Tales of the Ranch Operation Eris
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TTAALLEESS OOFF TTHHEE RRAANNCCHH OPERATION ERIS OPERATION ERIS GRAND58742 © 2010 Aaron T. Byrd aka Grand58742 All rights retained by author. For free online version and other great stories, visit http://www.timebomb2000.com/vb/forum.php, http://www.survivalmonkey.com/forum/ or www.ar15.com This story is currently free for dissemination, but the author retains all rights in the future to the ideas, concepts and characters herein. Please direct comments, concerns or major errors to him at [email protected] or under the appropriate posts at the website this story was found on. While the story is complete and will not be changed or “upgraded” as world events dictate, I will still clean up any typographical or formatting errors as they are pointed out. Please contact the author with any of these changes that need to be made. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and created by the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The towns, cities, counties, states and nations described therein are real locations unless otherwise specified, but the situations happening are works of the author‟s imagination. Thank you for taking the time to read it. Enjoy 1 PROLOGUE CHAPTER 1 – AS THE WORLD TURNS CHAPTER 2 – SUDDEN INTERRUPTION CHAPTER 3 – SHOES TO FILL CHAPTER 4 – TO THOSE GONE BEFORE CHAPTER 5 – MEMORIES CHAPTER 6 – MISSION PREP CHAPTER 7 - INSERTION CHAPTER 8 – IN PLACE CHAPTER 9 – AND SO IT BEGINS CHAPTER 10 – TIME STANDS STILL CHAPTER 11 – GAME PLANS CHAPTER 12 – INDICATORS CHAPTER 13 - ADVANCES CHAPTER 14 – MORALE CHAPTER 15 – POSITIONING CHAPTER 16 – UNINVITED GUESTS CHAPTER 17 – JOURNEY CHAPTER 18 – THE LONG MARCH CHAPTER 19 – RIGHT WHERE WE WANT THEM CHAPTER 20 – END RUN CHAPTER 21 – NO ONE BEHIND CHAPTER 22 – TO THE END EPILOGUE – BRAVERY NEVER GOES OUT OF FASHION 2 PROLOGUE Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death. General Omar N. Bradley Date/Time: 12 March/0209 Location: Somewhere over Belgium There is nothing worse in this life than jumping out of a perfectly good airplane thought Major Thomas Dayfield as the C-130J took another bounce from the turbulence on its low level flight into the drop area. However, in this case, it gets us out of this turbulence and I’m all for THAT. We should be climbing soon. He glanced at the men and women around him, sixteen in all, taking the ride about as easily as he was. The pilots, members of the AFNAS 132nd Airlift Squadron (Special), seemed to be going out of their way to find every bump in the area on their way in. They had called in “feet dry” over land and had descended to the low level penetration route on their way to the drop zone. He looked over at Technical Sergeant (E-6) Amber Taylor-Bates, who looked greener than she should have in the dim lighting of the interior of the droning C-130, even with the camouflage face paint on. She attempted a half a smile at him, but was having trouble keeping her stomach from emptying the contents onto the deck of the plane. The loadmaster had handed out the small paper envelopes containing the plastic bags for air sickness prior to take off, but the problem lie in trying to get it out of the envelope quickly enough to be used. She apparently couldn‟t handle it anymore and vomited on the deck and an immediate stench filled the cargo area. The loadmaster, an older man who had volunteered to serve even though he was past the age of retirement, glared at her since he knew it would be his responsibility to clean when they returned to base. The smell his Thomas like a ton of bricks and he felt even more queasy. He stepped up and went back through the cargo area and made contact with the loadmaster. “How long until we start climbing?” he yelled over the engines. The loadmaster took a bite of the ham sandwich he had in his left hand and spoke into the microphone of his helmet. After receiving a reply he yelled back “In a few minutes we are heading up and getting out of this. You probably need to get started on your last minute checks. Oh yeah, and thank your Sergeant for the little gift she left for me, Major.” “Let‟s hope it doesn‟t turn into the gift that keeps giving, Chief. Else you are in for a huge job when you get back to England” said Thomas as he turned and looked back over his team on the current mission. 3 Seated next to Amber were the other two members of his fire team, Senior Master Sergeant (E-8) Brian Holmes and Chief Master Sergeant (E-9) Greg Henry. To their left was Bravo Fire Team, led by Captain Michael Parsons and partnered with Sergeant (E-5) Nancy Dugger. Thomas had almost pulled Nancy from the mission due to her recent loss, but grudgingly kept her on the team at Michael‟s request. Next to them, and trying to keep down their pre-mission breakfast, were Sergeant Nate Clark and Staff Sergeant (E-5) William (Call me Willy) Perez, two former members of the farm in Nebraska that transferred in to the Dayfield Ranch. Thomas looked at the right side of the aircraft at recently promoted Major Darren Thompson and his ever-present partner Chief Master Sergeant (E-9) Frank Zimmer. Rounding out Darren‟s Charlie Team were Staff Sergeant (E-6) Jeremy Baines and Sergeant Martin Watkins. The final team, Delta, was led by also recently promoted First Lieutenant Rick Jones. Originally enlisted in the Texan Militia, he had received a battlefield commission at the Battle of Myrtle Beach after transferring to the North American Union Freedom Guards and received his current billet three days prior to the mission. He led Master Sergeant (E-8) Scott Carlson, Staff Sergeant (E-5) Heather Davis and her brother Staff Sergeant (E-5) Rob Davis. All but Watkins were like brother and sisters since he was late in coming to the unit. Although fairly “new” by the unit standards as they had pretty much been together since the Fall, he had been with them for quite some time and had proved his mettle after some initial setbacks. It seemed like there was quite a bit of higher rank on the teams selected, but this was normal for the Operations Group (OpGrp) Alpha of the 14th Special Operations Battalion in the North American Union Freedom Guards. With as many daring and successful missions behind enemy lines as the team had performed, the North American Union had no other choice but to promote the members of the team. While most armies might have moved them on to new assignments or jobs, the new national defense force took a practical approach. They left the unit alone and let them continue to perform above expectations each time. The entire unit had been transferred from the Texan Armed Forces before the invasion of Europe had begun and had continued to perform miracles behind the lines. Thomas was almost thrown off balance when the aircraft bounced again and went back to his seat and checked on Amber. She looked him in the eyes and mouthed “I‟m sorry” for the mess she had made. He had cautioned her while eating not to fill up too much that evening before their flight, but, in typical Amber fashion, had not really paid attention. While she could remember the smallest details while out on a mission, it seemed back at base, she completely lost her head. He was glad she could focus on the mission and be forgetful of the little things when it didn‟t matter. Other members of the two squads were looking a little green around the gills and probably would be following the example of Amber fairly soon if they didn‟t exit the plane. Thomas started preparing his equipment for that expected time and was followed by the other fifteen members in the aircraft. The loadmaster took a look over the pallet containing the necessary equipment for the team and ensured the parachute rig was set to deploy as they pushed it out. Weapons were checked and rechecked and vital equipment was strapped down to the individual packs of the teams or on their body. 4 The loadmaster came back and yelled at the waiting team. “WE‟RE GETTING READY TO CLIMB! IT‟S GONNA BE PRETTY FAST!” Fast was an understatement. The aircraft seemed to be sitting on its tail and climbing. Thomas knew the Hercules was like a four engine fighter, but this was just about as fast as he ever remembered making a climb. The plane finally leveled out at 6,000 feet above ground level and continued their dangerous mission towards the drop zone. Hopefully the IU fighters from Spangdahlem, Hahn, Bitburg, Buchel and Geilenkirchen had been drawn off by the staged raids happening far to their east. The C-130 made a huge target for some lucky IU pilot to brag about if they were detected. The real threat was from Surface to Air Missiles and Anti-Aircraft Artillery, but a Wild Weasel raid by Texan F-15Gs and Alliance EF-18Gs should have shut them down prior to their arrival. Still it only took one lucky guy with one lucky round to take down the plane. A red light blinked three times and came on steadily in the rear of the plane, meaning Be prepared to drop.