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The Last Mission Of The Seventh Cavalry
Charley Brindley
A unit of the Seventh Cavalry is on a mission over Afghanistan when their plane is hit by something. The soldiers bail out of the crippled plane, but when the thirteen men and women reach the ground, they are not in Afghanistan. A unit of the Seventh Cavalry is on a mission over Afghanistan when their plane is hit by something. The soldiers bail out of the crippled plane, but when the thirteen men and women reach the ground, they are not in Afghanistan. Not only are they four thousand miles from their original destination but it appears they have descended two thousand years into the past where primitive forces fight each other with swords and arrows. The platoon is thrown into a battle where they must choose sides quickly or die. They are swept along in a tide of events so powerful that their courage, ingenuity and weapons are tested to the limits of their durability and strength.
Charley Brindley
The Last Mission of the Seventh Cavalry
The Last Mission
of
The Seventh Cavalry
by
Charley Brindley
charleybrindley@yahoo.com
www.charleybrindley. (http://www.charleybrindley.com/)com
Edited by
Karen Boston
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Front and back cover art by
Niki Vukadinova
n.vukadinova@gmail.com
Published by Andalusia Publishing
andalusiapublishing.com
© 2019 Charley Brindley all rights reserved
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition January 2019
This book is dedicated to
Charley Brindley II
Other books by Charley Brindley
1. Oxana’s Pit
2. Raji Book One: Octavia Pompeii
3. Raji Book Two: The Academy
4. Raji Book Three: Dire Kawa
5. Raji Book Four: The House of the West Wind
6. Hannibal’s Elephant Girl Book One: Tin Tin Ban Sunia
7. Hannibal’s Elephant Girl: Book Two: Voyage to Iberia
8. Cian
9. Ariion XXIII
10. The Last Seat on the Hindenburg
11. Dragonfly vs Monarch: Book One
12. Dragonfly vs Monarch: Book Two
13. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book One: Exploration
14. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book Two: Invasion
15. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book Three: The Sand
Vipers
16. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book Four: The Republic
17. The Rod of God, Book 1: On the Edge of Disaster
18. The Rod of God, Book 2: Sea of Sorrows
19. Do Not Resuscitate
Coming Soon
20. Dragonfly vs Monarch: Book Three
21. The Journey to Valdacia
22. Still Waters Run Deep
23. Ms Machiavelli
24. Ariion XXIX
25. The Last Mission of the Seventh Cavalry Book 2
26. Hannibal’s Elephant Girl, Book Three
See the end of the book for details about the other books
Chapter One
Master Sergeant James Alexander stood at the rear of the C-130, swaying with the movement of the aircraft. He watched his twelve soldiers and wondered how many would survive this mission.
Three quarters? Half?
He knew they were headed for a fight with the Taliban.
God help us. Is that cracked-up drone worth the lives of half my people? Or even one?
He glanced at Captain Sanders, standing beside him, who also watched the soldiers as if he had the same concern.
A light on the forward bulkhead flashed red. The loadmaster saw it and held up his right hand, fingers spread apart. Captain Sanders nodded to the loadmaster.
“All right, Seventh Cavalry! Five minutes to the drop zone,” he told the soldiers. “Mount up, lock and load.”
“Hooyah!” the soldiers yelled as they scrambled to their feet and hooked their static lines to the overhead cable.
“Let’s rock and roll, people!” Sergeant Alexander shouted. “Check your buddy’s straps, packs, and ‘chutes.” He walked between the two rows of soldiers. “Don’t forget to roll when you hit the ground. Break a leg, and we’ll leave you behind to wait for the choppers.” He grabbed Private McAlister’s chest straps, yanking hard, testing the buckles. “Did anyone hear me?” the sergeant yelled.
“Yes, sir!” the soldiers cried out in unison. “Rock and roll when you hit the ground, break a bone, and you’re going home.”
The First Platoon of Delta Company was a newly formed unit that would normally have been led by a first lieutenant. Captain Sanders took charge when Lieutenant Redgrave was relieved on charges of insubordination and audacious behavior, or more accurately, drunk and disorderly while on duty.
Another reason Captain Sanders decided to take command of Delta: Four of the soldiers were women. A recent directive coming from the highest levels of the Pentagon allowed female soldiers to serve in frontline combat.
Every woman in the company had volunteered to fight alongside the men. Sanders had chosen four women who were in top physical condition and had outstanding records in all phases of combat training. These women would be the first in the Seventh Cavalry to face the enemy on the battlefield, and the captain wanted to have firsthand knowledge of their performance in case he had to write a letter to a grieving family.
Hydraulics squealed as the rear door of the aircraft lifted and the tailgate dropped into place. Instantly, the warm air of the cabin was sucked out and replaced by the chill atmosphere of an altitude of five thousand feet.
Alexander hurried to the back, where he took hold of a strap on the weapons container to steady himself. He and the captain looked down on heavy cloud cover.
“What d’ya think, Captain?” Alexander asked.
Captain Sanders shrugged and turned to face his soldiers. He tapped the side of his helmet, above his right ear, for a comm check. The noise from the slipstream made it impossible for them to hear him without their communicators. He then spoke into his mic.
“Everyone who can hear me, give me a thumbs-up.”
All but two of the soldiers gave the signal.
Alexander stepped over to the first soldier who didn’t respond. “Paxton, you butt-head.” He flipped on the soldier’s communicator. “The captain’s talking to you.”
“Oh, shit!” Private Paxton said. “Now I’m online, sir.” He gave the captain a thumbs-up.
“Your comm on?” Alexander asked the second soldier.
“Yeah, Sarge,” Private Kady Sharakova said, “but it ain’t working.”
Alexander checked her comm switch. “All right, Sharakova, it’s busted. Just pay attention and do what the guy in front of you does.”
“Right, Sarge. Whose butt we kicking today?”
“All the ugly ones.”
“Cool.”
Scars on a woman’s face usually mark her for scorn or contempt. However, Kady Sharakova wore her disfigurement more as a badge of honor than a blemish of humiliation.
The soldier in front of her grinned and made a floating motion with his hand. “Do everything I do.”
“Oh, grow up, Kawalski.” Kady thumped the front of his helmet with a flick of her index finger.
Alexander hurried back to the tailgate.
The captain spoke into his mic. “We’ve got a layer of clouds below, stretching wall to wall. The pilot said it’s too close to the ground for him to get under, so we’ll have to jump through it.”
“Hooyah,” one of the men said on the comm system.
“You people have had four practice jumps, but this will be the first time The Seventh Cavalry has parachuted into combat. Let’s get it right so I don’t have to requisition body bags.” He looked from one grim face to the next. “The Taliban has managed to bring down one of our newest drone aircraft, the Global Falcon. We’re going to take it away from them and capture the people who figured out how to hack into the drone’s avionics.”
He pulled a folded map from the inside pocket of his camo jacket. Alexander leaned in to watch the captain run his finger along a dashed red line.
“It looks like we’ve got a hike of about ten clicks from the LZ.” The captain handed his map to Alexander as he glanced along the two lines of soldiers. “We’ll be dropping into the edge of the Registan Desert. Our destination is a range of low rocky hills to the north. The electronic beacon on the drone is still working, so we’ll home in on that. There are no trees, no brush, no cover of any kind. As soon as you hit the sand, have your weapons ready. We could drop right into a fight. I’m going out first, followed by the weapons container.” He patted the huge fiberglass box sitting to his right. “Then I want all of you to follow just as fast as if you were lining up for chow at—”
The aircraft jerked violently to the right and tilted into a dive. The captain was thrown hard against the weapons container, knocking him unconscious. He tumbled off the tailgate and into the air as his static line yanked tight.
“We’ve been hit!” one of the soldiers yelled.
The metal of the airframe groaned as the plane twisted to the left, then seemed to right itself for a moment.
Alexander worked his way forward to the door leading into the cockpit. When he pulled the handle, the door flew open, hitting his helmet and almost taking off his arm. He pulled himself into the doorway, leaning into the wind howling through the open door.
“Holy shit!”
He blinked, not believing what he saw: The whole nose section of the C-130 was gone, including the pilot and co-pilot seats. The navigator’s seat was still in place, but it was empty. When he looked forward through the gaping hole where the front of the plane should have been, he was terrified to see they were spiraling toward a jagged mountaintop, no more than two miles ahead of them.
“Everybody out!” he yelled into his mic. His soldiers stared at him, frozen in place, as if they didn’t understand his order. “Out the back, NOW!”
He ran for the back of the plane, deciding he’d better lead them rather than try to push them out. It was like being on one of those crazy floors in a funhouse at the amusement park where sections of the floor undulate up, down, and sideways. It was impossible to keep his balance as the crippled aircraft lurched and shuddered in the air.
As the plane rolled, the metal skin ripped away, screeching through the cabin like a living creature being torn apart. Alexander was thrown against one of the men. A pair of strong hands grabbed his shoulders, keeping him from tumbling to the deck.
