Russian General American Pestro Analysis

Russian General Gregor Alexei Pestro stood alone on the beach at Tybee Island Georgia. Just 15 miles east of Savannah, he watched as several landing craft rambled onto the beach from transport vessels at sea that brought them here from Mother Russia. Tank-like treads rattled with the moan of diesel engines as the bobbing heads of his comrades-in-arms held a salute for their general. From here, the landing vehicles would transport troops and supplies to Hunter Army Air Field just a bit south of Midtown Savannah.
Gregor glanced down to his boots in the thought it was those Russian boots that were the first to hit the beach in America. It was an old pair of boots, proud and destined to be forever remembered by his and all generations to behold in a Russian Military

“Один маленький шаг для человека, один гигантский шаг для России.”
So far, of what he’d seen of America, he cared for not. Was it not for his brothers in arms they would conquer and divide? Perhaps no; if events like today had not happened, it would not go as planned. Yet now that it has, the next phase will put in place a one world power. What was in store for America did not include Abdul Medina. In the first order, the White House will be razed along with Medina inside. The appearance of him and his countrymen’s camel shit will have no discern.
Gregor’s thoughts broke as he watched an open-topped Caterpillar vehicle roll down a ramp of the last landing vehicle. Gregor smiled. An American factory in Russia built a vehicle that ultimately served Mother Russia against the will of her namesake. She was a beautiful machine. 4X4 with heavy-duty tires, suited for all types of terrain. Her newly modified 3208 cat engines were compact and light. Fitted with dual exhaust stacks and an intake snorkel to make amphibian crawling through American swamplands possible, she was hard to look away