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In Harms Way... de Opresso Liber... Poetry and grace….smoothe and efficient Killers, on a killing machine… Killing… Again.   Cold. {We ride Aerospatiale 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, SISTER, STAY CLOSE         stay close… Hold on Hold on to me…. Stay close… Wait……………   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. Zambezi 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 We have al the time in the world... 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. 1972  AirMobil. Zambezi Long Beach. Tete Province. 1972    "Air Mobile" in 1972 was the call sign for Allouette ZWVQ 122nd B Company - 3 Air Supply Platoon Rhodesia Army Services Corps Out of King George VI Barracks Stationed at Cranbourne Airfield Salisbury - Rhodesia