After about an hour into our slow, quiet approach, my radio crackled in my ear piece with an incoming call — I always carried my own radio.
“Viper, Steel Rain, standby for an incoming message,” a voice from our overwatch said.
Steel Rain, Viper Six, standby one,” I replied.
I caught up with and tapped our slack man telling him to have our point find a secluded space to hold up in. We made our way into another dense patch of leafy bushes and set ourselves in a circular perimeter.
“Steel Rain, Viper Six, go ahead with transmission,” I said once we were settled.
“Viper, your mission is an abort, repeat, your mission is an abort, acknowledge,” the radio operator said.
“Steel Rain, copy abort,” I replied.
Another voice came on the radio, “Viper Six, you are being redirected. Proceed to your infil landing zone for pickup. Assets will be on station in thirty mikes. Will you be able to comply?” The new voice said.
I thought for a moment looking at the map. We’d be able to make it but we wouldn’t be as quiet on the way out as we were on the way in. “Roger that, Steel Rain, we’ll be there,” I answered.
“Viper Six, you are being redirected to assist an Army unit that has come under fire. You’re the closest. Further instructions and material will be provided upon pickup, out, acknowledge.”
An Army unit? What the hell is an Army unit doing out here? I thought as I pressed the mic button, “Copy. Viper Six, out.”
“Okay guys, we’re turning it around. Apparently we have to go rescue an Army unit that has strayed too far from home. We’ll have more info enroute,” I told the team and directed the point to take us back to the infil landing zone for pickup in thirty minutes.
We made it to the field with only minutes to spare. “Viper, Eagle inbound for pickup, five minutes out,” the radio crackled as we laid up in the surrounding trees.
“Eagle, copy, we’re on the north side and all is quiet,” I responded.
A minute passed. “Viper, Eagle, pop smoke.”
I readied and tossed a smoke canister into the grassy field. A hiss and then purple smoke began streaming up into the still air. “I’ve got grape smoke,” our pickup pilot said.
“Copy grape, Eagle,” I verified.
The faint sound of a helicopter entered the area and it soon flashed over the treetops to settle onto the field. We dashed out of the tree line and boarded quickly. The Black Hawk lifted off immediately.
I settled in next to the crew chief. “What’s the skinny?” I asked shouting at the helmeted chief.
“Sir, an Army squad was ambushed and forced into a clearing. You’ll be landing here,” the crew chief said pointing at a map which he then handed to me. He then showed me where the unit was under fire. “We’ll be landing your team a few klicks to the north in another open field and make your way south.”
“Assets?” I asked meaning what assets would we have available or were on their way.
“None, sir,” he replied. “Other than the assets for your insertion and subsequent pickup that is. We have more transport units on the way.”
I looked at the map and then the chopper we were in. “We can’t go in for a direct pickup. The LZ is too hot,” the chief said seeing where my thoughts were going.
“What about using the door gunners for support?” I ask as we gained altitude. The roar of the wind through the open door was forcing us to shout.
“No can do, sir. ROE — rules of engagement. We can’t directly support with helicopter assets,” he answered.
Stupid fucking rules! Engagement is engagement. Apologize later, I thought looking over the map again. Well, nothing I can do about it so might as well get the info we need.
“What’s an Army unit doing out here?” I asked.
“They’re apparently a squad training indigenous folks. They were ambushed while conducting a patrol with their trainees,” he answered.
“Casualties?”
“Unknown, sir,” he answers passing me another piece of paper. “Contact call signs, freqs and authentication codes. Exfil assets will be on standby.”
“Okay, thanks, chief,” I said and proceeded to brief the team on the mission, insertion, and route of march.
“We’ll head south from our infil and make a plan once we get there and ascertain the situation. No firing unless we’re spotted or fired upon. I’d rather not make our presence known right away,” I said as the helicopter dropped down to nap of the earth flying. Our insertion was to be a field in a small valley several klicks north of the entrapped unit.
We were inserted into the field and made our way south through the double canopy jungle with open areas in the next valley. As we neared the last ridge between us and the trapped unit, we began to pick up gunfire on the other side of the small ridge line. It sounded like all hell was breaking loose on the poor unfortunate souls trapped in the open. The gunfire sounded mostly like AK-47’s but we hear the occasional sound of an M-16 drift in.
“Okay, slow and steady,” I told our point and we headed quietly up the ridge.
The sound of gunfire increased dramatically when we neared the top. Cresting the ridge, the faint smell of gunpowder mixed with it. The dense undergrowth of the jungle thinned on the other side. We halted and I saw out an outcropping of rock to the side. I signaled toward the rocks and our point led us there. We crept on our stomachs out onto the small outcropping looking south. I directed the team to angle claymores to our east and west with an additional one to our rear.
Close to the edge of the flat surface of the rocky ledge, its hot surface burning my chest and stomach through my shirt, I was afforded a view of the area. Directly below us to the south was an open, grassy field. Well, once even grassier but the volume of fire and steel filling the air had mowed quite a bit of that down. The field itself was full of small hilly areas. Behind the small rises in the field were the prone bodies of soldiers firing into the surrounding tree lines. If not for the presence of the small hills, the unit below would probably had been overrun in short order as the volume of fire coming from tree lines on three sides was intense. Green tracers sped through the open area thick enough to walk on. Red tracers sped out from the soldiers in the field. It looked like a laser battle. Smoke from the gunfire lingered on the edges of the field and within it.
To the east, minimal gunfire was being directed into the field and that caught my attention. I pointed to the area and we backed off the ledge.
“Let’s make our way to the east and see if it’s is clear. We’ll pull the unit through that way if it is and conduct a fighting withdrawal to the LZ. I’m assuming there are casualties so we may have to divert or stall those following,” I said once we were clear and our claymores pulled in.
“So we’ll assist from outside the lines? Clearing a hole for them to get through?” The assistant team leader asked.
“That’s the plan,” I said. The smiles were thin but there nonetheless. See, there’s nothing like coming up behind a force and surprising the shit out of them. Especially seeing we had suppressed weapons. They’d never know we were there and it was my plan to keep it that way. I dialed in the freq given to us.
“Atlas 21, this is Viper, over,” I called whispering. Blank airspace greeted my attempt at communication.
“Atlas 21, this is Viper Six, over,” I called a moment later. Again, no reply.
I switched frequencies back. “Eagle, this is Viper, over.”
“Viper, Eagle, go ahead,” came the response.
“I can’t make contact with Atlas 21. Confirm the freqs we were given are accurate,” I said.