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While the rest of the Guard was busy fighting in Spanish mainland, I had myself one hell of an adventure. Unlike the rest of the guard I had opted to ride into the combat zone on a Bell UH-1 Iroquois, Better known as a Huey. It was an old Vietnam war hold over and seemed well suited to the task at hand.

As my chopper was on the way to join the others for the mission in the spanish town of Soria we encountered rebels armed with a mixture of small arms and a few black market LAW rocket launchers. One of them must have gotten a lucky shot in while the pilot was attempting to avoid the small arms fire as the chopper lurched violently and then spun out of control.




I awoke in pain, still strapped into my seat. I could hear shouts in spanish and knew I didn't have much time. I freed myself from the restraints and quickly checked the pilot. He was gone, The door gunner or what was left of him was gone as well. I kicked out the nose glass and crawled outside to see if I could get to the rear weapons locker. The door was a tough nut to crack but it finally came lose and i landed on my butt with the handle in one hand and the door wedged open. Inside was my Q2 AK-47. It's not a weapon many of my fellow guardsmen used but it had always served me well and I didn't need any of those fancy optics or lights like they had on their M4's.



I inserted a fresh mag and racked the bolt... Nothing more satisfying that hearing the clank as the gun cycles closed but more about that sometime later as I had business to attend to. I checked my GPS device and found I was 5 klicks away from the dropzone and the team. I grabbed what little i could find in the arms locker and set off to find the NG team and link up to accomplish the mission.

No sooner had I set off than the shouts of angry Spaniards got closer. I crouched down in some bushes and watched as about five of them came with in 10 feet of me. As soon as the last guy passed I popped up and emptied the mag into the group. Most of them fell with a few rounds in them each but one of them was tough or lucky as he managed to shoulder his gun and attempt to fire. His gun never went off, just the steel on air click when no round is in the chamber. I dropped my now empty AK and drew my Hi Point .45 and finished the job as quick as I could. No point in sticking around, the natives would know exactly where I am now that I've started shooting them. I retrieved my AK, grabbed a knife off one of the downed spanish soldiers and took off toward the smoke on the horizon.



I encountered only light resistance until I got to the outskirts of the town. I took a moment to take stock of my supply situation. I had 1 fresh mag for the AK, one mag with about 10 rounds left, 1 full mag for my Hi Point, 2 M59 Grenades and the knife I'd taken off the dead spaniard.

The sounds of war were all around me. Shots ringing out, the screams of the wounded, the cursing of soldiers knowing they wouldn't make it out alive. I checked my GPS locator, I was still half a click from the rest of the NG. I tried my radio but it was seemingly dead... Never could trust those things though.

Rubble lined most streets, what ever could burn was on fire or smouldering. I saw the bodies of my fellow USNG members and of fallen spanish citizens and soldiers alike. I made my way house by house, building by building always staying as hidden as I could or at least exposing myself for as little time as I could. I came upon a closed door and being foolish kicked it in. Insider were three Spanish civilians with shotguns. I managed to dodge outside just in time before the blast ripped past me. I pulled the pin on my first M59 and tossed it inside after a three count. The dull thump and then shock wave let me know my little friend had done his work. I swung back inside and found one of the men still alive, pleading for his life. I tagged him with a GPS chip and moved on thinking I would send the medics back when I was with the rest of the unit.



Again more buildings, more doors kicked in, a few more civilians terrified. Not something any soldier looks forward to. Finally my beacon started to beep letting me know I was close. I could hear voices, some American and some Spanish. I inserted the last mag into the AK and got ready for a fight. I kicked the door of the house I was in out and stepped through with my finger on the trigger. The doorway opened into a lush area with a lot of trees and to my surprise quite a few spanish captives. It seems while I was fighting to join the rest of the team, the rest of the team had done the job it was sent to do. I reported to the jadiv who told me "it was about time I made it to the party". Evac was in 20 minutes as apparently Haliman had something or someone important and we needed evac'd pronto.