My thanks to those that gave me so much help with this story. The technical help, my two friends gave me was invaluable. The two people that pulled my words apart and put them in the right places, good work, it actually reads better than I wrote it. Thank you so much.
I understand that you the reader will be saying, it's about time. Guess what, I agree with you. Please enjoy your read.
Hello old friend...
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We were all on edge, things had gone well for us over the last few weeks. The signal to return too base came, and other than acknowledge it, I had to keep my people from thinking about home. To drop our guard now would get us all killed, we were still three days from our lines, two if we went in a straight line and that's the one thing we never did.
My navigator always zigzagged us to our destination.
Most of us spotted the column of smoke rising in the distance at the same time, the sound of a gun battle was traveling with the mid-afternoon breeze. We stopped and cut our engines, the gunfire got a little louder then.
Removing my face mask and using the chance, I drank from my water bottle. I have been dreaming about ice cold water for the last week. Now I was within three days of a cold glass of the stuff, someone is having a mini war directly on our route.
My binoculars were useless in this heat haze. "Conner."
"Sir?"
"Send up a drone; show me what's going on over there."
The rest of my team dismounted and set up a loose defensive position around the vehicles. While Conner pulled a drone from one of the storage compartments gave it a quick battery check and started her up. It hovered in front of his face for a moment before his thumbs went to work on the control panel.
I took another sip of water and went and stood behind Conner as he looked at the screen in front of him. Conner was in hog heaven when I brought drones with us on this trip, he even announced that since he was a pilot, then he should be the one to use them. I had to admit, he sure had a knack with them, so I left him in charge of all three and so far we still had three in our arsenal, because he cared for them as though they were his own.
We both seemed to groan at the same time, the screen zoomed in and the insignia of a downed air force helicopter came into focus. Conner zoomed out slightly and we watched as the battle raged around the wreckage. He zoomed further back, and we could see that the people from the helicopter were outnumbered by a good two to one. It was then the drone went all weird; it arched back and forth and then spun out of control, even though Conner frantically tried to correct every erratic movement it made.
We both watched as the big rock the camera was focused on smashed the drone to pieces. I looked at Conner and he looked really pissed.
"They have thrown an electronic field around that downed bird Sir; they don't want those troops to get a signal out. If they managed to get a distress call out while the bird was still in the air, then fine. Now it's on the ground, those folks are in the shit and their going to be picked off one by one."
Either way, if the insignia on that downed helicopter was anything to go by, our people needed help. I ordered my radio operator to break our own radio silence and request help or new orders. The first signal that came back was a denial that any helicopter was in our area. Conner rewound the memory of the drone's flight and my radio operator sent the helicopters number in return of an answer.
It was another ten minutes before my radio operator tore his headset off his head and looked at me. He then reached for his pad and pencil while flipping a switch on the side of the radio, to activate the inbuilt speaker on the radio. What followed was a series of numbers interspersed with two 'confirm my last' requests.
Andy Donaldson was the best radio guy I knew and even he hesitated in handing me the sheet of paper. "Its priority one, Sir. You're eyes only."
Those around me, moved further away. This wasn't their business, until I told them it was. I took ten minutes to un-code the signal; it then took another minute or so and some really deep breaths to stop my world from spinning out of control.
"Zulu 27. Transport on ghost route back to base. Sierra-Tango's Alpha on transport along with protection detail. Change of orders, rescue all and return to base with haste, out."
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.
"CONNER."
"Sir?
"Get another drone up there; keep it out of range of that damn jammer. I want exact locations of all hostiles where possible."
He waited in case I wanted to add to my order. When I glared at him, he was off like a rabbit with its ass on fire.
I then looked at Andy and said. "Acknowledge and then shut down and go to listen only mode."
Andy was already nodding his head and placing his headphones back on. By now Turk was standing beside me. Turk was my Sergeant Major, he told me his full name once, only once. I just stared at him open mouthed; I was thinking how was I going learn that and not look stupid every time I got it wrong. He burst out laughing and told me that I could call him Turk or Sergeant Major. I bought him a beer later that day as a thank you.
He knew something was up, more so when I pulled my map out of its protective cover and placed it on my vehicle, and he followed me to the hood of my vehicle.
"Orders from Area Command. We have to extract those trapped in that ambush and run like hell back to our lines."
He always seemed to take things like this in his stride; he even confirmed my opinion when he said. "Just another day at the office then?"
"Oh, I've saved the best until last Sergeant Major; Colonel Knowles is in the middle of that firefight."
That pulled him up short and he looked at me and smiled. "What are the odds of Charlie being in the protection detail?"
He heard me let out a sigh.
"Better than even, I would guess, Sergeant Major. Way better than even."