Firebase Fuller – Jonathan POV
"Alright! You're good to go! That should be all the supplies you should need!" I heard the supply team yell at us. I stood up and checked over the given supplies, checking each item off the given checklist. 'Four Jungle Fatigue M1 Helmets? Check. Four standard Jungle Fatigue uniforms? Check. Four M16A1s? Check. Four M1911A1s? Check. Fifty 20-round 5.56 magazines? Check. Four spare M60 ammo belt boxes? Check...check...check...Alright! We have all the necessary gear.' I thought it was strange why we needed so much ammunition, but we were going to be transporting an HVT, so I wasn't about to question it. "Alright men!" I yelled to the Box-2 and 3 crews. "Get all your gear secure and get ready! We lift off in three mikes!" The crews quickly scrambled on and started getting their flight suits and helmets ready.
"What do you think we need all this gear for?" I heard Tommy ask, I turned to see him carefully inspecting his M16A1. "We have about enough ammo to supply an entire militia, and it's just a grab and deliver mission." He further speculated; I knew they would naturally be curious. "All I know is that we are transporting an HVT to this base, I know there are some parts you haven't been briefed on everything, but there are even some aspects that I haven't been briefed on, so I'm not sure just how big a deal this thing is, but it's got to be big." I carefully used the pre-rehearsed response I had been practicing. He turned to me, "You practice that last night?" He asked, we both shared a chuckle. Just then, the ATC controller came on in our headsets. "Box-1! We have a green light from Control! How copy over?" "Solid copy ATC, we are green light and ready to go, Box-2 and 3, start engines and follow in Vector, Echo, Echo formation! Over!" I reached up and switched on the power and heard the engine rumble to life. As the rotors began to gain momentum, I reached over to my R2R and put on a reel.
'No turning back now' I thought to myself, as we slowly ascended.
-Time Skip-
We were flying at around 3,000 feet, and the HVT was safely secured in the cargo area. On arrival, we were astonished by its appearance. And even more astounded by the amount of firepower it had. "Dude, I swear, one second that target was there, and next it was just gone!" No one would stop talking about how amazing this weapon was. We were still flying in VEE formation, and my ears were starting to hurt from all the blabbering in the comms. "When you are all done gossiping about that M60 on steroids, my ears will gladly stop bleeding." I said in an agitated tone, "You guys have been talking about that thing for the past 10 minutes, and we aren't even halfway to base. So, a bit of peace and quiet is all I ask for. Thank you!" I said, nearly shouting into the mic.
Everyone was quiet for a moment, most likely shocked by my outburst. "Hey uh Box-1, you alright? You send a bit...prickly." I sighed, "Look I'm sorry it's just that you folks have been going on and on about that thing for so long, and I know it's amazing, I do! It's just that after a while it gets kind of annoying." It was quiet for even longer before the others started talking about normal things. It was a bit awkward after my outburst. "Box Squadron this is Baseplate, radar shows unusual weather patterns on your way home, please advise on Lead Chopper navigational decision, over." I checked my radar, the entirety of the screen was clear, save for a few stray clouds here and there. I looked up. Apart from regular clouds, all was peaceful and normal. "Uh Baseplate can you advise on the distance of weather patterns from us? Over." I was still confused and based off the chatter from the choppers on either side of me, they were confused too.
"Box-1, weather patterns should be less than a klick in front of you, over." I did a double take to my radar and the sky in front of us. Nothing was there! The radar was clear, visual confirmation said nothing was there, what was going on? "Baseplate are you experiencing technical issues? We have visual confirmation that nothing is here, how copy?" "Negative Box-1, we have multiple tools confirming that something is dead ahead of you, over." "Baseplate that's impossible we are showing nothing on radar or visual confirmation, please double che-"
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Good Morning...2043?!
General FictionIt is currently 1973, the Vietnam War, and Captain Jonathan is a famous US pilot. With his trusty UH-1 helicopter, 'The Medic On Wings', he is capable of flying, solo, through heavy fire to rescue those who need it most. However, during a transport...
