwaffe either no longer exists or is in hiding. Now they're tossing last-ditch stuff our way."