Harry stomped out of the plane, excited to finally be seeing some action, "Alright, lemme at 'em! We'll show these extraterrestrial sumbitches what some good ol' American exceptionalism can do!"
He took in the devastated cityscape- chunks blown out of buildings, bits of shrapnel and god knows what else embedded in the ground, a tattered, deflated soccer ball rotting in a collapsed goal, a silent witness to the destruction the aliens had wrought. the scorched and warped frame of a civilian jeep say sulking in an alleyway, canvas roof flapping quietly in the wind. They had said this territory belonged to the invaders, but it belonged only to death.
His leg servoes hummed as they came to life once again, "I'll go... I'll check for survivors.", he mumbled, walking towards one of the homes.