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Charlie 12 Victor
Charlie 12 Victor
Charlie 12 Victor
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When Captain Poole’s C12V airplane is disabled by insurgent rocket fire, he and his passenger are forced to crash land in unsecured territory. They must avoid capture at all cost. They have drone aircraft watching them, but unable to render assistance. Just as the drone is about to remove the downed pilot and passenger threat, the monitor the operator is watching goes blank. During the blackout period, they are captured.
Now a rescue mission must be mounted to save the one remaining captive's life. Making call after call to different organizations, it is discovered all units and teams capable of conducting a rescue of this sort in the proposed timeframe are unable to commit.
An Aide to the Secretary is able to contact a friend, who has a friend that knows an individual that may be able to help. The name ‘Sierra Warriors’ enters the conversation, with knowledge that a team may be operating close to the rescue site.
The Sierra Warriors are two man teams that operation on their own, using only radio communication with the higher headquarters personnel. Team members, Scorpion and Snake assess the situation and believe they have a workable plan. But, can it be put into operation in time?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBoyd Neisler
Release dateOct 25, 2011
ISBN9781466129986
Charlie 12 Victor
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Boyd Neisler

I am a retired design engineer who worked for an Ophthalmic manufacturing company. I also retired from the US Army Reserve as a Master Sergeant (MSG). My wife and I have two children. Both young men are currently in the military. (US Army). One, a Lieutenant Colonel (LTC) currently on deployment in Afghanistan, the other; a Sergeant First Class (SFC) stationed at Fort Carson, Colorado after returning from his third deployment in Iraq. We also have five grandchildren. My wife retired from federal service and is currently at home with me. We enjoy traveling. We currently have three rescue pug dogs to keep us company. I hope you enjoy this story as I plan to submit several more in the near future. To paraphrase, “If you enjoyed the story, tell your friends, if not, tell me.” I can be reached via e-mail at Kuguar@sbcglobal.net.

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    Charlie 12 Victor - Boyd Neisler

    Charlie 12 Victor

    A Sierra Warriors Adventure

    By

    Boyd Neisler

    SMASHWORDS EDITION

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    Charlie 12 Victor

    A Sierra Warriors Adventure

    Copyright © 2011 by Boyd Neisler

    ISBN 978-1-4661-2998-6

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Thank you for downloading this free EBook. You are welcome to share it with your friends. This EBook may be reproduced, copied and distributed for non-commercial purposes, provided the book remains in its complete original form. If you enjoyed this EBook, please return to Smashwords.com to discover other works by this author. Thank you for your support.

    This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, real events, locations or organizations is purely coincidental.

    A glossary is located at the end of this story defining a few slang expressions that may not be familiar to the reader.

    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Glossary

    Acknowledgement

    Other Works by this Author

    About the Author

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    Charlie 12 Victor

    A Sierra Warriors Adventure

    Chapter 1

    Faint puffs of vapor could be seen in the crisp autumn air coming from the bunched soldier’s breath. OK, listen up! Lieutenant ‘LT’ John Hines was saying. Sergeant Ashe will be in charge of a squad size routine patrol this morning just to let the locals know we are still in the neighborhood. No Tango’s have been reported, but that sure don’t mean they took off for the winter. As it stands, we’ll stop at this village. He said pointing to a location on the map. "Doc will conduct tail-gate medicine, take care of the sick-call, and treat any injuries that he can. Most of the villagers want to trust us, but they also know that when we leave, the Tango’s come back to reassert themselves and retaliate against them. Sergeant Ashe, you got the first vehicle. Any questions? Move out in three zero mikes.

    Four Humvees would make up the patrol. Sergeant First Class Ashe pulled his squad together to conduct last minute PCIs and give his convoy brief. Let’s make this a real safe trip. Drivers, check your vehicles, anyone that runs out of gas will have a long walk home. Gunners, lube the Mk-19, the 240’s and the Ma Deuce, make sure you have a full load of ammo. I don’t anticipate anything, but I don’t want to be the one bringing a knife to a gunfight. Shotgun riders, keep your eyes open for IED’s, that of course goes for you drivers and gunners, and watch for any odd behaviors from the locals. Make sure you’ve got your snivel gear and grab two MRE’s per man and a case of water in each truck; just in case we’re out overnight. I don’t plan on it, but you never know. OK, saddle up, let go!

    The men nodded with determined affirmation and began conducting their pre-convoy rituals. Each man has their own individual responsibility; checking personal gear, radios, weapons; ensuring supplies are adequate; and that the equipment is secure from being thrown around the vehicle. In the final minutes before rolling out, each man conducts one last ritual of a personal nature. Some men motivate themselves by viewing each mission as a personal test of manhood and courage; some look fondly at pictures of loved ones vowing to reunite one day, soon; and some men silently pray for either a safe return or a quick death. In every case, each man makes peace with himself with the full understanding that this convoy may be his last but with a grim perseverance, they will still go forward to do their duty without hesitation.

    SFC Ashe walked around as his soldiers were preparing for the movement; he took great pride in his men as he noted the resolve in their faces. These are hardened vets, he thought to himself I’ve got no slackers and no cowards; every man will do his part. The only doubt that managed to creep into his mind is the one that every good leader confronts Did I do my part in preparing these men for what’s ahead?

    At 34, Sergeant First Class Clifford R. Ashe had 15 years of military service. He was the old man of his platoon. By comparison, his platoon leader LT Hines was 25. Recently, he had given thought of seeking employment other than Army. Deep down he knew anything else would be unfulfilling and boring to say the least. His wife, Lois and his six year old Bonnie, would be happier with him home, but he knew after a few months they would all be miserable. His last home tour of one year really stretched their patience with each other. Whatever employment he sought, it would have to provide breaks in their family life. He never for a moment regretted married life. It was one thing that truly gave purpose to his life. He dearly loved his wife and daughter, but he also loved his men, the camaraderie. He loved getting new men into the unit and with proper rigorous training; he could see them gain confidence in themselves, becoming real soldiers. He would never tire of the good-natured kidding and squad rivalry that existed. This was what he was seeing today.

    Once everyone was finished and loaded into their respective vehicles, Sergeant Ashe took his place in the lead truck. He put on his headset and unconsciously moved the microphone closer to his mouth and in a confident tone of one who’s done this hundreds of times before, he simply stated to the group Let’s roll.

    Overhead came the occasional whup - whup of a helicopter’s blade, beating the air into submission, they could be heard as they darted around in the crystalline blue sky. From their lofty perches, they had

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