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the Air
Ambulance Company Commander.
“Lost Boys, we are ten mikes from your position. Pop smoke when you have us
in sight.”
“DOC! MEDEVAC INBOUND, five mikes!”
“Nick, we have other problems. Coming down the road.” I looked up to see Ahmed
firing at a group coming down Route 4 on the other side of the canal. They
scattered and started returning fire.
“Valkyrie, be advised, we are under fire. Hostiles are on the other side of the
canal, across the bridge, about three hundred meters west of my position.”
Another voice came over the radio. “Lost Boys, this is Foe Hammer 9. Keep
your heads down, boys.” Then I heard that wonderful ripping sound of a 30mm
cannon, and the road across the bridge erupted in a cloud of dust and explosive
rounds going off. The firing stopped.
“Foe hammer, good effects. LZ cleared. Thanks, over!”
“Lost Boys, this is Foe Hammer, anytime.
Foe Hammer out.” I heard the rotor blades of the MEDEVAC thumping their way up the valley, and
threw an smoke grenade.
“Valkerie, Orange smoke, over.”
“Roger, I copy Orange smoke.”
A battered UH-60 came thundering up the canal,
flared, and set down to the right of the smoke. I grabbed the IV bag. We helped
the Flight Medics set her on the litter, and I squeezed her hand one more
time, and she gave me a weak grin. As they strapped her in, I ran over to the
pilot’s side. Major McHale slid open the window. I reached in my hand and
grabbed his, showing him how thankful we were for his disobeying orders. He
yelled to me over the rotor wash.
“Your team saved my life, Nick, when we went down
over in Pittsfield. I repay my debts.”
“What about Colonel MacDonald?”
“Screw that shithead. He needs me more than I need
him.” He looked down, listening over his headset, gave me a thumbs-up and shut
the window. I ducked down and ran away to the side as he powered up. The UH-60 thundered
up into the sky and I watched them tip over and head back down the canal, the
rotor wash throwing up spray, the Apache providing top cover leading the way. I
followed them with my eyes until they disappeared around a bend.
“Is she going to make it, Doc?”
“I don’t know, Nick. She has internal bleeding, so
she is going to have to go straight into surgery. Fortunately, it was a small
caliber bullet, .25 I think. I don’t think it hit any bone and shattered. I
give her a fighting chance.”
“That’s all she would ask for, Doc, a fighting
chance. It’s all any of us have ever got.”
We shouldered our packs and moved on out across the
bridge.
Chapter 15 I opened up my iPhone and downloaded all my messages. Nothing on Brit’s
condition yet, but I knew as soon as she was out of surgery they would call us
on the radio. At the top of the list, with a HIGH PRIORITY and REQUEST RECEIPT,
was the FRAGO that I had been expecting.
FROM: [email protected]
TO: LOSTBOYS6@ TFEMPIRE.MIDATLCOM.MIL
CC: S3@ TFEMPIRE.MIDATLCOM.MIL; [email protected]; [email protected]
SUBJ: FRAGO 16 OPORDER 17-034 OPERATION HAWKEYE
REFERENCE: ENEMY ACTIVITY
TASK ORGANIZATION: IRREGULAR SCOUTS / TF
EMPIRE / U.S. ARMY / MIDATLANTIC COMMAND
1. SITUATION: Concentration of
Anti-American Forces vicinity Grid NF 4523-8734
2. MISSION: Determine Strength,
Activity, Location of suspected Anti- American Forces in and around NY State
Correctional Facility Great Meadows vicinity Grid NF 4523-8734
3. EXECUTION: NLT 201707130300 unit
will provide information to higher command to facilitate neutralization of
Anti-American Forces at designated location.
4. SUSTAINMENT: None
5. COMMAND / SIGNAL: PER OPERATIONS
ORDER 17-034 APPENDIX B Our original mission had been diverted, of course. LTC Jackass saw a chance
for action and glory. For once, however, we agreed. I hate cannibals. I had to
laugh at his “Anti-American Forces”. Someone was still stuck in the desert
fighting hajis.
We were already sitting in a hide site across the
canal from the
Ambulance Company Commander.
“Lost Boys, we are ten mikes from your position. Pop smoke when you have us
in sight.”
“DOC! MEDEVAC INBOUND, five mikes!”
“Nick, we have other problems. Coming down the road.” I looked up to see Ahmed
firing at a group coming down Route 4 on the other side of the canal. They
scattered and started returning fire.
“Valkyrie, be advised, we are under fire. Hostiles are on the other side of the
canal, across the bridge, about three hundred meters west of my position.”
Another voice came over the radio. “Lost Boys, this is Foe Hammer 9. Keep
your heads down, boys.” Then I heard that wonderful ripping sound of a 30mm
cannon, and the road across the bridge erupted in a cloud of dust and explosive
rounds going off. The firing stopped.
“Foe hammer, good effects. LZ cleared. Thanks, over!”
“Lost Boys, this is Foe Hammer, anytime.
Foe Hammer out.” I heard the rotor blades of the MEDEVAC thumping their way up the valley, and
threw an smoke grenade.
“Valkerie, Orange smoke, over.”
“Roger, I copy Orange smoke.”
A battered UH-60 came thundering up the canal,
flared, and set down to the right of the smoke. I grabbed the IV bag. We helped
the Flight Medics set her on the litter, and I squeezed her hand one more
time, and she gave me a weak grin. As they strapped her in, I ran over to the
pilot’s side. Major McHale slid open the window. I reached in my hand and
grabbed his, showing him how thankful we were for his disobeying orders. He
yelled to me over the rotor wash.
“Your team saved my life, Nick, when we went down
over in Pittsfield. I repay my debts.”
“What about Colonel MacDonald?”
“Screw that shithead. He needs me more than I need
him.” He looked down, listening over his headset, gave me a thumbs-up and shut
the window. I ducked down and ran away to the side as he powered up. The UH-60 thundered
up into the sky and I watched them tip over and head back down the canal, the
rotor wash throwing up spray, the Apache providing top cover leading the way. I
followed them with my eyes until they disappeared around a bend.
“Is she going to make it, Doc?”
“I don’t know, Nick. She has internal bleeding, so
she is going to have to go straight into surgery. Fortunately, it was a small
caliber bullet, .25 I think. I don’t think it hit any bone and shattered. I
give her a fighting chance.”
“That’s all she would ask for, Doc, a fighting
chance. It’s all any of us have ever got.”
We shouldered our packs and moved on out across the
bridge.
Chapter 15 I opened up my iPhone and downloaded all my messages. Nothing on Brit’s
condition yet, but I knew as soon as she was out of surgery they would call us
on the radio. At the top of the list, with a HIGH PRIORITY and REQUEST RECEIPT,
was the FRAGO that I had been expecting.
FROM: [email protected]
TO: LOSTBOYS6@ TFEMPIRE.MIDATLCOM.MIL
CC: S3@ TFEMPIRE.MIDATLCOM.MIL; [email protected]; [email protected]
SUBJ: FRAGO 16 OPORDER 17-034 OPERATION HAWKEYE
REFERENCE: ENEMY ACTIVITY
TASK ORGANIZATION: IRREGULAR SCOUTS / TF
EMPIRE / U.S. ARMY / MIDATLANTIC COMMAND
1. SITUATION: Concentration of
Anti-American Forces vicinity Grid NF 4523-8734
2. MISSION: Determine Strength,
Activity, Location of suspected Anti- American Forces in and around NY State
Correctional Facility Great Meadows vicinity Grid NF 4523-8734
3. EXECUTION: NLT 201707130300 unit
will provide information to higher command to facilitate neutralization of
Anti-American Forces at designated location.
4. SUSTAINMENT: None
5. COMMAND / SIGNAL: PER OPERATIONS
ORDER 17-034 APPENDIX B Our original mission had been diverted, of course. LTC Jackass saw a chance
for action and glory. For once, however, we agreed. I hate cannibals. I had to
laugh at his “Anti-American Forces”. Someone was still stuck in the desert
fighting hajis.
We were already sitting in a hide site across the
canal from the
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