I was getting deployed after 2 weeks coming back home from the rescue mission.
I was siting in 1 of the 3 Blackhawks ready to take off for a raid on a very big furry/zoophile cartel, about 70 of 'em.
My squad leader looked at the battle plan for one more time and then putting it away in his pocket. Our two Blackhawk pilots got inside of the Blackhawk still drinking their coffee.
-5 more minutes until departure, standby. Said one of the pilots.
I was thinking of how is the A.F.M.G. so big and rich to get tons of helicopters, planes, vehicles. I mean, they must been paid well after all they did...
The Blackhawk pilots started up the engines of the helicopter, the propeller starting to spin faster and faster, the engines getting louder and louder, and then after a bit of time passing by, my squad leader said:
-Hold on chaps were taking off.
-YEEHAW. Said one of our sqaud members after the helicopter lifting off the ground making everyone in the squad laugh.
Some time passed and we left the airspace of the F.O.B. i was stationed. Never seen the day i would participate on a full scale operation. After a 15 minutes out of the 1 hour ride i would hear loud beeping noises coming from the cockpit, the pilots were talking to the radio telling the other pilots that our squad helicopter was getting locked by an Air to Air missile system. Our squad froze into place after hearing were getting locked on my and Air to Air missile system... I would hear chaff/flare dispenser going off. But it was to no avail, our helicopter was struck by a missile on the back rotor, our Blackhawk started spinning out of control.
-MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY. The pilots said screaming into the radio.
-HOLY SHIT, BRACE FOR IMPACT CHAPS. Our squad leader said screaming.
In a blink of an eye, the helicopter hit the ground. Id hear in what's left of the radio:
-Blackhawk down, Blackhawk down.
The remaining two helicopters scattered, i would see them deploying their chaff/flares as they were leaving quickly to not get hit by a missile. The 2 pilots and 2 crew chiefs were dead, the other 11 combat personnel were still alive some of them half dead, the combatants that were alive and well would rush to the half dead team members. After a half an hour passed we got all people outside and our 2 medics stitched the wounded combatants. I would look at the squad leader.
-Ay man I'm the radioman, do you want me to radio HQ? Id ask the squad leader.
-Is there anything else you would wanna do? Squad leader said, clearly pissed about the incident.
-Ok sir ill do that right now. Id say, understanding the squad leaders anger.
Id radio the HQ and called in an extraction, problem is... were in the middle of nowhere. Id look at my map, since my GPS broke on impact when the helicopter hit the ground. Id see that our location wasn't marked on the map.
-Welp, that's a big problem. Id say to myself.
Id pull out my compass and look at the map and saw that west there is supposed to be a bunker on the open field.
-Fuckin' hell. Id lean back on the ground smiling knowing there was a chance of an extraction.
Part 2 coming soon...
