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Authors: T. I. Wade
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minute behind the Fours at 500 feet. Mind the F-4 bomb explosions and complete one run, empty everything you have at them before you, too, head back to Dyess. Start your attacks from the west as well, thirty miles out, and keep ten seconds between you; they might have ground-to-air missiles. Good luck and keep your radios open.”
The six AC-130s at 300 miles an hour were still 45 minutes out and Carlos and Buck at maximum speed of 250 miles an hour were already about to be overtaken by the gunships and the seven Super Tweets high above at 15,000 feet.
“Foxtrot 4 leader going in; watch for ground-to-airs!”
everybody heard 15 minutes later as the next battle for U.S. survival began on May 16th.
* * *
The outskirts of Houston were just coming into view when Manuel heard Pedro shout over the radio that he thought he heard jet aircraft somewhere around them. He wasn’t sure but several of the men had said that they had heard something.
“How many of those missiles do you have?” Manuel asked his brother.
“Six with three shoulder launchers,”
Pedro replied.
“Get them ready Pedro, but don’t stop moving. We need to get all our men into the built-up areas before dark. Alberto, how many missiles do you have?”
“Six, and two of the missile launchers, Manuel. I gave two of mine to the trucks heading south,”
he replied.
“If they are American jets, they will be fast; you and Pedro order your men to fire as soon as you see anything up there. My men will do the same,” and he gave orders for his four men to also prepare. He had twelve missiles and his men were ready to fire the first salvo. He couldn’t hear anything until he heard Pedro order his men to fire towards the sun and then Manuel thought he could hear something towards the west.
Pedro’s men hadn’t seen or heard the first two jets sweep in from the sun, but when the F-4s swept over, traveling just under the speed of sound, the ground a few miles behind him literally began exploding in all directions. His army stretched out for ten miles and the air was still silent as he gave the order to fire missiles. Suddenly the ground around him erupted everywhere, and his jeep leapt into the air and threw him out as it turned over in the air and somersaulted forward; the truck a dozen feet behind him disappeared into a fireball.
Alberto had more time. He was ten miles in front of Pedro and saw the first shape coming towards his location; he shouted for his men to fire at will and a missile streaked up towards the lead aircraft. He watched in wonder as the missile missed the aircraft coming in from the rear by feet and kept going. Then his area of the road began jumping up and down as cannon fire opened up a path of destruction behind him. He jumped out and dived for cover. He looked back and saw one of his men in an open Toyota truck 50 yards behind his jeep about to fire a missile. As he released the missile, the man erupted into fragments and then his missile blew up and all of the ground bounced under Alberto’s body; the force of the blast blew him into a ditch.
“Incoming missiles hot,”
stated one of the F-4 pilots calmly as he missed one by several feet and he continued forward throwing everything he had at the road below him. It was like herding cattle there were so many men down there.
“More incoming missiles from the front of the convoy… go low!”
shouted the lead F-4 as he reached the end of his cannon rounds and sped over the front of the vanguard group two minutes after he had started. The most forward men were just about to enter the outskirts of Houston. He pulled up and on afterburner went vertical to get rid of any missiles following him.
The same happened to the second F-4 and he went vertical several seconds later, but the third one wasn’t so lucky; a missile hit him head-on right down the centerline of the road and his aircraft blew up over thousands of enemy shooting at him. His aircraft, now in millions of hot tiny
The six AC-130s at 300 miles an hour were still 45 minutes out and Carlos and Buck at maximum speed of 250 miles an hour were already about to be overtaken by the gunships and the seven Super Tweets high above at 15,000 feet.
“Foxtrot 4 leader going in; watch for ground-to-airs!”
everybody heard 15 minutes later as the next battle for U.S. survival began on May 16th.
* * *
The outskirts of Houston were just coming into view when Manuel heard Pedro shout over the radio that he thought he heard jet aircraft somewhere around them. He wasn’t sure but several of the men had said that they had heard something.
“How many of those missiles do you have?” Manuel asked his brother.
“Six with three shoulder launchers,”
Pedro replied.
“Get them ready Pedro, but don’t stop moving. We need to get all our men into the built-up areas before dark. Alberto, how many missiles do you have?”
“Six, and two of the missile launchers, Manuel. I gave two of mine to the trucks heading south,”
he replied.
“If they are American jets, they will be fast; you and Pedro order your men to fire as soon as you see anything up there. My men will do the same,” and he gave orders for his four men to also prepare. He had twelve missiles and his men were ready to fire the first salvo. He couldn’t hear anything until he heard Pedro order his men to fire towards the sun and then Manuel thought he could hear something towards the west.
Pedro’s men hadn’t seen or heard the first two jets sweep in from the sun, but when the F-4s swept over, traveling just under the speed of sound, the ground a few miles behind him literally began exploding in all directions. His army stretched out for ten miles and the air was still silent as he gave the order to fire missiles. Suddenly the ground around him erupted everywhere, and his jeep leapt into the air and threw him out as it turned over in the air and somersaulted forward; the truck a dozen feet behind him disappeared into a fireball.
Alberto had more time. He was ten miles in front of Pedro and saw the first shape coming towards his location; he shouted for his men to fire at will and a missile streaked up towards the lead aircraft. He watched in wonder as the missile missed the aircraft coming in from the rear by feet and kept going. Then his area of the road began jumping up and down as cannon fire opened up a path of destruction behind him. He jumped out and dived for cover. He looked back and saw one of his men in an open Toyota truck 50 yards behind his jeep about to fire a missile. As he released the missile, the man erupted into fragments and then his missile blew up and all of the ground bounced under Alberto’s body; the force of the blast blew him into a ditch.
“Incoming missiles hot,”
stated one of the F-4 pilots calmly as he missed one by several feet and he continued forward throwing everything he had at the road below him. It was like herding cattle there were so many men down there.
“More incoming missiles from the front of the convoy… go low!”
shouted the lead F-4 as he reached the end of his cannon rounds and sped over the front of the vanguard group two minutes after he had started. The most forward men were just about to enter the outskirts of Houston. He pulled up and on afterburner went vertical to get rid of any missiles following him.
The same happened to the second F-4 and he went vertical several seconds later, but the third one wasn’t so lucky; a missile hit him head-on right down the centerline of the road and his aircraft blew up over thousands of enemy shooting at him. His aircraft, now in millions of hot tiny
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