June 9, 1995, dawn.
The morning fog on the Texas southern border had not yet fully dissipated when the dull roar of engines pierced the silence.
Along the vast desert and the winding Rio Grande, a massive steel flood was crossing the border, its tracks and wheels stirring up a cloud of dust.
The invasion of the Mexican Army...
Wait, no, how can acts of justice be called an invasion?
The Comanche elder from who knows where said he hoped the "Royal Army" would reclaim what belongs to Texas!
No declaration of war, no ultimatum.
Less than six hours after Paul's impassioned national speech in Austin, the long-prepared First and Second Mechanized Infantry Divisions of the Eastern Group Army of Mexico, like beasts unleashed, crossed the Mo-Te border from multiple points.
Their attack axis unmistakably aimed at the heart of Texas's southern wealth: the deep-water port of Corpus Christi guarding the Gulf of Mexico, the critical border towns of Laredo, and Brownsville.
