Alexander Evans:Front Lines:I was on patrol with my squad, I gripped by gun, waiting for a Legion Ambush.
"Hey, Alex!" I heard a whisper from the back of me. I turned around, seeing a Private.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked him
"Private Anderson. Remember?" He asked me. Suddenly, I remembered him. He was the Private who was attached to our Division a week ago.
"Ah....Now what do you want?" I asked him.
"Whatca gonna do when you get on leave?" He asked me. I figured he hadn't been to New Vegas, so it would be hard to explain, but I did.
"I'm going to go to the Strip, probably Gomorrah or The Tops. Wait, how old are you?" I asked him
"I'm seventeen." He replied, I was shocked. The patrol continued without him saying a word to me. Then, the http://pics.livejournal.com/_consume_/pic/00219ya7 got a call.
"What? Ranger Station Omega? Wait, explain what happened?" The radioman said "WHAT? IT GOT ATTACKED?" The radioman turned to my CO
"Sir, Ranger Station Omega has been attacked. Some idiot with Power Armor and a squad of them is going to 'relieve' them." The radioman said
"What...the...[censored]? How did they get through?" The CO said
"The rats sneaked around our defenses, probably a reinforcement headed to Flagstaff." said the Radioman. The CO sat down on a rock, a abandoned trench behind him. He took his helmet off, scratching his hair.
"How?" He said to himself "I had a cousin there, shes probably dead. I'm going to make them pay!" He got up. He cocked hishttp://pandius.com/ThompsonM1A1VWM.jpg and looked around. I heard footsteps.
"TRUE TO CAESAR!!!" I heard someone scream. A group of ten legionaries came charging at us. The CO opened fire with his SMG, killing them all.
"BURN THE [censored] BODIES!" He hollered. We found a NCR truck, burnt out. It still had a gasoline tank, I grabbed it and doused the bodies with it.
"Sir." I said. He pulled out his cigar that was in his mouth, and threw it at the doused bodies. The bodies lit up in flames.
"Serves them right. [censored]in bastards!" he hollered.
***We arrived back at camp that morning. I went back into my tent, I pulled out stationery and started writing.
Dearest Anne,
It's been a damn long time since I've written you. Flagstaff got nuked, the Boomers dropped The Bomb on it. God willing, that rat Caesar is dead. I also heard that a Ranger Station got attacked. But onto matters, I might talk to O'Donnell or Moore if I can go onto leave to Goodsprings, I heard you guys built more houses and got a casino up and the School House was renovated. I'd love to see you again, its been too long. Hopefully the Legion won't storm us before I get the chance.
Yours Truly,
AlexanderI walked out of the tent, and into the mail shack.
"Hello sir!" Said the man their, saluting me.
"Cut the sir crap. Get this letter to Goodsprings." I handed him the letter and he stuffed it into a bag labeled 'Goodsprings'.
I walked back to my squad's tent. Some of the men were playing cards, one was reading a newspaper labeled 'The New Californian'. The rest were sleeping. I turned on the radio, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-p5B1WxOqs&feature=related, I smiled, thinking of New Vegas.
"Viva New Vegas...." I muttered under my breath.