Diaries of a wounded soldier, May 20, 2015:
I've been thinking on Operation Hot Jester, and I think that, as per the purpose of this diary, I should speak of it more. It was, as I mentioned in my initial entry, a gruesome mission. It was also a very long one, and by the time the team had returned, it was not only our heavy injuries bringing us down: exhaustion set in by the end of the mission.
At several times during Operation Hot Jester, I thought I would lead myself and my squad to our deaths. There were more firefights in this mission than in any other mission I'd been in before, and considering I've had a tour in Afghanistan back in 2008 and three tours in Iraq afterward before pursuing the Green Beret opportunity, I've seen my fair share of flying lead. Hot Jester put those to shame though: there's no comparison a FUBAR mission from a couple IEDs and Al Qaeda can have on fighting beings bred with their entirety for war. All Al Qaeda has is a vision. The aliens have a mission, a vision, proper training, genetic manipulation, and a fuckload of weapons way more advanced than ours.
I'm trying not to think about all of the details of Hot Jester. Sometimes, a soldier just needs to compartmentalize and move the fuck on. But, for the purpose of this diary, I will mention two separate times during the mission that should be noted. First, never underestimate the aliens' aim. Bear at one point, while having a height advantage, was hit with a shot from halfway across the ship by a suit. It hit her in a critical area, and I damn near thought she was dead. She kept going, thanks in large part to that incredible armor she's got, but had a few more scorches than any of us were comfortable with.
Later in the mission, we encountered the cyberdisk. There's little other way to describe the thing other than by saying it's a Transformer that got plated in chrome and instead of becoming a car from a robot, it goes from a disk to a robotic killing machine. It's got enough weapons to kill a city by itself and is evasive enough to not take a scratch while doing it. If the message isn't clear: exercise extreme fucking caution when confronting a cyberdisk. It shot up Zhang, and much like with bear, I thought he was gone. He pulled through, but it was only to barely evade being hit with the grenade the chrome bastard launched at the rest of us afterward. As can be surmised, most of us were caught up in the grenade blast, myself included. Bear did manage to punch the thing down, and with assistance of a few shots, it was destroyed. Of course, it wasn't done, and upon critical damage being taken the cyberdisk self-destructed dealing further damage to Bear. She survived, though how I have no idea.
We've recently become alerted to the existence of a counter group to X-COM, calling itself EXALT. Kind of an arrogant asshole name if you ask me. We've sent out Magoo to investigate further in England, and that makes sense enough to me. Being and English woman herself would definitely allow her to stay under cover more easily.
The only other noteworthy news (at least, as far as I'm concerned) around the base is of the genetics lab being close to completion. My friend from the science division tells me that Dr. Vahlen is incredibly pleased, and it's unnerving everyone who works with her. My friend told me that when she went to report to Vahlen, she found the doctor humming show tunes to herself while she dissected small pieces of alien flesh. Creepy as all hell. However, in light of this development, I've sent the nurse with the nice ass (Fuck being professional.) to the Commander with a note suggesting that, upon completion of the genetics lab and provided the appropriate resources, I immediately be placed in the program. I'm not very comfortable with the idea of Vahlen poking around in my body, but if I can get my body tweaked here and there to make myself a better soldier and help out the XCOM project, I'm more than willing to take that step.
Sooner or later, we're going to have to use the aliens' technology against them, and then they'll learn that when given an equal playing field, humanity fights hard, fights dirty, and in the end will sure as shit come out on top.