WARNING THIS CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF WAR AND LANGUAGE THROUGHOUT CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK
1300 hours middle of africa
May 16 1997
A black streak flies over the Savanah as it thunders over head animals scramble to escape the dust and nosie it makes. Charles: "i cant wait to get off this damn chopper and get some chow how about you lt!" The radios in their heads sets crackle nick: "fuck food im getting some sleep!" The crew and men on board laughs and go about looking around in chatting with each other. They pass over a small village and children run out to watch as they soar over head. Bang! A bullet bounces off the cockpit window. More rounds fly into the air pinging off the underbelly of the helicopter a RPG looses from it rest and slams into the tail rotor. Black smoke billows and fills the air as the helicopter slammed into the ground. People from the village pelted the corpse of the chopper with bullets and stones the pilot climbs out but a bullet enters his back and kills him the two surviving nick: "CHARLES IM HIT!" He screams in pain as a bullet peirces his kevlar. He rips a grenade off his dead friend and pulls the pin and hurled it at the crowd. Boom people scatter another helicopter soars over head it to is pelted with bullets. Crew chief: "weapons free engage engage engage" the minigun tears into the hostile crowd dropping them where they stand hot brass falls from the helicopter onto the bodies below them the shooting stops and the helicopter slowly descends to evacuate the survivors. The surviving troops and the corpses of their former friends are loaded on and carried off to their base.
0900 hours undisclosed airbase
May 17 1997
"your telling me a crew chief gave orders to open fire on civilians!?!" The man bangs his hand on a table "hearts and minds damnit mowing down an entire village will not win the hearts and minds of the people…. How many of our men were killed?" The Sargeant replies "four sir both pilots rick, and a crew chief". He nods and sighs "fuck!… alright they shot down a US helicopter". Both men stare at each other "get out Sargeant" he salutes and walks out onto the tarmac "gotta love africa" .
1800 hours africa bush
May 23 1997
Seven men quietly move through the brush in front of them is a large compund like structure. "Two tangos at the gate nick you got em? take em if you got em" he flips on his nvgs and looses two rounds both hitting the men square in the head killing them. "Tangos down clear to move up" three of the seven men move up and secure the gate and quietly enter into the court yard. "Contact high" a man walks out onto a balcony above them he whistles and hums. His music is cut off by a well placed shot to the forehead He falls back dead. The three men move to a door and slowly open it and enter neutralizing the threats as the go. They arrive at a door and kick it in to find a man in bed with two other women. He reachs for a handgun on the table but is stopped by a rifle round through his head. "Cherokee 1 to Cherokee actual… target down" they back track out of the house and back to the extraction point.
0500 hours undisclosed airbase
May 24 1997
The men exit the humvees slamming the doors and walking to their barracks exauhsted from their night time raid. The remove their tactical gear and kevlar stowing their rifles next to their cots they sleep soundly.
1900 hours
May 24 1997
Boom an explosion rocks the base waking up everyone. The air fills with smoke as a man stumbles in with a gash on his forehead bleeding profusely the delta force members jump up and help him the others rush outside rifles raised and ready to fire. The captain stands next to what was left of a humvee. The burnt corpse of a small hatch back car. Inside was the mangled body of someone who was some sort of suicide bomber. The captain threw his cigar into the burnt out hatchback and walked past the delta. "Rotate watch i suspect there will be plenty more to come" he puts his hand on the Sargeants shoulder and nods. The two part ways "alright guys hop to it rotate watch keep your nvgs on sleep with them on" a younger private runs out onto the tarmac with his flash light shining he points it at one of the delta guys "ahhh fuck get that fuckin light outa my face... fuck man fuckin amature hour " he turns it off and offers his apologies but is waved off and told to go back inside.
0900 hours
May 25 1997
Pride rock
Simba woke up and looked around standing up. Walking over to his dad and tugging on his ear. "Dad dad wake up" the large lion yawned and woke up he nuzzled his mate who laid next to him. She groaned "your turn mufasa you do it not me" he chuckled and walked out of the cave with his son at his heels. They climbed up the large rock formation and stood over the lands with a clear veiw of everything. The young cub stood in awe at everything before him. But there was something else. The cub looked behind him and saw a slow moving grey object pass over head thundering over them. Mufasa watched in awe as well as it dissappeared into the sun. "Dad what was that?" The large lion had no clue they walked back down and enteres the den "no hunting alone to people at a time keep your cubs within sight" all the lioness nodded and started their day.
0950 hours
May 25 1997
Air base designated: Cherokee base
The thundering object landed on the tarmac of the small outpost kicking up dust and other particals. It slowly poweres down and the powerful blades above it slowly came to a halt. Two men stepped out and walked over to the tail "shit they put a bullet straight through tail can you belive that shit?! Fuckin assholes!" The two laughed and walked away.
1300 hours
May 25 1997
Patrol team
Designation: Cherokee 1
The 5 man squad walked along a dusty road followed up by a humvee. They walked past a few burnt out vehicles and abandoned military trucks. "Must have left in a h-" One of the men commented. Before he could finish his sentence a crack echoed across the ground a bullet pinged off the turret of the humvee. They all dropped and laid down all of a sudden tracers skipped off the ground around them. The squad leader yelled into the field phone "Cherokee 1 to stalker we have heavy contact requesting immediate air support" the line was quiet for a while "stalker to Cherokee 1 copy requesting grid cords" he pulled out a map and proceded to call out target cordinates " Cherokee be advised that is a danger closer fire mission!" He yelled back "requesting danger close fire mission" the voice replied "danger close copy ordnance inbound eta 5 seconds" he stowed his map amd field phone "danger close five seconds cover!". Everyone laid flat against the ground as the low humming of a jet at high altitude passed over. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! the shock wave shattered the humvee's windows and knocked the gunner down. He stood up and spat out blood "fuck that was awesome!" Everyone one stood up and looked at what had once been a tree line now it was a crater. They all mounted the humvee and drove back to the base. The gunner went to the medical station and was diagnosed with a small amount of overpressure.
1400 hours
May 25 1997
Location: pride rock
Simba tapped nala's shoulder and nuzzled her "hey come on lets go play" she giggled and nuzzled back. At this point they were both teenage lions and had known each other their whole lives. The two ran around and pinned each other while laughing. The thundering noise came again only this time much much louder. Nala whimpered and moved closer to simba the grey beast flew over them again. The two watched as it crested a hill and disappeared. The two ran back to pride rock and acted like they never left.
1700 hours
May 25 1997
Location: airbase
The cool wind blew over the whole base. Men sat outside chatting and talking under camk netting rigged to the side of to humvees. The cool breeze was a nice change from the normal heat. the men laughed and told jokes and stories.
A loud high pitch noise could be faintly heard getting louder and louder. One lf the men stood up "mortar get to cover!" Booom all of a sudden gunfire opened up ripping holes into the sand bags and humvee windows. "Fuck cover guys take cover" a round flew past one of the men and buried itself into a building detonating throwing shrapnel everywhere. The gun fire persisted and rockets screamed over the short walls hitting trucks and the ground tracers skipped off the concrete. Out of the night came hundreds of milita armed with rifles, shotguns and pistols. They walked slowly towards them.