by James Kitson

© 1993 All Rights Reserved

 

A band of fog covered the city as the 12th battalion of the Second Marine division advanced into a southern Chicago suburb. Corporal John Riley came up in the rear of his advance scouting platoon which would be the first government unit in the city since the war began. riley was tired after finishing four days of fighting in which he had been lucky to get five hours of rest, not st say sleep. the last two days of fighting had been fought in the rain and the low-hanging clouds that had swept in from Lake Michigan reek of the smoke that came off the burning building and supply dumps that government artillery and aircraft had spent the last week hammering with intense bombardment. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…