A little back story here.
We are the Dickweed Heavy Bomber Group (DHBG) We like High altitude, long distance, formation flying bomber missions. About 3 months ago, we are getting ready for squad night. Our CO announces we are going to hit the enemy HQ. goes out recruiting for escorts, and I put out on green channel an invite for buff pilots to join the mission. got and his squad to escort. We probably put 30-40 bomber pilots together, with about 20 escorts. It was one of those missions that reminds you why you pay for the game. It got hectic fast. Suddently we were the main battle on the map. Cons were everywhere.
We got the HQ ( Yeah, i know it was re-supplied 3 minutes later)
I don't think any buffs made it home. It was a massive furball at 23k. Many perks were lost. Most importantly it was fun for everyone involved on both sides........................ ....ANYWAY
After squad night was over I had to type a homework paper. Instead I typed this ( not too accurate ) version of squad night.
Some names have been added, some dropped, all real. Mostly squaddies of mine.
Don't take it too serious, take it for what it is I hope you have fun with it.
There was a certain gloom at breakfast in the chow hall that morning. I got my eggs, unidentifiable meat, and a hot cup of joe and went over to a table with Behindya, Jrowdy, Baa440, Heme, Silfox, and Mnkymeat. For several days the weather had socked us in. No flights at all for days, the monsoon weather thicker than anything we had ever seen before. It was good for us actually. It gave the mechanics a few more days to get our birds ready and in mission condition. Finally Silfox broke the silence.
"Do you think today is the day" he said. None of us wanted to say it or hear it, but we couldn't stop the inevitable. The enemy headquarters had to be taken down. The bad weather only delayed the inevitable. No one answered; we all saw the sunlight outside. They say it's an impossible mission. They say it cannot be reached by bombers. They, I thought. Who exactly are THEY? They can't tell stories, Dead men don't tell tales of a mission no one wanted to go on. The impossible target…. That one building. What was so important about that god da%$ building? No one knew for sure. The stories were as wild and crazy as puff420 in the O-club every night last week. At least he was released from the brig for this one mission.
It was about this time the screen door was kicked open, with the entire staff officers walking briskly in. Vega was in the lead with Grnlantern, Shokko, Turbo, Thunder, and Comet10 all marching into the chow hall.
"TEN-HUT" yelled Zippity. Damn I wish he would lay off the coffee.
"At ease men" Vega said sharply. "Go ahead and finish your chow, meeting in the briefing room at ten till the hour, and for god's sake someone get puff420 off the floor and into a flight suit!!!" God I hoped this was not my last supper.
"Who's that guy?" asked Jrowdy. "That's the new guy Turbo and I recruited 2 days ago" I replied.
"What’s his name?" he asked. The veterans let out a moan at the last question.
"You never ask a rookies name, ever." Behindya said” Just as you get to know him, he makes a dumb rookie mistake and buy's the farm." The guys all looked up to Behindya. He should have been shipped home several tours ago. Damn stubborn pilot refuses to go home.
"Let him get a few missions under his belt, then get to know him." Good advice if only he followed it. I saw Behindya giving the new guy a few pointers on the flight line yesterday. That's Behindya, always willing to teach.
As we were filing out to the chow hall I nudged Jrowdy, "His name is Deadone". "Great”, Silfox replied, “no jinx there." As we were leaving the chow hall I made eye contact with a cook in the chow hall. He didn't have to say a word I could read his expression. Suddenly peeling a mountain of potatoes and cleaning a roomful of dishes didn't seem like such a bad job anymore. He knew the situation. He saw the daily routine of shot up bombers making belly landings. Shot up bombers with two engines running making emergency landings, while crews rush out to treat the wounded and carry off the dead.
We all piled on the jeep for the short trip to the briefing room. It wasn't much of a walk, but the crew chiefs got mad when we tracked mud into the bombers. They would work all night patching bullet holes and boroscoping the engines without a peep, however if you got so much as a speck of mud in their bombers they would let you know it. It was good to have a good ground crew. They kept us going up day after day. It was continuous work for them. Hell, I don't think Langford has ever landed a plane in one piece, not once!!! Someone needs to tell him the bombers do indeed have landing gear.
As we got into the briefing room we all knew the target. We could all see the mission map. The enemy star was glaring at us all, daring us. It was a HQ run. The thought of it sent shivers down my spine. Mission after mission of bombers have lumbered off into the horizon, never to return. We would all gather in the radio room listening to the gunners calling out targets. It was eerie. Pilots you had breakfast with that morning you heard screaming to death while his aircraft spiraled down toward earth. Could it be true? Those bomber-killing rocket ships that can catapult into our once safe zone above 20k in a matter of seconds? I'm not for sure, but what the heck I'll take the last words of twenty or so dead pilots.
"Gentlemen, by now you know the rumors are true, we have been assigned by the highest of command to take out the enemy HQ. Make no mistake we must destroy that building" There it was again, "That Building" I didn't know Vega knew the slang term for it.
Pops949 piped out, "Highest priority, like the mission that took off last week, and the one before that?" Vega smirked shortly,”Yes Pops, however this time I assure you we are going to blow their tulips off !!!!!" His coined phrase gave us all a sudden burst of confidence. I don't remember much about the rest of the briefings. One by one different staff officers gave their reports on weather, climb speed, comms, etc. It wasn't until Turbo's mission brief that I was snapped out of my inflatable judy fantasy.
"I'm sorry Turbo; could you repeat that last part?"
Turbo replied "I said Fish323 and his squad is going to fly escort on today's mission." Wow, that was the best news I heard since the doc said my crabs were gone. If we were going to accomplish this mission, the odds just swung in our favor.
Vega continued, "Gentlemen, we are on center stage on this one." "We are not a run of the mill bomber squadron and everyone knows it." "Let's keep our formation tight and be true on your calibration." "Word has gotten out that we have finally been picked to accomplish this mission and by god we will F$@#%& nail that building!!!!!"
