An Unwinnable War
Episode 3 - The Day we open up the door...
March 1, 1977
2 Years after the Vietnam War
"Why is it easier to kill Grimm than it is to kill Charlie? You just don't have to lead them as much."
- 86th Armored Brigade Sergeant Taylor 'Tails' Jonas, 1977.
Memoirs of 1st Lt. Jay 'Raptor' Ruben;
"Well, that evacuation... genuinely could have gone better. It was... less than optimal at best. Let me tell you this. We were trying to transport camp survivors, which all rounded up to... in total, sixty-seven people. Without mechanized. At all. The 1/101st Cav wasn't here yet, and so, we had to rescue them by... letting them huddle around the Patton's rear and sides. We had a mixed contingent of people who were armed and people who weren't armed on our tanks. Though, per tank, we could only arm eight civilians. Out of the Sixty-Seven, 24 people were unarmed civilians. And there were four of us armed with Grease Guns and Smith and Wessons. Yeah, we weren't a walking armory, but we tried."
"However, even if we armed them with weapons that were at best utterly disappointing, they were damn good with those weapons. I think this one worker... Anatoly? - He called himself Sunrise I think- Managed to gank one of the Beowolves with a single shot to the head from a Model 10 revolver. Oh, the Grimm? Yeah, I didn't talk about them or think about them too much because I was... mentally busy, and a little bit anxious. Sorry, it was hard for me to consider the implications of Remnant's introduction to aliens,- also known as us - Because the only thing on my mind was either 'get the hell out of here' or 'get payback for the Johnsbury Massacre'. Hell, I made sure to donate my life savings to the construction of the Johnsbury Memorial after the war."
"The Broken Moon? Funny you mention that. I never noticed that because I fought during the daytime. The Grimm attacked that SDC mine in the day, yes. So all I got was the regular daylight hours of Remnant. When we returned after evacuating the people and hastily forming what'd be later Sid-Gee - or CIDG if you're more formal - we noticed it was nighttime. Now, I got told off for swearing a lot. And after we returned home, I got yelled at for... well, yelling all the curses on the planet. But, when we encountered that moon? Yeah... I'm pretty sure that everyone in my unit let their tongue slip. Truly was a moment of... well, I have no real words for it. Just know that everyone had some degree of 'oh christ', 'oh shit', 'FUCK', and more."
"When we got back to Vermont, we had established the first foundations for Sid-Gee when we had these SDC people practice on the range to de-stress as part of our first steps towards recovering after... well, our disastrous mission. It could have been far worse, but still... It was already disastrous enough as-is. We only had one casualty, but according to the recovered SDC Workers, he didn't deserve to be counted among them."
"But, hey, you learn and you let live. And to think that my first mission in Remnant would lead to the circumstances we are in now... Well, I guess, without me, Major General Pine of Military Assistance Command-Remnant wouldn't exist. I dunno if that'd've been good or bad."
Jay Ruben - SDC Mining Camp - March 1, 1977 (Earth Years) - 7:46 AM (Earth Time)
"All aboard!" He shouted with his hands wrapping around his lips as he attempted to imitate a megaphone. They had just established first contact with civilians. They would have stayed put and sent someone to get reinforcements back from Vermont, but considering the circumstances, they had no time to alert the 1/101st Cavalry. To no end, this annoyed Jay. They really could've used M113s bailing them the hell out of there.
"Get on! We're no transport unit, but we're all you got!" He shouted, climbing out of the hatch as the other 3 tanks came in to back him up. With them forming a spearhead formation guarding the lead tank. There were no more of these Wolves in sight, but they would come later, so Jay had to get them on the tanks as fast as possible.
"Who the hell are you guys?" One of the people inside the building stepped out from its barricaded entrances to ask them that question.
"United States Army. 86th Armored Brigade. We're here to get you guys out."
"...How did you find us?" What Jay presumed to be a soldier stepped out. "We didn't send out any communications-"
"...Except for the manager..." His companion stated.
"-and we didn't expect them to arrive so soon, but..."
The two people who dared step outside to meet Jay looked at each other with a debating look in their eyes. They were considering it, Jay could tell. He had to answer this fast before more of those Wolves show up. He had to be blunt about it, too.
"Look, rest assured, not even I know what the hell's going on here," Jay said, stepping off the tank and walking to the both of them, who turned to stare at Jay. "As far as I can tell, you guys are... truth be told, stuck out in nowhere." Jay turned to look at the thick forests surrounding the SDC Campsite. The two people nodded in agreement. "I know a base nearby. It's where we came from..." He stared at the people behind the barricades of the building.
"Please do." The Medical-looking officer all but begged. "We have wounded and dying inside. We can't just leave them to die," He pointed towards the Manager's building. "Are any of you equipped to transport patients?" He asked in desperation.
Jay's heart imploded into six different pieces.
They had to transport patients.
On a tank.
Why couldn't they have brought an APC with them? Jay regretted his life. He was going to try transporting the patients, sure, but strapping them to the rear of an M48 Patton or stuffing them inside the tank itself?
Yeah, no. Jay had no other ideas. Sighing, he turned to the Medical officer and nodded. "We can try, sir. Just be sure to tend to them. We have medical supplies back at base." He broke the news much to the Medical man's surprise and joy. The man beside him could only look with a smile that told him 'we're finally free from this hell, give me a minute to sleep'.
"Well, I introduced myself earlier. Jay Ruben, if mister Medical Officer didn't catch that," He added, extending his hand to the Medical Officer, who reciprocated it with a handshake.
"Steele Eisenhauer. Medical Officer of the Schnee Dust Corporation." He introduced himself. Jay noted that he sounded exactly like ol' Ike from the 50s-60s. It was eerie, but he didn't think of it too much. At least not at the moment, for he was too busy introducing himself to new people.
"Anatoly Azur, Worker of the SDC." The other one introduced himself, extending his arm for a handshake. Jay reciprocated it, something which Anatoly appreciated due to being one of the few times where a human would be less painful to deal with.
"Great, an Ivan," Jay muttered underneath this breath. Anatoly's hearing picked that up, and that drove him to ask.
"What, you calling me a slur?"
"No, no," Jay interrupted. "It's just a way I refer to..."
Russians was left unspoken. So, instead, he had to substitute it for something else.
"...Some people who share names with you." He spoke, trying to deflect the accusation. Jay wasn't exactly the best, but he tried to treat everyone equally, regardless of race. For his part, Anatoly dropped it, if anything just so he could inquire about it later. He wanted to know who the hell 'Ivan' meant.
"Now, Eisenhauer," Jay turned his head to Eisenhauer and pointed his finger at the manager's building, before thrusting it forward. "Get the wounded outta there. I'll see what I and the boys can prepare on our M48 Pattons." He spoke, before rummaging through his pockets and pulling out a revolver.
He turned it around and held it by the barrel, with the grip facing Anatoly.
"Take it. You're gonna need something to defend yourself with. I'll be fine alone on the tank." Jay blurted out, ignoring Anatoly's confusion at calling the vehicles that saved their lives a simple name like a 'tank'. It was taken by Azur, who immediately had no idea how to load the revolver. Jay went and pressed the cylinder release for Anatoly, who went to inspect the bullets loaded inside.
Jay pulled out up to 48 bullets from his webbing and handed them to Anatoly. "I won't be using my revolver, so take all the ammo you can get." He presented, and Anatoly took all the ammo, pocketing it while keeping his current revolver at the ready.
"I won't have to worry about the bullets exploding due to sabotage, yes?" Anatoly turned to face Jay. He shook his head. "I don't carry explosives with me, sir. You'll have to ask special operations for that." He deadpanned, and Anatoly nodded.
"I see."
The silence around them lasted for a total of 2.3 seconds before Eisenhauer bolted to the building to retrieve the wounded stuck in there. While Eisenhauer was busy getting Medical Officer Blanc to assist in the evacuation of the wounded, Anatoly looked at Jay.
"Just get your buddies here," Jay said, turning to the tank behind him. "We'll keep them safe. I promise you. If anything happens, you can always blame me. Until then, let's keep going." Jay turned back and climbed onto the tank turret before sliding down the hatch and retaking his place as a commander in the vehicle.
Anatoly bolted back into the building as well as Eisenhauer, mostly just to convince the guys that rescue had come for them. Not White Fang, nor the SDC, nor the Atlesian Armed Forces, but another faction entirely. It didn't take them much convincing, but some people did groan about the possibility of them being killed anyway. While Anatoly would normally have a rebuke ready, they were still right to worry. They'd probably be killed in the worst-case scenario.
Though, years later, he noted that would have been a foolish scenario.
After all, Remnant wouldn't have been saved without them working together, in the words of one Major-General Pine.
Jay Ruben - SDC Mining Camp - March 1, 1977 (Earth Years) - 7:56 AM (Earth Time)
As the setup for evacuation was finished, Jay couldn't help but notice that among the people evacuating, a lot of them had animal features. Be it cat ears, monkey tails, or the stripes of a tiger. Except on skin and not uniform. Though it went unspoken as they had bigger problems to deal with, he was going to say that it was damn cool. Guess his stupid dream as a kid of becoming a Tiger wouldn't be too far off over here. The concept would've been enjoyable, yes, but maybe he could discuss it another time with himself.
Maybe he could ask if they were real when they got back to base. He needed some time off from the stress. Everything about this was slowly killing him. Rescuing survivors, killing Alien Wolves that could tear a man in half, entering a town that looked like a massacre out of the Tet Offensive? Yeah, Jay was practically stomach-sick sometimes for good reason. But not today. His anxiety suppressed his nausea as he was directing the logistics of the evacuation, ammunition and personnel included.
It wasn't exactly the most fun job he's had, but goddamn, he could finally yell and not get slapped with an NJP for that. Then again, the only time he got an NJP was due to being drunk as hell.
"Alright, that's the last gun we have! We will not be issuing any more guns or ammunition! Make sure you guys brought all of the ammo boxes inside the building!" Jay shouted into the Megaphone he borrowed from Anatoly as he was directing them towards strapping ammunition onto Tank 3, and some were rearming themselves with ammunition and grenades.
"We've finished tying up the wounded!" One of the people on his tank shouted, having finished strapping the stretchers containing the wounded to the tank. Excellent, that was one issue dealt with.
"Righto! Let's hurry up with loading the ammo and let's get the hell out of here." Jay replied, going back into the hatch as he proceeded to avoid overseeing evacuation efforts unless his effort was needed. And right now, they were doing well enough. The people with animal parts caught his attention, though. They looked awesome, but they were visually weird. But in the end, compared to some of the sights that Jay's seen, the people with animal parts are more awesome than the goddamn Wolves.
Stopping to think about them, the Wolves were another element of 'What the Hell' added on top of the shit sandwich that was the Johnsbury massacre. They looked like animals from back home, yes, but the thing about them is that they were black and white with the fury of evil in their red eyes. They were alien to Jay. Charlie almost seemed relatable, and if compared to these Wolves, Charlie was practically a saint. These creatures... A part of Jay suspected these were part of the everyday lives of everyone preparing to evacuate via tanks.
He shuddered thinking about that. These damn Wolves being a part of his everyday life would have already caused problems he DID NOT want to deal with. Stress and Anxiety were already enough to keep him pacified, thank you enough, but adding literal alien demon wolves would just instantly cause him to drop dead there and there without an explanation or care in the world.
And he'd rather not die of a heart attack of stress, thank you very much.
But hey, he didn't have to worry about that anymore. Now he just has to worry about evacuees.
And transporting boxes of ammunition. Speaking of...
"Ammo boxes secured and safe!" He heard from outside. In response, he popped his head out, megaphone in hand, and smiled. "Great, now let's get the hell out of here. Those of you who can, get on the tanks. If you can't, just stick close to the tanks. We'll be trying to match infantry speed." He spoke. And on cue, people were scrambling for a place on the tank. Some to stop walking, some to protect the cargo, and some just to get the feeling of riding a tank.
"By the way, do any of you have ear protection?" Jay asked, without the Megaphone on. He was asking everyone else.
"...Yes?" Someone responded, pulling out two pairs of earplugs and putting them on his animal and human parts. "Why do you ask?" That same person, a man in a tattered worker uniform, raised his voice.
"This vehicle's going to blow your ears off! I advise you guys to scrounge earplugs where you can, and cover your ears if you can't!" Jay finished, letting the panic set in as he went down back into the hatch and grabbed a box of earplugs. He wasn't sure who put it there, but the fact that it was even there in the first place is a telltale sign of them being prepared.
He tossed it up outside of the tank and watched the evacuees do their work as they got enough earplugs to cover either their regular ears or their extra ears. Jay didn't judge. After all, he'd rather not get their new friends' ears blown off immediately after they started the process of evacuation.
After he saw that most of them had earplugs inside, he grabbed the megaphone and shouted to the people he was evacuating. "Alright, we're moving now! There's no turning back!"
He took a minute to breathe as the evacuees scrambled to climb on top of the tanks. Some even sat on the turret. Acting as extra firepower, Jay noted. He'd have to thank them for being willing to step onto the Pattons when they got to base.
"All aboard!" Jay shouted, as the last of the evacuees either got onto a Patton or a supply crate. Shouting into the megaphone one last time, he directed his statement toward the ones in the group who were given weapons by the crew.
"Don't forget that you have spare ammunition and reload as I taught you! Alright, let's go!"
The Pattons lurched forward as they turned back to where they came from, with people on top of them to evacuate out of there. The 86th Armored couldn't wait for any reinforcements, so they had to turn towards evac'ing the rest out of there even if it meant that they'd have to deal with another load of paperwork on the side. After all, Jay was... known to be universally immature and gung-ho.
And that attitude had saved the lives of this SDC Camp, as he would find out in his later years.
He still thought that the evacuation was a shitshow, though.
jay Ruben - Outskirts of SDC Mining Camp - March 1, 1977 (Earth Years) - 8:16 AM (Earth Time)
As Jay predicted, the evacuation itself was a shitshow. He just wished that he'd have reinforced that train of thought when they were escorting the people back to Vermont.
But he didn't account for birds. Not at all. And he didn't account for them dive-bombing his tanks. The people he was evacuating all started to open fire on the big bird trying to dive and swoop away the people in his crew. And as he was covering his head and ducking down in the Commander's hatch, one just so happened to swoop low enough for the Patton gun to hit it.
"FIRE!" Jay shouted as he saw it rapidly approaching the cannon. While it wasn't close enough to cause major damage, the tank still recoiled and Jay watched as the Bird exploded and died there and there. Its body was turning into dust. Jay really wished that he was joking, but hey, if a Bird has a giant hole in its chest turning into dust, he won't argue about it.
The good news was that the Wolves seemed to not attack them anymore. The bad news, however, was that these hateful goddamn birds took their place and dive-bombed the evacuees. The Birds only got one evacuee, but apparently they didn't bother to shoot at the Bird carrying him. Jay bet two cents that the guy was universally hated by the evacuees.
But for the rest? The evacuees were not so lenient on letting the birds get to 'em.
Rather, they were ultra-violent about it. In a good way, thankfully.
"NEVERMORES! DON'T LET THEM GET TOO CLOSE!" He heard as one of the evacuees somehow managed to boost his voice loud enough for the people in the tank to hear instead of the gunfire and cannon shots. "IS THAT WHAT THEY'RE CALLED?!" The loader shouted as his ears kept ringing and ringing from the cannon shots.
"I GUESS SO! TAKE DOWN THEM NEVERMORES!" Jay yelled into the radio as the crew went to work. Jay himself was laying down anti-air fire as his machine gun turned upwards to spray at one of the Nevermores trying to make another pass against his evacuees. The other guns that the Evacuees used were also damn effective, as the Nevermore's bone fragments kept getting chipped away from the amount of fire passed to it.
One Nevermore attempted to swoop the Evacuees from behind, but it was taken down by a tank from behind. Though it didn't use the cannons, rather, an evacuee on it. And that managed to get Ken's attention.
"WAS THAT A ROCKET LAUNCHER?!" Kenny asked, swiveling his machine gun to aim above the RPG-toting evacuee to open fire on another heavily-damaged Nevermore.
"OKAY, WHO THE HELL IS SUPPLYING THESE GUYS?! THE NVA?!" Jay asked as another Nevermore bit the dust due to an RPG-related shot. They didn't stop coming, hell, he wasn't sure if they even had the concept of stopping. But he did know that he just had to keep pushing forward.
"KEEP PUSHING! WE'VE GOT TO GET TO BASE!" Jay shouted, ordering his Gunner to train his sights on a Nevermore that was flying dangerously close to Cletus' tank.
"TARGET SIGHTED!" His Gunner shouted, and Jay immediately shouted out to him.
"FIRE!"
The cannon shot took down the winged beast as Jay's loader immediately loaded in another shell, culminating in the relieving chant of "Gun Ready!" from the loader and another cannon shot towards another one. The winged beasts didn't seem to match up towards the fighting prowess of an M48 Patton. Jay silently thanked the eponymous General in spirit as the tanks acted as guardian angels against the winged demons.
Though Jay wished he had an actual F-4 Phantom guarding them. Then it'd be a real Guardian Angel.
"I sure could go for an Arc Light right now!" Jay shouted, returning fire on a Nevermore who thought it would be cheeky to attempt slicing off the gun turret.
"Arc Light's a B-52 bombing run, dimwit! What we COULD USE is a goddamn Sabre right now!" His loader commented, before quickly switching tone to "Gun Ready!"
As the fighting continued, less and less Nevermore appeared, finally stopping their swooping attempts. Their dive-bombing had lessened as the winged fuckers started to scatter away from the tanks to fly off somewhere else. Most got picked off by machine gun fire, or rocket launcher fire, while some had just died of their wounds.
"Hey, those birds are running!"
"Can you fly, you suckers?! Can you fly?!" Cletus shouted as he popped out of the tank hatch to actually pull out a double barrel shotgun and begin firing at the air.
"Where the hell did you get that?" One of the evacuees on Cletus' tank asked as the man reloaded it and put it back inside the tank before responding.
"I ALWAYS KEEP AN AUXILIARY DOUBLE-BARREL! YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHEN 'EM GATORS GET TO YA!" Cletus shouted as he abruptly dropped down and closed the hatch.
The evacuee who asked the question was left dumbfounded at the bluntness of his statement. That, and his loudness. While he didn't get ear damage from the fighting, he did feel his ears slightly vibrate and leak wax thanks to all the heat.
As for the Faunus...
"GODDAMNIT! THE RINGING! AAAAAARGH-" A Bat faunus accompanying them shouted as he covered his ears and curled into a fetal position with the vehicle's turret against his back.
Yeah, not everyone gets protected by earplugs. Score one for 90-mil explosives.
Still, Jay thought to be relieved by the lack of presence of the goddamn Wolves or those Nevermore that had his tank crew so worried about.
Until Jay noticed that the trees in front of them were falling akin to a domino. He ordered the tanks to stop as the bushes in front rustled and broke. Expecting something, Jay began reloading the machine gun.
A Wolf popped out of the bushes, puzzling Jay. How could a fucking Wolf-
It was then swatted away by two- no, three big beasts. And these guys looked more like gorillas. On steroids. Really aggressive ones.
"BERINGEL!" The same loud-voice guy shouted over the radio as Jay quickly kicked his loader.
"LOAD CANISTER SHOT!"
"LOADING!"
The Loader let the HE shell he had loaded fall off and began to handle a Canister shot, before long he slammed the shell into the gun and closed the barrel. With a smirk on his face indicating excitement, as he had never been able to kill a giant Gorilla with a canister shell before, spoke into the radio with absolute glee and delight.
"GUN'S READY!"
And before long, the Gunner heard Jay's orders blast through, clear as day. The result?
"FIRE!"
And a canister shot rang out through the pathway, the pellets dispersing as they opened up on the... Beringels.
To say that the evacuees finally got a taste of the US military's firepower was an understatement.
Then again, they witnessed the Nevermore ambush being held off by these... tanks, as they were later called.
There was a reason that the first CIDG units were attached to the 86th ABDE, after all.
Bitches love tanks.
Anatoly Azur - Outskirts of SDC Mining Camp - April 2, 877 AGW (Remnant Years) - 9:16 AD (Remnant Time)
"BERINGEL!" Someone shouted as the vehicles transporting them stopped at the first sight of one. Panicking, Azur grabbed the revolver he was chosen and began to load all the bullets he could into it. He flicked the cylinder back into place as one of the vehicles immediately opened fire on the first Beringel ready to charge. The Grimm beast looked dazed as it was pelted with bullets.
Azur, in a fit of panic, climbed down and began to sit in the bushes firing at the Beringels with a revolver. It didn't look like it was doing much, but hey, it was better than nothing.
People began following Azur and disembarking from their evac vehicles, to assist in the opening fire against the Beringel menace. The man with the Rocket Launcher disembarked first, as another one with a machine gun joined in, and one with a sword-shotgun combo joined in. He didn't look like a Huntsman, but he probably had the weapon of one.
As more armed evacuees descended from the vehicles, they joined in on targeting the Beringels who were just blocking their way of getting out alive.
The man with a rocket launcher fired first, with one of the the three Beringels stumbling back on impact as the machine gunner supported him by going prone and suppressing the beast with machine gun fire.
Azur's revolver was but among the many weapons that the evacuees used to join in the fight against the Beringels, and he was happy with that.
Besides, the cannons were doing much of the work anyway.
The vehicles stopped their straight-line formation and began approaching the sides as if to join in fighting the Beringels.
Beringels weren't particularly known for responding to rapid fire, so they were quickly suppressed.
At least, two were suppressed.
One lucky Beringel decided to wade through all the gunfire and attempt to cave in the vehicles that were protecting them. The lead one backed up as it raised its gun against the charging beast.
And with a resounding boom and a cannon shot, the Beringel's head exploded, leaving its body to stumble and tumble, before falling dead flat.
The rest of the Beringels were quickly finished off by a combination of rocket launcher shots and cannon gunfire. The beasts who attempted to block the evacuation were finished off, leaving bodies turning into dust.
Azur smiled. He finally got a chance to prove that he wasn't just a 'stupid human worker' among the poor Faunus sent to work to die in the camps.
And as he went back onto the vehicles alongside the rest, they all had a collective thought.
"Maybe this'll be better than the SDC."
Some doubted it, but some clung onto it as hope for a better life away from the Schnee's horrible PR and business practices. The vehicles finally started their approach into the thick forests the Beringels came from, the beasts having been vanquished long before.
And as a blinding sunlight slowly enveloped the tanks, Azur closed his eyes to ensure he didn't get blinded.
And when he opened them again, the tanks were on a colder, less bright forest. It was foggy too, reminded Azur too much of Atlas.
But the vehicles charged on. Eventually, they stopped in a town that Azur presumed to be one of theirs.
It was ravaged, and looked like Grimm had torn through it. That - and the hostility of the vehicles towards the Grimm - indicated that they had also been involved in the attack on the SDC Mines.
As Azur finally passed by the 'Welcome to Johnsbury' sign, he closed his eyes.
It was alright, in the long run.
Author's Notes
Whoo-wee! I'm sorry it took me this long to finish this, but I had just recovered from a road trip and I needed something to do after I managed to stop by places with internet. The trips were ridiculously long as hell, so I wasn't able to fill this chapter as much as I'd like. Still, I'm adamant in trying something new with this. The United States of post-Vietnam is something that's been ignored until the era of Ronald Reagan, and I'm trying to change that.
Welcome to Remnant, Jimmy Carter. Your forces are going to need a lot of luck traversing these wild wastelands.
Just don't ask about the Relics.
AGW is 'After Great War' and AD in Remnant is 'After Dawn'. After 6 PM Earth time, it's BD, or Before Dawn.
Also, I've decided to release an ORBAT of the Air Forces that are going to be present in Remnant. I'm sorry to say this, but none of the more iconic aircraft will make an appearance. No Tomcats, Vipers, or Eagles. It's all going to be very old equipment, considering the US isn't sending first-rate units into Remnant, but rather their third-rate forces.
I'm sorry to say that there will be no B-52s in Remnant. They're just too conspicuous for the US to just shove into Remnant and call it a day. There are other vehicles that fit, but none of them are really iconic, so to say. It's just really old, so sorry if you expected carpet bombing. The US just really can't. Otherwise, people will call it a second Vietnam and try to pressure Carter into leaving Remnant. So... yeah, it has to be tip-top secret, so nobody's gonna care if they send a buncha old planes to New Enlgand. It'll be called 'reinforcements' or something by NG command.
With that said, ORBAT for the Air Force down below.
I'll see y'alls next time.
MAC-NE AIR NATIONAL GUARD FORCES
101st Air Refueling Wing (Maine ANG)
101st Air Refueling Group
-132nd Air Refueling Squadron (KC-135A Stratotanker)
102nd Fighter Interceptor Wing (Massachusetts ANG)
107th Fighter Interceptor Group (New York ANG)
-136th Fighter Interceptor Squadron (F-4C Phantom)
125th Fighter Interceptor Group (Florida ANG)
-159th Fighter Interceptor Squadron (F-106B Delta Dart)
147th Fighter Interceptor Group (Texas ANG)
-111th Fighter Interceptor Squadron (F-4C Phantom)
177th Fighter Interceptor Group (New Jersey ANG)
-119th Fighter Interceptor Squadron (F-106B Delta Dart)
103rd Tactical Fighter Wing (Connecticut ANG)
103rd Tactical Fighter Group
-118th Tactical Fighter Squadron (F-100D Super Sabre)
104th Tactical Fighter Wing (Massachusetts ANG)
104th Tactical Fighter Group
-131st Tactical Fighter Squadron (F-100D Super Sabre)
105th Tactical Air Support Group (New York ANG) (Forward Air Controllers)
-137th Tactical Air Support Squadron (Cessna O-2 Skymaster)
121st Air Refueling Wing (Ohio ANG)
121st Air Refueling Group
-166th Air Refueling Squadron (KC-135A Stratotanker)
143rd Tactical Airlift Wing (Rhode Island ANG)
143rd Tactical Airlift Group
-143rd Tactical Airlift Squadron (C-130A Hercules)
157th Air Refueling Wing (New Hampshire ANG)
157th Air Refueling Group
-133rd Air Refueling Squadron (KC-135A Stratotanker)
158th Bomb Wing (Vermont ANG)
158th Bomb Group
-134th Bomb Squadron (B-57G Canberra)
174th Tactical Fighter Wing (New York ANG)
174th Tactical Fighter Group
-138th Tactical Fighter Squadron (A-37B Dragonfly)
178th Tactical Fighter Wing (Ohio ANG)
178th Tactical Fighter Group
-162nd Tactical Fighter Squadron (F-100D Super Sabre)
179th Tactical Airlift Wing (Ohio ANG)
179th Tactical Airlift Group
-164th Tactical Airlift Squadron (C-130A Hercules)
180th Tactical Fighter Squadron (Ohio ANG)
180th Tactical Fighter Group
-112th Tactical Fighter Squadron (F-100D Super Sabre)