1 – In Harms Way ::
Poetry and grace….smoothe and efficient
Killers, on a killing machine…
Killing…
Again.
Cold. {We ride to Zuchabbar And then…. the Glory that is Rome]
A song for the Black Eagle that takes our spirits to the sky…
Ma chi tamoy ya bididi
Ma chi tamoy konspiwa ye di
Ma chi tamoy ya bididi
Ma chi tamoy konspiwa ye di
Ma kem wah hoKam yi man
Da hom na him Kayi ta yeh
Imayen he em Kayi
Nakaya ya moy ya ne a wajite
Ma chi tamoy ya bididi
Ma chi tamoy konspiwa ye di
Ma chi tamoy ya bididi
Ma chi tamoy konspiwa ye di
Ma kem wah hokam yi man
Da hom Da him Kayi ta yeh
Imayen he em Kayi
Nakaya ya moy ya ne a wajite
Nakaya ya moy yi a Wajite
Nakaya ya moy ya ne a wajite
Kayi ta ye
Kaya moye na Wajite…
An Kaya namiya yie
a Wajite
Cold…
Early morning….
A panorama …
as wide as Gods Eyes…………………
Mist boils off the river.
It Is Fukken C.O.L.D.
Here we are.
Again.
Young. Afraid.
Running.
Again
In this cold dark.
And we gotta be fast.
Again
Sunrise izzin four minnits…
We got enough hardware to start a small war.
Again
Porra! We ARE a small war!
And we carry it all.
On our backs
Again
In this cold dark?
E’Sta merde
Puta merde
Va se foder –
Merde!
Su mama tam bien?
Merde!!
Again!
‘Cross this river
In this freezing water in this cold dark??
We will rise out
And we
Will
Prevail.
.
.
Take
.
A
.
Single
Deep
.
Breath
Again….
.
.and….. rrrrr rrrrr rrrr
.
Run…!
I will find you… Run….
Hunt.
Young and afraid. In this beautiful countryside
And running.
running…
beautiful
Seconds. Only seconds we have.
So beautiful…
I wish she could see this day…
Sister Corazon… an da aqui,
run with me… Vamonos!
take my hand,
I will keep you
Run with me…
stay close. Little sister…
I LOVE YOU STAY CLOSE
stay close…
Hold on Hold on to me…. Stay close… Wait……………WAIT!
RRRRRRRuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
We’re here…wait…
Spera spera! E’sta aqui… we are here …Spera… Wait
Hold on… ho-o-o—ld
Wait!
Look…..
DAY! Slow Forward…
Crawl with the Might of Rome at yore back
Crawl the bank on your stomach. Slippery.
Cold. And wet.
Clothes slippery, Cold. And wet.
Gun. Cold and wet.
All eyes all ears all heart.
Brave men… my men.
Cold. And wet
My heavy gun is light
My dark spirit is light
My open eyes are light
My first step…
Upon
the dew-laden grass…
Is
light.
.
.
.
And then…
And then???
we……………………. RU-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-N!
The sun creeps over the far montaigne
Blip#
*Ping*
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…..
And in this first blue green blaze
We can almost see each others faces
It does not matter
30 seconds we are on the frozen earth, crawling.
Worms. Dark and dangerous
Moving up to the contact point.
It does not matter…
Creeping into the hell of all hells
It does not matter…
Not any more…
Can hear voices awakening to the light
And we keep on moving
Sneaking, Creeping
And… Young and Afraid.
The voices may/might know we are there/here.
It does not matter
It really does not matter
Not any more,,,
It Is Too
Late. too. late…
too. late…
late…
Chhh Kka!
*Snik*
*Clik*
*chikka*
Lock in one Very Light…
Click… TOO Late…
Too
Late…
Wait for it… wait for i-i-i-i-i-t…
Poongh!. Out the chamber. It’s away.
And it is a real bright dawn.
Chik-ka* Poongh*
Chik-ka* Poongh*
Chik-ka* Poongh*
Real Brite! We bring Sunrise with us
As the Very’s float down shining upon our way – we are up.
Time to run…
Come!
Run with ME!!!
Running and afraid…
Running
We follow into our own hail of death
“Tight Fo-o-o-r-mati-o-o-o-o-o-n!”
Upon our enemies
Two formations as always… Tight Formation
Open fire from a Pincer formation and a Wedge Press from the opposing direction
We have them in a vise,,, Now squeeze
“Ti-i-i-i-i-ght For-May Sh-o-o-o-o-o—n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n!”
“V-i-i-i-ic-to-o-or-r-r-r-i-i-iaaaaaaaaa!”
“Ti-i-i-i-i-ght For-MAY ShaaaaaaNNNNNN!”
“V-i-i-i-ic-to-o-or-r-r-r-i-i-i– AAAaaaaaaaa!”
Mayhem explodes
who seek our lives and our sons
800 rounds a minnit. Six guns. 4800 rounds of flying metal.
Copper full metal jacket … airborne
A Minute
Lock chikka trigger
We were there for a while – more’n a minute I guess
I know I used all five mags and two belts in the two guns I had
That’s like mor’n two thousand rounds
‘Tsa lotta bullets. Bout 8 kilos.
An that’s just me. Alone
We Are Six
We are just six men
Cut a swathe
So wide. And so deep…
Axe of Satan?…
Voice of God?
Who knows…?
we cut down the village… the forest… everything.
Less ‘n three minutes.
Everything.
All of it
Six Just men
We lay waste about us in this early cold dawn.
Running in this river mist. Young and Afraid
Half concealed as a dream… Half revealed as a nightmare
Till it is all quiet an silent
We are done.
I am done, here.
Victoria
“Victoria!”
We shout: “Victoria!”
We whisper “Victoria”, in our most secret heart
Nothing moves. I live, Victoria
Pick thru the debris. I live, Victoria
The corpses… Not I, Victoria
The terroristas and the innocent bystanders. Not me, Victoria
Not me..
All. Together.
Dead
Together
I live. Victoria. I live.
VICTORIA!
Collect papers and files by the light of burning fires
Collect the weapons
Empty all pockets of all stuff
The stench of death and burned meat all around
Polaroid each face and picture in each bag with the stuff.
VICTORIA_A_A_A!!!!
Polaroid the surroundings. Add a notation to the tape recording of the fire-fight…
“Those guys” can deal with it tomorrow.
Can hear the call-sign.
Field radio is active.
Ships, inbound are only a minute away…tik tok.
TIK TOKKK!
I can hear The Breath of Angels everywhere for One Thousand Yards
VICTORIAS!
Our ships come for us… They come for us… Long gone the dawn for the day
“Airmobil. Your Position. In two. Prep detail…over”
We are not dead. Yet. Open my eyes
“This is your friendly tour guide. Welcome to Hell! DCS is northwest…. Touchdown…
Extraction in fifteen seconds… Run, you buggers, runnnnnn…
Gravity’s Angel will lift us out of this dark place. We run to meet her…
To fly straight into dawns light.
Fly like an arrow to heavens heart.
You Raise Me Up
I feel you come and lift me
I hear your voice over stormy sea
I hang upon your shoulder
Take me close to thee
Victoria
You Raise Me Up
To all that I should be
Make me proud
To fly so close to thee
Victoria
I hang upon your shoulder
You raise me up
For my face to see
Victoria
You Raise Me Up
VictoriAAAAAA!
Later the flies…
*** A private War. Again.
Whap. Whap whup whup whoop whoop … rotors in slow motion
Swirling blades clear the smoke
Dust and debris drift about
the ships drop in slomo
Long gone the dawn of the day
We are running
From dawns cool smoothe face
Of dawn of the day
Fiery Angels fall again… in slow motion…
red tongues lick to the ground
From dawn of the day
Melody of thunder rolls across the grass
In my heart shines the sun
Tasting the Field of Dreams
Of dawn of today
Bullets whistle about
Echoing with the sweet voice of revenge!
Long gone the dawn of today
Home we are… Lift Out!!!
Lift Out!!!
Lift Out!!!
As we scramble aboard….
Air Two clear about…over. Zam Air Traffic notifies outbounds –
Greek Boyz to detail X-RAY…We need cleaners… Clear the banks. Over
Rock n roll gennilmen we are going to a dance… I believe, over…
Ladies! Stop yore grinnin’ an’ drop yore linen…
Air One you are POST. Detail has targets hot…. Repeat TARGETS HOT your position. November Tango 6 November Tango 6… Zam Air over…
You ARE advised to proceed…. Nu call sign is Broadway….
Air One is stand off… be advised… you are kill zone. Stop not…
Cover their sorry arse. Maintain. Follows…
Zambezi Air Traffic OVER.,..
AirMobil AirMobil Air Three you are not done… Orders follow…
Stand By… ZZZt klik…
AirMobil Three, Nu order is …TIME IN THE WORLD…
do not hesitate…
be advised… you are do or die
glide path is 441 207
Reign of Fire…
Repeat
Reign of Fire……….441 207. Over
please proceed… be advised…AIRSTRIKE in TWO minutes…
you HAVE two minutes – then Geddout!…
Start yore clock….Maintain… Follows…
Zambezi Air Traffic OVER
Fuck! It’s Saturday afternoon. I should be in a disco party – dancing with her. Merda! Merda!
I flip the gate off the chain gun…
I should be dancin’…
load the belt neat and clip it tight…
I should be tastin’ her perfume…
fukkit…
taking off her pants
shut the gate…
Kissing her cunt
rotate barrels anti clock wise to lock
fucking her
release the safety
fucking her to the glorious end
locked and loaded…
listening to her sing for me
test battery charge to max
listening to the gentle lilt of her voice
“gunnery – secure drop-stations…”
the ship commences her spin… we start the drop…
“roger – drop stations secured”
“ AirMobil on glide path – over”
Slow Saturday afternoon spiral falling out of the jelly blue sky and I dream of her bum … the cleft of her buttocks in my target…
Every step of the way will find us…
With the cares of the world FAR behind us
Ship slides gentle from the sky…
We have All the Time in The World
Just for Love
Nothing more…, nothing less…
Only Love.
Whap Whap
Whup
Whup
Whoop
The jungle spins below
I can smell her space black hair in the breeze,
her laughter echoes in my mind.
The ship is on her side falling… 3000 feet
I am braced against gravity…
We swing once… pause … and… fall…
Brace… dropping…
almost terminal velocity…
2000 feet
Every step…
of the way will find us
With the cares of the world FAR behind us…Yes
We have All the Time in The World
Just for Love
Nothing more… nothing less…
Only love…
I feel your kiss upon my brow…
“Zambezi Air Traffic advises Engage Targets – Commence strafe…”
The ship turns as graceful as a hawk… slow… determined… READY
We fall… dropping…
1000 feet fast
Kiss me… besa me… besa me… kiss me…
We slide away… falling soft out of the cloud. Dropping deep.
500 feet.
Fast falling to the nose…turning
Graceful.
The air rushes past the door. So clean and fresh. Tail spins out….
We pause for a moment, rotating to target, and then plummet like a bolt from the hand of Zeus.
400 feet.
I twist the barrels in their housing… put on my gloves… pull the belt tight on the gate… lock.
I cant breathe… I Cant breathe!!!
Flip off the safety…
“We’re in the pipe… five by five…
DCS ranging is active… going to low beam… commence targeting… gunners stay frosty
on 441 207… SkyBolts armed to click… Test Click One…
Level 300 feet
It is all so peaceful now. I WANT you so bad… Our Business begins. Again.
200…
Testing Click One
Click One live…
“Locked weapon active…Ranging…
I caress that button with my thumb… I dream of Dragons… Again.
“Locked Fire One… requesting target.. requesting…”
100 feet…
“See you in Heaven, my little Esita morena…remember me…I dream I dance with you Again…”
“Locked Fire Two” from the other door… “ranging targets…”
Ranging IS Active… stand by…>>>>
Barrels spin to speed… glittering and whirling…
”Ranging locked to Fire One…
Fire Two… prepare…
Targets are LIVE… Again
You have…
“Targets live!!!”
“Targets locked. Confirm” – we call in unison
“Engage…
AirMobil – You ARE One Eff Zee…
Proceed…”
Forty feet …
We drop like a lead balloon.
Twenty feet…we are doing 350 kays swift as a hawk.
“Engage…”
In the orchestrated hail of metal and rocket fire we lift as graceful as mothers day gentle and smoothe. Behind us lies devastation.
The entire river bank up to the brush line is aflame, for one kilometre. Nothing could live in that inferno.
Drrrrrrrrrrrrrr-drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-drrr-drrrrrrrrrrrrrr-drrrrrrrrrrrrrr-rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr- ting
The MAG bounces in my hands – I dream of you, Carnale meu
New belt. We gonna trip out D.C. Sunshine Superman and me
Not a Scratch.
Lift to 300 and turn. The ship rotates.
Time to Turn and Burn
Falling. Upside down… Backward…in a hard loop
Roll Her! Coast Her!
Direct drop… straight down… again
My life And my world are before me…
again
“AirMobil descending heavy, AirMobil descending heavy…watch our point… Last marker over….”
Two hundred… We are lost in the gloom and smoke…in for the kill
“AirMobil – last marker
“…. last marker…
“…. last marker…
We are lost….
descending heavy… the rain and the mist conceal us – I hope…
My finger slips in the cowl. One more time.
Rotate barrels on the chamber.
Press button.
Barrels come to speed in an instant.
Gatling gun is hot
EVERYTHING is a hot target…
DDrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttt- drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt-drrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Fuck I polished them my selfffffire!
We are on left drift.
I have the “front door”
I call the ship about: “Hard Sweep” –
I shout, “Hard Sweep”
Dizzy brings the ships nose up, stalls, hits reverse fan and falls backward to the battle field turning…
rotating the ship longitudinal. We come about. Facing down…
Nose first Back the way we came out…
Bolt from the Blue… we drop like a hawk…
Fire!….
Poetry and grace….smoothe and efficient
Killers on a killing machine… Killing… Again.
Can hear the SkyBolts as they leave under my feet – four into the haze.
We go in again.
One more time. Just to make sure, ju unnerstand?
“Hello… How are you… Fine I am just fine… Wont you come in…Said the dragon to the actress…
I was just preparing a soufflé
Like a taste??
Schultz loads… I can hear the missile pods loading “We Are UP Lieutenant”
“SkyBolts plugged in”… I can hear the launch track stacking… brrr,,, dink, brrr dink Twelve deep…
I tell Dizzy: “Take us in…Run Silent. Run deep … were not going home… Not YET”
I am hypnotized The barrels are awhirl… the barrels are my world.
We sweep low, falling quick beyond the river bank.
We are the second sunrise today…
Just all them red streaks on the land and fire all about was not in my dream.
I made it WITH…
I did not DREAM it. Long gone the dawn of the day
I know Dragons like us live amongst you.
Visit you. In your dreams. In your nightmares.
We fly there every night. And day
Mind is aware and personal and steel.
Steal my heart and steal my soul – Until it is all steel.
Polished smoother.
Shining brighter.
Shining…
Like the shiny jets flashing by overhead, dropping toward the river… and as we peel of I see the whole forest come alight… flames must be four storeys high… so bright they hurt the eyes… intense rocket fire and lots of explosions… behind us…. As we leave.
::: Earlier………….
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh. Snff! Aaaaaaa… One Straight Line…
Know why they call it Marching Powder?
“Cos its in a straight line. Yea!!
Hup Tup Thrip Foah!
Sunrise
And it is a big day
We are all out here dressed so smart and smooth.
“Right Dress” is the sign above the mirror.
We are right dressed. Alright!
“Drab Olive”, they call it.
Otherwise every thing else is matt black
And gun-metal blue, and dull. Cam O Flage.
But we?
We shine.
I Think of my Sister Spirit
What she must think of me. As I do this
Shiny white boys
Reddy four inspeckshun
You wont find a grain in the barrel of this weappin, Sergeant!
Clean as Hades… (all night fire in the back).
Guaranteed.
And such a crisp cool evening.
Clear as Gods Eye.
I think of you in your pink negligee.
With those little blue flowers?
The Lapis Lazuli? Little sister…
And that small stain from when we…
I fight so that you may be free
Cos you wanna sit on a rainbow
An make it your own
I can smell your black hair when I look at those small blue flowers
Outside the doors of the barracks.
I see them…. I smell you, Sister Moon,
On the Bridge of Sighs
So close as those flowers
So close
As a dream
Its all too beautifull – I love you more than my own life, my sweet sister
You can miss out school
You can touch the sky
If I die loving you –it is enough, my sister. I will be proud to die for you.
But tonight?
Again.
We’re gonna be all special like.
Special.
And dark…Again
For this Special Dance…in this Special private war
We were soldiers, once.
As we board our ship, her wings spin above us in a litany of the promise of life.
She is ours and we belong to her. Only.
We kiss her hot cold skin
We rise on Wings of Song….
She sings to us. And we love her
For we worship her above all Gods
We kiss her hot cold skin
And she takes us away to places, you never been.
She sings for us and keeps us safe
A pride and a melody
That only men who have lived in combat helicopters can know.
We kiss her hot cold skin
As she prays for us –
We hear her heart beat
For us
A peace.
A quiet.
A Quiet that comes from confidence.
And strength and Heavens beat
In the silent eye of the storm
A knowledge that you are going to win.
We kiss her hot cold skin
The glory of Our Lady, whom we protect from danger
And cherish above all others
This Lady… Gods Angel
We yearn for the beat of her wings
Our Lady.
Gravity’s Angel
We kiss
Her hot cold skin
The Lady of Immaculate Deception
AirMobil! AirMobil! Stand by for order of the day ZZZtt click
Your order is All Along The Watch Tower… please proceed
ZZZtt click
We peel away
Good batting – Hitman… give em one
the skin of the day
We may die
But not this day.
Luck! AirMobil… We fly with you… over
Not today
Take em Out… ZamAir over…
AirMobil in strike …. Last marker… Over
Good batting… over
You have immediate close air support in ONE minute…
then break out
Zambezi Air Traffic over…
AirMobil confirms, over
Time?
Enough.
We have All the Time in the World
AirMobil… AirMobil… be advised… you are One EffZee… please proceed… One EffZee
Zambezi Air Traffic…
Out………………… ZZZtt click
We are alone.
Again…
AirMobil Aerospatiale helicopter gunship arriving on parade at Llewelynn Barracks. Bulawayo.
AirMobil. Zambezi Long Beach. Tete Province
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