"Here we go, Comrades! I want a perimeter established along the beachhead. We'll secure this site before moving further inland. I don't want any mistakes, men. You might've passed boot camp, but this is the real shit. You get shot, you're dead, and if you aren't dead I'm going to kick your ass!" shouted the officer.
"Yes, Comrade!" shouted the troops in unison. The ramp fell, and the soldiers bustled onto the shore with weapons drawn, spades ready.
Hundreds of Republican Guardsmen swiftly dug themselves into trenches, machine guns and rifles at the ready, every eye warily watching the jungle tree line for any sign of the enemy.
By nightfall, however, many of the rookies had begun to relax. The rumble over the horizon was only briefly heard by several men, who gazed to the skies ponderously. The roar became louder, and murmurs spread throughout the trenches before the crack of an explosion ripping through sand and mud just behind the trench line sent conscipts flying to the deck with hands over their necks. Several conscipts, fulfilling their duty out of fear of their officers moreso than death, brought forward several SA-7 Grail, waiting for the fighters to turn back to strafe the trench. A heavy cannon ripped through sand near the trench and a MiG-29 flew overhead, several streams of smoke strailing after it as the low budget anti-air missiles struggled to strike their target.
A soldier radio'd the fleet, desperate for assistance. "We need air support now!"
"There are no air fields to launch fighters from."
"Then give us some god damned missiles!"
"Hold out until nightfall, then proceed into the jungle and establish further encampments there."
After several more minutes of waiting, several more missiles streaked through the air, more sophisticated than the simple MANPADs. Sachsen-class frigates had moved in to support the Guardsmen on the beach, and by nightfall all 6,000 soldiers had landed, digging themselves into the jungle. The other 8,000 soldier lay not far behind.
Casualties:
KIA: 4
WIA: 28
MIA: 1