Post by silentkilla on Sept 12, 2004 1:21:13 GMT -5
It was supposed to be a simple meeting, give 'em the cash, take the goods, and then get out of there. But that unfortunately was not on the US Special forces agenda.
It started according to plan, we met up with blue team (Columbians) at the helicopter crash site, gave them the money, and took the "drugs". When retreating to our extraction point, we suddenly hear loud sporadic bursts of gunfire. The sounds of obscenities and bad cheech and chong impressions filled the air. I knew we were in trouble. We decided then and there to set up defensive positions, we had to stop the American pigs at all costs. We set our selves up at the top of a hill, our 24 men spread out evenly on all sides, behind some makeshift bunkers. Armed with my Mp5, I nelt behind one of the center bunkers and waited...
The strain of waiting was overwhelming. We listened to the battle that was going on no further than maybe 50 yards away...and all we could do was wait. Suddenly I heard some rustling in the brush ahead of me. "Who's there?!" I shouted. "Don't Shoot! We are friendly!" It was three members of blue squad who had gotten the hell out of there when they had the chance. They told us that there were only 10 men in the enemy squad, but they were incredibly swift an accurate, blue squad hadn't stood a chance.
We had just molded the three blue survivors into our frontline when all of a sudden...silence. The gunfire had ceased, along with the screaming...
We knew then it was do or die. The Americans were closing in on us, and although we outnumbered them, most of us had little combat experience. My hands were slick with sweat, and although I was so incredibly nervous, I acted like I was as confident as ever so I wouldn't worry my comrades. I could tell they were doing the same.
We then heard a somewhat cocky request for us to surrender from somewhere in the seemingly endless forest ahead. Naturally, our reply was a less than subtle "SCREW YOU!" Heh...big mistake.
The first 4 men came from our right side, the 6 men we ad over there opened fire, and it seemed that for the moment we were keeping them in check. The second group of 4 hit our left side. They remained unnoticed until one of our men was shot, which gave away their position. The remainder of the American unit came from the center. I open fire hitting one, then ducking as a stream of plastic death narrowly missed my head.
"fall back!"
To this day, the person who yelled that fatal order remains a mystery to me. The order was unfortunately carried out. Men from all sides fell back to our secondary positions. Many were killed in the process. From that point on it all went down hill. Men were falling all around me. I poured out ammo in the direction of our assailants, but to no effect. They had started to use out own bunkers against us, and were well covered.
I then felt my gun do something, which all soldiers fear. I felt the gun start to run slow...I realized in horror that my battery was dying. 5 shots later I dropped my Mp5 and whipped out my side arm. I called for supporting fire from the last of our men, and fell back to a thick tree. I opened fire once more on the Americans.
Only 5 of the 24 remained now, and even then that number was dwindling. The man next to me was struck in the chest. I watched in horror as he fell dead next to me. I said a brief prayer over his body, and picked up his AK and spare mid-high cap. Only I remained now, and I was out numbered. Knowing that my defeat was inevitable, I put up the most furious fight I could. There were 4 enemy soldiers on my right, 3 in the center, and 3 on my left. I first opened fire on the 4 men to my right, making sure that the tree covered my front and left sides. I managed to knock out 2 of the 4 on the right.
I sat with my back to the tree. Feeling that death was close, I Turned around and emptied the last of my ammunition onto the most poorly covered man.
I had just turned back when 3 shots pelted me in the right side of my head. I slumped over...endgame.
The mission had failed, all lay dead, and there was a sense of anger and frustration that remained with me. We could have succeeded, had it not been for those 2 fatal words: fall back.
It started according to plan, we met up with blue team (Columbians) at the helicopter crash site, gave them the money, and took the "drugs". When retreating to our extraction point, we suddenly hear loud sporadic bursts of gunfire. The sounds of obscenities and bad cheech and chong impressions filled the air. I knew we were in trouble. We decided then and there to set up defensive positions, we had to stop the American pigs at all costs. We set our selves up at the top of a hill, our 24 men spread out evenly on all sides, behind some makeshift bunkers. Armed with my Mp5, I nelt behind one of the center bunkers and waited...
The strain of waiting was overwhelming. We listened to the battle that was going on no further than maybe 50 yards away...and all we could do was wait. Suddenly I heard some rustling in the brush ahead of me. "Who's there?!" I shouted. "Don't Shoot! We are friendly!" It was three members of blue squad who had gotten the hell out of there when they had the chance. They told us that there were only 10 men in the enemy squad, but they were incredibly swift an accurate, blue squad hadn't stood a chance.
We had just molded the three blue survivors into our frontline when all of a sudden...silence. The gunfire had ceased, along with the screaming...
We knew then it was do or die. The Americans were closing in on us, and although we outnumbered them, most of us had little combat experience. My hands were slick with sweat, and although I was so incredibly nervous, I acted like I was as confident as ever so I wouldn't worry my comrades. I could tell they were doing the same.
We then heard a somewhat cocky request for us to surrender from somewhere in the seemingly endless forest ahead. Naturally, our reply was a less than subtle "SCREW YOU!" Heh...big mistake.
The first 4 men came from our right side, the 6 men we ad over there opened fire, and it seemed that for the moment we were keeping them in check. The second group of 4 hit our left side. They remained unnoticed until one of our men was shot, which gave away their position. The remainder of the American unit came from the center. I open fire hitting one, then ducking as a stream of plastic death narrowly missed my head.
"fall back!"
To this day, the person who yelled that fatal order remains a mystery to me. The order was unfortunately carried out. Men from all sides fell back to our secondary positions. Many were killed in the process. From that point on it all went down hill. Men were falling all around me. I poured out ammo in the direction of our assailants, but to no effect. They had started to use out own bunkers against us, and were well covered.
I then felt my gun do something, which all soldiers fear. I felt the gun start to run slow...I realized in horror that my battery was dying. 5 shots later I dropped my Mp5 and whipped out my side arm. I called for supporting fire from the last of our men, and fell back to a thick tree. I opened fire once more on the Americans.
Only 5 of the 24 remained now, and even then that number was dwindling. The man next to me was struck in the chest. I watched in horror as he fell dead next to me. I said a brief prayer over his body, and picked up his AK and spare mid-high cap. Only I remained now, and I was out numbered. Knowing that my defeat was inevitable, I put up the most furious fight I could. There were 4 enemy soldiers on my right, 3 in the center, and 3 on my left. I first opened fire on the 4 men to my right, making sure that the tree covered my front and left sides. I managed to knock out 2 of the 4 on the right.
I sat with my back to the tree. Feeling that death was close, I Turned around and emptied the last of my ammunition onto the most poorly covered man.
I had just turned back when 3 shots pelted me in the right side of my head. I slumped over...endgame.
The mission had failed, all lay dead, and there was a sense of anger and frustration that remained with me. We could have succeeded, had it not been for those 2 fatal words: fall back.
