“Viper, this is Oversight.”
Mark wrenched the cyclic hard left, and Richardson fired three FFAR rockets as their nose crossed over the SAM missile battery. Everything was going wrong tonight. The Little Bird that had inserted the Ranger four-man squad to check out an abandoned Russian tank had been shot down. Clay was down there in his Black Hawk trying to extract the two injured pilots and recover the Rangers before they were overrun.
The 10th Mountain had promised the area was quiet and then they’d walked into a machine-gun emplacement that tore through their first two squads.
The second rocket hit the SAM battery, which lit the sky as it blew up.
“Viper, aye.” He checked the clock. The Apache Longbow backup gunships of the 101st Airborne were still three minutes away. Completely use
