Portland Port, Southern beachhead.
The steel ramp of the first batch of landing craft heavily crashed onto the beach mixed with sand and shells.
Mexican Marine Corps soldiers, wearing M1 helmets, swarmed out of the craft, quickly dispersing into platoons, advancing towards the shore in combat formation.
The salty sea breeze carried a pungent smell as it rushed towards them.
"First platoon to the left, capture the abandoned lighthouse ahead! Second platoon to the right, control that damaged warehouse area. Third platoon, follow me, and establish a forward command post! Quick! Quick! Quick!"
Major Canino, commander of the First Battalion of the First Marine Regiment, was half-squatting beside an AAV-7 amphibious armored vehicle that had just rushed ashore, scanning the port facilities ahead through binoculars. The anticipated beachhead resistance fire never appeared, only a few seabirds were startled, circling and calling in the sky.
