Metalheadz

Unexpected tragedy

When we got to the airport port, we hopped on the AC-130 that 'Dog fixed up a few years back. It's tail was redone to make it fly  straight and true through any storm. It's wings were rebuilt since it had many bullet holes thanks to enemy anti-aircraft guns. The cockpit only need to get new glass and 'Dog made it more easier to get out if crap hits the fan. We had our personal areas on the plane that were either​ for privacy or to show off our military skills. Mine had all of my equipment from all missions we went on together and my medals from my Korea tour of duty. Preacher had the right wing which needed to be replaced. He loved his collection of Eminem, crosses and his old Bible he kept from when he was a kid. Cowboy had the left wing that had to be repaired. He always kept his old squad mates dog tags from demolition​ squad that died before and after the war ended. Shootist had the back cargo area that was hiding maybe a few hundred rifles and a lot of ammo that was stashed underneath the metal floor. Only 'Dog had the cockpit that had a few pictures of his heroes and loved ones he lost before he went to Korea. We all lost love ones before, but 'Dog lost his inspirations, heroes, family, and blood. I looked around me to see 'Dog putting in a CD to play a very good song. "Are you gonna go my way" the song played. 'Dog loved his Lenny Kravitz ever since he was a kid. "Put on some Johnny Cash" Cowboy loved his Johnny. All 'Dog did is give him the bird and continued to listen to Kravitz. We all just sat around to get back home to do what we do best: never exist. We never did fit back in the real world after Korea. We all had something from there that made us cry or made us try to kill innocent people in public with a lot of people staring at us. Preacher cracked at kids that were making too much noise and made him think of bullets flying at him from an AK-12 Assault rifle​. Cowboy nearly killed his farm hand that accidentally used a branding iron that sounded like his old friend getting tortured. Shootist spent 5 years in prison for involuntary manslaughter when he heard a boom from his truck. I still can't hear anything that can make me go all crazy that gives off sounds of enemy laughter. 'Dog has it but never wants to talk about it since "It doesn't really matter now" he keeps on saying over and over at the VA near the airport. 'Dog always care about are health but never cared about his. It was maybe around 16:30 when a loud beep came from the cockpit that made us jump to the top of the ceiling. "What's happening Guarddog;?" I yelled. He looked at the screen and was scared of what it could be: javelin missiles. "Get your parachutes ready!!" he ordered. 'Dog was never scared of any missiles except for javelins. We grabbed our parachutes near my area(I don't trust Shootist anymore since Austria). 'Dog used the flares he had to make the missile blind from the plane. "It'll take time to get another one at us, so you have to get out now" he always cared about us. We all jump from the plane, except 'Dog who still flew the plane, to see we're parachuting into Central America about 1500 miles from Panama. How did a javelin get to us from Panama? Or did the javelin get shot off here? It didn't matter now all we had to do is survive in El Salvador. 'boom'! The plane blew up with a fireball right in front of it. I can only see 4 parachutes, not fire. Is 'Dog still in the plane or did he already bailout when I wasn't looking. 'boom'. Another explosion 'Dog always said no one could survive 2 explosions, maybe 1. It took us about 5 minutes to get to the ground but it felt like hours to get to the crash site. Debris was everywhere, fire, and a bunch of scavengers trying to take parts of the plane and our guns that weren't destroyed. It only took 3 shots in the air to scare them off.
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e all heard a faint scream of pain near the cockpit that was burning on the outside, not on the inside. 'Dog was just lying near the left wing of the plane. I know it's the left because 'Dog tagged​ it to have eagle's wings while the right had a demon wing. He had a piece of glass in his gut that had to be the size of an baseball in width and a his 11" knife in height. We all ran towards him but he just smiled as we cried out "Guarddog!!!" It was too late the gas from the wing mixed with the fire from the cockpit igniting a big firework explosion. His gun is all we found after the explosion destroyed half the crash​ site. 'You fully filled the gas tanks on the plane 'Dog ' I thought to myself. "What now leader?" asked Preacher. I looked at them with tears in my eyes and no holding back my emotions. Cowboy picked up his charred teammate's dog tags. Preacher picked up his burnt leather back Bible off the ground. "We retire" I hung my head. "Why?" asked Shootist. "We lost our brother, today"