Missing in Action
Our chopper crashed with a screeching yell and smashed to the dark Afghanistan ground. The copilot and gunners bodies were lying lifeless in their seat. We left the broken bird and took cover by the rocks to brave the impending explosion which soon rocked the valley's floor.
The fire and smoke definitely announced our position to the Taliban, we had to get away. The dimmed light emitting from the burning chopper revealed a small village not far from us, we started moving. At the village outskirt, we heard an engine. The sound was getting louder. We took cover when an enemy jeep race out from the village. We opened fire. The driver was immediately killed and passengers started to leave the vehicle, quickly torn to shreds by our fire. I picked up an RPG18 as we heard another vehicle approaching. Now it was armed with s Deshka gun. I fired my new RPG-18, missed, and the driver banked hard to the right and climbed the hill. Other team members' fire took out the gunner and we entered the village. I managed to contact the combat search and rescue team and told them that we think we are in the Nygul valley.
We came under fire quickly, and took cover in the small mud huts, returning fire. The wait for the extraction chopper was long, but it finally arrived. We deployed a smoke grenade to mark the street and the small helicopter descended to the ground, its engine and blades cutting the air masking my commands - I was walking by my team members and shouting in their ears to board. The chopper couldn't take the all of us, so we had to keep some guys on the ground. I intended to keep three guys with me and let the others go, but the chopper was quickly filled and only Gwynbleid and I were left. The chopper took off and silence fell on the village.
Gwyn and I hunkered down in a small building who had two doors, each of us covered one of them, ready to fire on any insurgent unlucky enough to enter. From time to time we peaked out of the windows and saw silhouettes approaching the building, we took them out before they arrived. We had to hold tight until the chopper loaded off the guys in the base and returned to us.
Suddenly, we heard what sounded like a squeak of a door opening. We asked each other if it was one of the doors on the ground floor but it wasn't. I told Gwyn that this shit is starting to get scary, and immediately after I saw an armed guy climbing down the stairs that lead to the second floor. He opened up and I returned fire. Amazed, I saw him dropped to the floor and realized that I keep on standing.
The chopper was on its way back, I tried to get in touch with the armed chopper but couldn't reach it. Earlier I heard what sounded like anti-air fire and feared it got shot down. I warned the transport bird that there might be AA weapons nearby and kept on waiting.
It finally arrived. We popped another smoke shell and heard the chopper lowering altitude. When dust started to kick-up we ran out the door. I saw the chopper. Suddenly, and man image emerged from behind it, I opened fire as I moved and cut it down with four rounds. I had one bullet left in my rifle.
We both boarded the aircraft and the chopper lifted off. A rail of green tracer rounds came from the chopper's left, Alwarren the pilot immediately descended to the ground, only several meters before crashing, evading the AA nest fire from below. After a few minutes, we were back in base in one piece.
Our chopper crashed with a screeching yell and smashed to the dark Afghanistan ground. The copilot and gunners bodies were lying lifeless in their seat. We left the broken bird and took cover by the rocks to brave the impending explosion which soon rocked the valley's floor.
The fire and smoke definitely announced our position to the Taliban, we had to get away. The dimmed light emitting from the burning chopper revealed a small village not far from us, we started moving. At the village outskirt, we heard an engine. The sound was getting louder. We took cover when an enemy jeep race out from the village. We opened fire. The driver was immediately killed and passengers started to leave the vehicle, quickly torn to shreds by our fire. I picked up an RPG18 as we heard another vehicle approaching. Now it was armed with s Deshka gun. I fired my new RPG-18, missed, and the driver banked hard to the right and climbed the hill. Other team members' fire took out the gunner and we entered the village. I managed to contact the combat search and rescue team and told them that we think we are in the Nygul valley.
We came under fire quickly, and took cover in the small mud huts, returning fire. The wait for the extraction chopper was long, but it finally arrived. We deployed a smoke grenade to mark the street and the small helicopter descended to the ground, its engine and blades cutting the air masking my commands - I was walking by my team members and shouting in their ears to board. The chopper couldn't take the all of us, so we had to keep some guys on the ground. I intended to keep three guys with me and let the others go, but the chopper was quickly filled and only Gwynbleid and I were left. The chopper took off and silence fell on the village.
Gwyn and I hunkered down in a small building who had two doors, each of us covered one of them, ready to fire on any insurgent unlucky enough to enter. From time to time we peaked out of the windows and saw silhouettes approaching the building, we took them out before they arrived. We had to hold tight until the chopper loaded off the guys in the base and returned to us.
Suddenly, we heard what sounded like a squeak of a door opening. We asked each other if it was one of the doors on the ground floor but it wasn't. I told Gwyn that this shit is starting to get scary, and immediately after I saw an armed guy climbing down the stairs that lead to the second floor. He opened up and I returned fire. Amazed, I saw him dropped to the floor and realized that I keep on standing.
The chopper was on its way back, I tried to get in touch with the armed chopper but couldn't reach it. Earlier I heard what sounded like anti-air fire and feared it got shot down. I warned the transport bird that there might be AA weapons nearby and kept on waiting.
It finally arrived. We popped another smoke shell and heard the chopper lowering altitude. When dust started to kick-up we ran out the door. I saw the chopper. Suddenly, and man image emerged from behind it, I opened fire as I moved and cut it down with four rounds. I had one bullet left in my rifle.
We both boarded the aircraft and the chopper lifted off. A rail of green tracer rounds came from the chopper's left, Alwarren the pilot immediately descended to the ground, only several meters before crashing, evading the AA nest fire from below. After a few minutes, we were back in base in one piece.
The fewer men, the greater share of honor