We were literally dragged out of our time off and miserable accommodations in FOB Georgia. When the radio call came in, we could hear the blades of our transport approaching through the valley. When we are needed, we are needed.
The voice tone of this helicopter pilot didn't match the way he treated his controls. At certain points I swear this guy had the collective up to his armpit. They hit a gold mine with this snatch (snatch and grab raid) on Huzru (Huzrutiman) and now they need time to sort out all the high value intelligence found ... Once we get closer you will get your orders SGT!
If I would not been told, I would have never guessed what was going on in the tiny village of Huzrutiman. We overflew the target of the raid and all we could see was SGT Vallarino on the roof of a house, his gun trained on the distance and his head going back and forth between his field of fire and the stairwell below him. He was certainly telling somebody that we have arrived. Who is in charge down there ... Curtis or deLong?
I didn't recognize the voice on the helicopter radio. It must have been something big whatever they found down there because whoever was talking was not from our task force. I chuckled at the thought of getting orders from one of these inter-agency bozos that don't know their place in the team. But we needed a mission ... and the one we got sounded reasonable.
We were tasked with delaying or stopping any insurgents trying to get into the town through the road in the west. One of the nice things of being airborne is that you get a panoramic view of the battlefield. It's not a view that lasts much, at least it didn't this time thanks to our pilot who was getting nervous about the village not being totally cleared.
It was not difficult to choose a point for temporary observation and for an attack by fire.
|We landed nearby the position we chose.|