12 March 2008
2140 Local
Mandali, Iraq, 5 miles west of the Iranian border
"Are you picking up anything on the ESM set?"
"Not quite, sir.....hold on.....no, the signal is too weak and intermittent. Can you back-track on a reciprocal course for about 5 minutes?"
"Can do. We'll have to turn to the west, though. We're too damn close to the Iranian border for my comfort zone."
"Works for me. Anything on the IR set?"
"Just some camel jockeys moving through the groves by that river."
"Long ass walk to Baghdad if you're a camel."
"Only about two hours if you have a truck, a load of weapons and some of Revolutionary Guard peckerheads."
"That's why we're here. Let's keep the chatter down, boys. ESM?"
"Somewhere between diddly-squat and jack-shit. Is this the right place, sir?"
"That's what they say. U-2 flights have been scouring this area with SAR passes every two days and they picked up some signal changes in this area suggesting an insurgent supply route. Predators sent out last night did detect some vehicular traffic out of that pass to our east towards the town below us."
"Those mountains on each side of that pass would offer some good hiding places. IR, where are you tracking right now?"
"I'm scanning up that ridge just north of that pass."
"Don't fall in love with the top of that ridge line. That's the Iranian border and the last thing CAOC wants is a cowboy operation taking out some lost Iranians who happen to be on the right side of their border."
"How close to the border are we allowed to engage, sir?"
"Ahhhh, they say one or two miles, depending upon what we find."
"Camels?"
"Two miles."
"Trucks?"
"One mile."
"Lost Iranians?"
"Ten feet!"
"Sir, I keep getting a fleeting signal bearing 088. It's never long enough to lock onto and triangulate let alone characterize, but I'd venture a guess maybe a satellite phone or a walkie-talkie. Whoever it is, they're good at EMCON."
"Lost Iranians. Definitely lost Iranians."
"Hey IR, how 'bout you get off that ridge line and see what's showing up at 088? Let's get the guns ready and warmed up just in case."
"Sir, can you know reverse course back towards Mandali? How low can you go?"
"I'll give you six thousand if that will help."
"Works for me."
"Crown Royal, Rambler 02. Sixty-five miles east of Baghdad, we may have something just east of Mandali in a mountain pass on the border."
"Rambler 02, Crown Royal. Do you want TACAIR overhead?"
"Crown Royal, Rambler 02. Send 'em in, but have them hold 20 clicks west of us and await the call."
"Rambler 02. Crown Royal. Affirmative. Inbound flight is Reno, F-15Es."
"Brave call, bringing in the shooters now."
"Hell, we shoot if we want. I just like having the back up in case it hits the fan."
"Right there, sir! Bearing 094. Some sort of com signal."
"IR?"
"I'm looking......looking.....hold it, two, no four trucks, moving through a grove of trees......same heading as ESM."
"Guns?"
"Ready."
"All right, guys. We're gonna come around in a left turn, it's gonna be tight. Let's have a targeting solution ready when we hit a reciprocal course. The trucks are the target. Stay sharp, we're practically up Ahmadinejad's ass-crack right now."
"Rambler 02, Reno Leader. Reporting in, what do you need from us?"
"Reno Leader, Rambler 02. We have four trucks coming across the border along a river in a grove of trees. No hostile fire yet. We'll pick off the trucks and call for you if we flush anything else out."
"Crown Royal, Rambler 02. Going in hot."
"Rambler 02, Crown Royal. Good hunting."
"Targets locked, guns ready."
"Firing!"
"Good guns, good guns. Big secondaries, maybe a weapons shipment."
"Firing!"
"Damn, look at that go up! That's a bunch of convoys that run quietly now."
"Good guns on that. Watch your turn, we're damn close to that border."
"Flashes! I got flashes! Aft starboard, off that ridgeline!"
"Dammit. Hang on!"
"Tracer fire off that other ridge, front starboard, break left! Hard left!"
"Hits on the wing! Hits on the wing! Number four on fire!"
"Godddammiittt, ZU-23s maybe. It's a damn ambush!"
"Tracer fire off the right abeam! Shit!"
"Reno Leader, get your ass in here now, we're taking hits from several 23mm sites!"
"Hits in the aft fuselage! Port aft observer's been hit, sir!"
"Feather Four, I think we lost Number Two!"
"Rambler 02, this is Reno Leader, we see the tracer fire. We're running in under you from 270. Hang in there."
"Two's still on fire! Taking hits still! Crown Royal, Rambler 02 taking heavy fire!"
"Reno 02, going in weapons hot!"
"Reno 03, I'm off to the south, weapons hot!"
"Fire's out on Two, we're losing fuel from the left wing fast!"
"Reno Leader, going in hot on the northern site!"
"Get her turned west!"
"Controls are mush. Must've taken hits on the hydraulics."
"Crown Royal, Rambler 02 is going down! All crew, brace for impact! All crew brace for impact!"