I cleaned my ACR on the way back.
The pilot had been found by combat S and R, completly unconcious and fading. The cargo had been found. The Chinook's wings beat loudly above my head, and I closed my eyes and listened. It was like a lullaby. I was almost asleep but I heard a sound... of jets.
It was a Foxhound. I looked out the tiny porthole to see a missile streaking right at the front rotor blades.
The whole helicopter did a 180 when the missile hit, and 2 soldiers were taken down by shrapnel. The chopper flipped over, spinning and tumbling, and I hit the floor hard. I heard the pilot making desperate radio calls, and then the helicopter hit the ground and everything went to black.
I woke up, seeing a smashed and burning Chinook in my blurry vision. I groan, and then fall unconcious again.
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