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Fellows, this is a story from before my character took command of the 335th. There is some gas available for civilian use, and so four officers in the squadron go off-roading for some R&R.
Read it, and have a good laugh: folks on the HPCA and alternatehistory.com boards had some....And what would you do if you were that Cuban
R&R
335th Tactical Fighter Squadron, Williams AFB, AZ, 1100 Hours Mountain War Time, 18 November, 1986.
Captain Matt Wiser of the 335th was sitting at his desk in the squadron office. He was deputy Operations Officer for the squadron, and had just wrapped up some paperwork. War or no war, the Air Force bureaucracy had its own rules, and the oepaper warriors had their own ways of going about things. Though the CO, Lt. Col. Dean Rivers, felt that the less paper in the way, the better, and he had no qualms about folding, spindling, mutilating, bending, or just plain ignoring regulations if they got in the way of getting things done. The Exec, Major Troy McPherson, felt the same way, and let that filter down to the other officers, and having the CO of the Marine Air Group to which they were attached, and Major General Richard Tanner, who commanded the Tenth Air Force, agree with that was a big morale booster. They knew what parts of the book to keep and which ones to throw away. Everyone was happy with that, except for another Major, who was an Academy man first, last, and always, and was appalled at the way things were done in the squadron, and was despised by everyone, and not just the other officers, but the NCOs and enlisted airmen as well. The man was even called oeOur Frank Burns, by 1st Lt. Mark Ellis, and the name had stuck.
Now, his squadron paperwork all done, Capt. Wiser was wondering how to spend the rest of the stand-down. The squadron had been pulled off combat operations for two days already, and wouldn't be back flying for another five, and a lot of people were using that time to catch up on sleep, or just plain hang out. The squadron was billeted at the nearby Sheraton in Mesa, and just sitting by the pool and chasing waitresses-or other female officers did appeal to him, but since he had met his WSO, the latter was no longer an option, for he and that officer, 1st Lt. Lisa Eichhorn, had been seeing each other in a way that, prewar, would've gotten them an Article 15 at least, but with the country fighting for its national survival, fraternization regs were among the first things that went out the window, as far as many unit commanders were concerned. Though the eager-beaver Major, much to Rivers' (and both Capt. Wiser's and Lt. Eichhorn's) disgust, had tried to write them up for the rule violation. The CO was more concerned with how his officers did their jobs, and if a couple of officers of the opposite sex were attracted to each other, that was none of his-or anyone else's business, as long as they kept their private lives off base. oeWhat you guys and gals do when you're off base and on your own time is nobody's business, but yours. Just check your private lives at the gate when you come on base, he had told the squadron at a unit assembly back in July. And yet, the overzealous Major didn't get the word, or didn't care, for he tried to have Guru (Wiser's call sign) and Goalie (Eichhorn's), written up. After summoning the two to his office, Colonel Rivers asked if they were seeing each other on a more.....intimate basis, and they said yes. oeDoes it interfere with both of you in the cockpit oeNo, Sir, was the reply. And Guru and Goalie watched with satisfaction as Rivers tore up the paper. The Frank Burns wannabe stormed out of the office in a fit of the sulks.
Guru was looking at his aircraft log book-which was different from his own personal logbook. There were a couple of issues he felt needed attention, with the altimeter giving some trouble, and the INS was starting to get a little balky, so he filled out the maintenance request and was ready to give it to 1st Lt. Kevin O'Donnell, one of the maintenance officers, when Goalie came by. oeI just talked to Rivers. We've both got five days R&R if we want it.
oeSerious
oeYep. We've been hitting it pretty hard, and he agreed. Hell, half the squadron's going on R&R-as long as it's within the State of Arizona and nowhere near the Mexican border..
Guru nodded. oeGot any ideas I've been to the Grand Canyon already.
oeSo have I, Goalie said. oeAnd the ski areas near Flagstaff don't have enough snow yet, anyway.
Then 1st Lt. Kyle Radner came by. He was Guru's wingmate. oeWhat are you guys doing for R&R
oeI was just asking our flight lead the same thing, Lieutenant Eichhorn said. oeWell
Guru thought for a minute. Skiing wasn't on the agenda, and just sitting by the pool didn't appeal to him-as long as Goalie was around. He'd seen her in a bathing suit often-and out of one several times. Then something occurred to him. oeHow about going off-roading
oeWhere Radner asked.
oeEither northeast of here, in the Tonto National Forest, or to the west of Phoenix,in the desert, Wiser said.
oeWhat about the nuclear power plant Goalie asked. oeThat place has so much security you'd think it was Fort Knox. She was referring to the Palo Verde Nuclear Power Plant west of Phoenix. The plant provided much of the power for the Phoenix-Tuscon area, including several defense plants in the Mesa and Tuscon areas, as well as military bases. Hence, the DOE guards had been reinforced by military police, and a five-mile oeno-go zone was being strictly enforced. There were checkpoints on I-10 and the local roads, and word had it that anyone straying off the roads could expect to be shot, and to make matters worse, there were minefields around the plant, or so rumor said.
oeNot to worry: we get past the plant, get off of the Interstate, and then go off road, Guru said. oeThere's some BLM land, and that should be enough. A couple of desert springs, maybe an old ghost town, things like that. Out in the middle of nowhere, so we can forget the war for a few days.
And it's private, Goalie knew. Which appealed to her a great deal. oeSounds good. She turned to Kyle oeHow about it
oeWhy not I'll get Brad Garrison and our girlfriends, Radner said. oeWhat'll we be driving Dune buggies
Guru laughed. oeNo. That Jeep dealer I bought my Grand Cherokee from They also rent four-by-fours. And I do believe someone you know, Kyle, has a Jeep CJ-7.
Wiser was referring to newly-promoted 1st Lt. Ryan Blanchard, who happened to be Radner's girlfriend.
oeYou're right about that.
oeOkay. Got anyone else you want to invite Guru asked.
oeNot this time: the smaller the party, the better. And we're not an inviting target.
Guru knew what Radner meant. There were reports of Soviet, Cuban, and even Mexican Special Operations Forces slipping across the border and raising whatever havoc they could create. oeYeah, he nodded. oeAll right: go to the Armory and check out four M-16s and some ammo. Bring your sidearm.
Goalie and Radner nodded. oeWill do.
oeI'll call the dealer and rent a Jeep for Goalie and myself. I'm not taking my Grand Cherokee off-road just yet.
oeAnd I'll get the camping gear from the Base Recreation Office, Goalie said.
Radner came back. He'd called his WSO, Capt. Brad Garrision. No joy on the trip, Brad said: he had an uncle who lived in Prescott, and the man had invited Brad up for some fishing.
1400 Hours Mountain War Time: I-10, West of Phoenix, AZ:
Guru was driving the Jeep that he'd rented only two hours before, and it was packed with gear. He and Goalie had packed enough to last four and a half days, and they planned to be back at Williams the afternoon of the 23rd. Even with wartime, traffic along I-10 in Phoenix was flowing normally: people still lived along the I-10 corridor, and they had to go to and from work, there were employees at the Palo Verde nuclear power plant, and they had their commutes, truck traffic-both civilian and military, and so on. Except for the occasional HAWK missile site that was part of the Phoenix Air Defense, and the amount of military traffic, one might forget there was a war on.
When he'd rented the Jeep, the salesman-who he'd dealt with when Guru had bought his Grand Cherokee, pointed out a couple of dings. When Capt. Wiser asked what had made them, the salesman replied, matter of fact it seemed, that the previous renters had run afoul of some Cubans, and they had taken some fire. oeLovely, had been Guru's reply.
After they cleared Phoenix itself, traffic thinned out, but then they came across a vivid reminder that the war was still on. Five miles before the offramp, there was a sign: oeMILITARY AREA: CHECKPOINT AHEAD: MILITARY POLICE. This was part of the security for the Palo Verde plant. oeGet your ID out, Guru said to Goalie.
When they got to the checkpoint, there were plenty of MPs around, along with some V-100 and V-150 armored cars, machine-gun emplacements, even a pair of jeeps with TOW missile launchers. Goalie looked at Guru. This was the first time either one had been in this part of Arizona. oeThey're not fooling around, she noted.
oeWith that nuke plant Guru asked. oeWould you
An MP Sergeant came up to the Jeep as Guru stopped. oeID, Sir.
Guru handed the MP both his and Goalie's, along with their passes. oeHere you go, Sergeant.
oeSir, Ma'am, would you step out of the vehicle We need to check beneath.
Both officers got out of the jeep, and stood aside as the MP checked underneath the jeep with mirrors. oeSir, do you have anything in the vehicle we should know about
oeBesides our camping gear Guru asked, and the MP nodded. oeTwo M-16s and two pistols, for protection.
oeThank you, Sir, The MP nodded. Several of the MPs checked the jeep, and Goalie noticed Radner's jeep being given a similar going-over.
The inspection took a few minutes, and Guru noticed the heavy security off the freeway: there was a barbed-wire fence that was topped with razor wire, along with signs that warned the unwary that not only could trespassers expect to be shot, but there also signs warning of minefields. And there was a UH-1 helo flying over as well.
Then an MP nodded to his Sergeant. oeAll clear, Sarge.
The MP handed their ID and passes back. oeThank you, Sir, Ma'am. Just stay on the freeway and you'll be fine. Don't get off the interstate for any reason until you pass the eastbound checkpoint.
Nodding, Guru and Goalie got back in the jeep and got going. At the offramp, there was another checkpoint at the end, for those exiting the freeway, and there were more Military Police there. Another five miles, and then they came to the eastbound checkpoint, and a sign that said oeEND MILITARY AREA. Only then did he open up and head west to the exit they planned to take, Exit 81. Then they headed up on the local road to the small town of Salome, where they stopped to ask where some good jeep driving might be found. A couple of locals pointed out some areas on their map that prewar, some off-road clubs from Phoenix had used, with a warning as well. oeSome folks say they've seen Cubans around, but no telling if they're true or not.
Guru took the jeep onto some of the trails, and both he and Radner gave their jeeps a good workout. That first night, they found a campsite that other off-roaders had used, mainly due to the fire ring present. In the light of the campfire, Ryan Blanchard remarked that one might even be able to forget there was a war on. The night sky was clear, and filled with stars, and that made her point. And when the four went into their tents, they discovered another, more....intimate way of forgetting they were at war.
22 November 1986, 1700 Mountain War Time. North of U.S. 60, La Paz County, AZ:
Three days had passed, and the quartet was getting ready to enjoy their final night in the desert. Radner had found an old mine, but no one was foolish enough to go inside, fearing a cave-in. Several old mining shacks and a few old ranch houses, though, had been worth exploring, and though most everything had been taken with the previous occupants, heavy items like a wood stove, or a metal frame bed, remained. Not to mention finding an old 1920s' era truck that had been stripped and abandoned. oeWhy's this thing still here Radner asked.
oeSimple: it's so far off the main roads, and want to bet the scrap metal drives haven't come this way Goalie replied.
oeYeah, I suppose so, he said. oeWho'd want to try farming here
oeSomebody who was either desperate, foolish, or both, Ryan said. oeNo wonder they left.
oeOr they left when WW II broke out, Guru said. oeEither way, a job in a war plant or just plain enlisting beats staying out here.
Nodding, Ryan went out back. oeThere's a well, and..uh-oh.
oeWhat Goalie asked.
oeBoot prints, and they're not that old. Maybe a week.
Guru and Radner came over, along with Goalie, to have a look. oeWhose Guru asked.
oeGood question, Ryan said. oeThey're degraded, though. Wind and rain, I'd say.
oeDidn't it rain, when, Tuesday Goalie asked.
oeYep, Guru said. oeThat'd degrade any prints. Remember SERE 'Rain is your friend when it comes to water. Just as long as you don't leave your own prints in the mud.
oeLet me guess: that came back to help on that E&E Radner quipped.
oeYeah.
Goalie looked at the tracks, oeWell, somebody's been here. The question is, who
oeThat is a very good question, Ryan said. Her instinct as a CSP was in high gear. oeThe well's not dry, so whoever it was probably stopped to get water.
oeStill, we'd better find a campsite soon, Guru said. oeAnd when we do, just as we've been doing, we keep our rifles close by.
oeRoger that, Goalie said, and the others nodded.
23 November 1986: 0225 Mountain War Time, North of U.S. 60, La Paz County, AZ:
The party found a campsite near a pond that showed on their BLM maps. There was a rocky ledge about a hundred yards away, but after Guru led Ryan on a search-an old habit from his E&E days, he pronounced the area clear. After a meal of MREs and coffee, they settled down for the night. It would be their last night before heading back to Williams the next morning, and the day after that, for the F-4 crewers, it was back in the saddle, and taking it to the ComBloc. There was some stargazing, and a couple of meteors made sure that part of the night didn't go to waste, then Radner and Ryan went into their tent, and soon after, Guru and Goalie did the same. And things got much more....intimate after that.
Unknown to the party, a six-man patrol of Cuban Special Forces was up on the ledge, watching. They were on a recon, having been inserted by helicopter from Mexico a few days earlier, and they had been watching U.S. 60 and I-10, noting the traffic on both highways. Now, they were about to try and execute the second phase of their mission, and take a prisoner or two with them back to Mexico for interrogation. Civilian or military, it didn't matter. The Team Leader gave his orders, and his men headed down toward the campsite.
In the tent she shared with Radner, Ryan Blanchard woke up. Something just didn't seem right. Whether it was her instinct as a cop-and she had been one before the war, or what, she didn't know, but something was out there, she felt. The moonlight came through the tent, and she could see her bare skin-Kyle was as good in a sleeping bag as he was in bed, and she smiled at that. Still, something was up. So she put on her boots, when there was a sound outside.
Goalie heard that sound, too. oeMatt, wake up! She hissed.
Guru woke up to see Goalie leaning over him. The last time someone had woken him up in a tent, he'd seen that....thing. oeWhat He whispered.
oeSomething's out there, and I don't think it's a coyote. She paused. oeWe may have two-legged company.
oeUh-oh...Get dressed, Guru said. Goalie was in her birthday suit, and he only had his underwear on. He threw on a T-Shirt and his boots, and was reaching for his rifle, when a shot rang out.
oeOh, Shit! Goalie said, throwing on a T-shirt of her own, and grabbing her own rifle, when gunfire came from the other tent.
Ryan watched as the intruders-three of them, she could see, approached the camp. She had only time to put on her combat boots and grab her M-16, and wake up Kyle at the same time, before she took matters into her own hands. Ryan poked her M-16 out the tent flap, took aim at the lead intruder, and opened fire, dropping him with a four-round burst. Then AK fire came in reply.
oeGreat! Guru said as the bullets started flying. oeWe come out here to get away from the war, and it found us. He spotted a target and fired, putting a bullet into the target's shoulder.
oeHey, you're used to this! Goalie said as she grabbed her own rifle. oeI'm not.
Another burst of gunfire came from the other tent, and in the moonlight, Guru saw another intruder drop to the ground, apparently dead. Then he heard shouts in Spanish. oeCubans.....
In their tent, Ryan looked at Kyle. He had his own M-16 at the ready. oeRemember your small-arms training
oeYeah. At the Academy: my Doolie Summer, he replied.
oeGood enough. Cover me. She said, grabbing her M-16 and running outside, with Radner firing as she did so. Only then did he realize that she only had her combat boots on.
Guru and Goalie saw it as well. oeWhat the Goalie said, incredulous at the sight.
oeCover her, Guru said. He sprayed the ridgeline with his own M-16, and advanced to his Jeep. He cautiously went around the back, and found a Cuban there, clutching his left shoulder. The man tried to go for his own AKM, but Guru put a burst into his chest, killing him. He then saw Ryan running up to the ridge. oeGoalie!
oeWhat
oeThrow some gas on the fire when I tell you to. He ordered.
Nodding, she came to the jeep and pulled out a gas can. oeReady.
oeNot yet, he said, spraying more fire at the ridge, then he grabbed a fresh magazine in the jeep and slapped it into his rifle.
Up on the ridge, the Cuban Lieutenant was having a fit. What had seemed to be an easy mark was clearly not the case, and whoever they were down there, they were more than ready. He recognized the M-16 by its own sound, and he cursed this wretched country, where anyone and their mother could have such a rifle if they were civilians. Now, three of his men were down, and counting himself, there were only three left. And the gunfire from down below had them pinned down. Going to recover the bodies of their comrades, as per their orders, was clearly not an option. He turned to one of the two troopers left. oeYou two, get to the rendezvous point. I'll cover you. If I'm not there in an hour, proceed to the extraction site.
oeSi, Comrade Lieutenant, one of the troopers-a corporal-said.
oeGo.
As the two troopers slipped away, the Lieutenant heard a sound It sounded like someone was coming around one of the rocks. He raised his AKM, only to see a flash, and then he felt his right leg come out from under him.
Ryan watched the two Cubans run down the other side of the ridge in the moonlight, but she saw a third. He turned to face her,and raised his rifle, but she didn't give him that chance. Ryan didn't have time to aim, so she sprayed a burst at his lower body, and watched as he went down, clutching his right leg. She walked over to him and kicked the AKM out of the way, then she safed it and after picking it up, she slung it over her shoulder, and taking his pistol as well.. oeNice try, Fidel. The Cuban looked at her. oeNow get up.
Down below, Guru, Goalie, and Radner were scanning the ridgeline. There was no more fire coming, and they had heard Ryan's M-16. oeWe go up Radner asked.
oeNo, Guru said firmly. oeWe wait. His time with the Resistance was showing, and this was the first time anyone in the squadron had been able to see it.
Goalie looked at him and nodded. He's been through this before, she realized. She turned back to look at the ridge, and saw someone limping, with another right behind with a rifle in hand and another over the shoulder. oeI think that's her. Nobody's shooting.
oeTime to make sure. Ryan!
oeYO!
oeWho were the three hosts of That's Incredible!
oeJohn Davidson, Cathy Lee Crosby, and Fran Tarkenton! Guru, I loved that show!
oeThat's her, Goalie said. oeAnd I liked that show, too.
Nodding, Guru said. oeCome on in! He turned to Goalie. oeNow you can get the gas on the fire.
Goalie took a metal gas can and flung some gas on the campfire embers, and the fire blazed up. In the firelight, they could see Ryan, wearing only her combat boots, and with an M-16 in one hand, a Tokarev TT-33 pistol in another, and an AKM slung over her shoulder, pushing a Cuban soldier ahead of her. And everyone could see the Cuban was wounded. oeWell, I'll be damned.
oeWhat Ryan asked.
oeYou're probably the first woman to capture an enemy wearing her birthday suit and combat boots.
Hearing that, Guru and Radner laughed. And both could see Ryan breaking out with an evil-looking smile. oeI wonder if Fidel here knows Guru commented.
oeHe's wounded, Ryan said. oeSomeone get a first-aid kit.
Radner went to their jeep and got the kit. He checked the wound in the blazing firelight. oeLooks like a through-and-through. He commented, putting some sulfa in the wound and applying a pressure bandage. Working quickly, he finished bandaging the Cuban, who nodded his thanks, then he started babbling in Spanish.
oeWhat's he saying Guru asked. oeAnybody speak Spanish
The others shook their heads no.
oeAll right, Guru said. He stuck his head in the Cuban's face. oeSpeak any English
oeSi, the Cuban replied.
oeWhat are you talking about Guru demanded.
oeSenor, please, shoot me.
oeWhat Guru asked, shocked. oeWhy
The Cuban looked at Ryan. oeBecause, not only have I been captured by a woman, but by a naked woman. I will never live this down, and if I make it to one of your prison camps, I will be a laughingstock. Please, Senor, shoot me!
The other three looked at Ryan. She had put the Cuban's rifle and pistol in the Jeep, but was still pointing her M-16 at the Cuban. And she was still wearing only her combat boots. She looked at Guru, who nodded, then said to the Cuban. oeThat's your problem.
oePlease!
oeSorry, but you'll be handed over to the proper authorities who deal with prisoners of war. If you want to try to escape, you can take your chances with them. Ryan said to the Cuban, who was not at all happy, and was on the verge of crying.
oeI beg you! Please! You can say to your own people that I was trying to escape...please!
oeSorry... Ryan said as she went back into the tent.
oeWhat'll we do with this loser Radner said.
oeWe do what Ryan said. We'll take Highway 60 back, and we can drop him off at Luke's main gate. Their intel shop will want to have a chat with this guy, Guru decided. oeBut this is a first.
oeWhat Goalie asked.
oeWe never kept prisoners when I was with the Resistance. Lori Sheppard had a habit of shooting them. Either when their interrogations were finished, or she just plain shot them out of hand.
Hearing that, the Cuban was hoping that this American, who had clearly been with the bandits and terrorists who called themselves the Resistance, might take his old comrade's habit to heart, and finish him. But that was not to be.
oeAll right, Guru ordered. oeGoalie, find some rope and tie this guy up. I'll take the first watch. You take over in an hour, then Radner, then Ryan.
oeHopefully, she'll be dressed this time, Radner observed.
oeMaybe, Guru smiled, then turned to the Cuban, who was practically in tears.
0630 Hours Mountain War Time, 23 November, 1986, La Paz County, AZ.
oeRise and Shine, sleepyheads! Ryan shouted.
Guru and Goalie came out of their tent. After taking their turns guarding the prisoner, both had gone back to sleep-fully dressed this time, and Radner had done the same. Now, it was time to eat breakfast, break camp, and start heading back to civilization.
As they ate, they noticed their prisoner, who was hog-tied in the back of Guru and Goalie's jeep. oeGive him something Radner asked.
oeIf Lori Sheppard was here, she'd be asking about his last meal, Guru quipped.
oeThat bad Goalie asked. She knew full well what her pilot had experienced on that E&E, and they'd had a long talk about it. Just in case they went skydiving, and and met up with the guerillas.
oeShe'd be thinking about where to shoot him and how many times, Guru said. oeLori had no problems about blowing out somebody's kneecaps, and maybe his elbows, too, before finishing him off. Given what they did to her family, I don't blame her at all.
oeFrom what you told me, Goalie chipped in, oeneither do I.
As they ate, Ryan decided to give the Cuban a granola bar, which he took gratefully, even though he was hog-tied in the back of a jeep. And he was still begging her to shoot him. She shook her head, then went back to help break camp. oeThis chump's still asking us to shoot him.
oeHe'll be disappointed. When we get to Luke, they'll have a chat with this dude, and send somebody out after his friends. Guru said.
oeWho Radner asked.
oeEver hear of the Apache trackers
oeOh...Them. Radner said quietly.
Goalie nodded. oeYep, them. And a lot of their old ways came back with the war. She turned to the Cuban, knowing that he was listening. oeIf they had caught this guy, he'd be smeared with honey, left out in the desert, and leave him for the ants. And the expression on the Cuban's face was one of shock.
oeI guess he knows, Ryan quipped. oeYou guys remember that Blinder that went down on the reservation You know, the one near San Carlos
oeThe one where the Army found all three crewmen scalped and left staked out in the desert, after they'd been flayed alive Guru said.
oeThat's the one. The Army and the AF had to remind the tribe that it was hard to interrogate corpses, and that taking a downed Russian or Cuban alive was a good thing. Ryan said, glaring at the Cuban, who looked properly terrified.
oeWell, the trackers will find this guy's friends, wherever they are, Goalie said. oeAnd they'd better hope the trackers are in the mood to bring 'em in alive. Otherwise....
The Cuban lieutenant's expression was one of horror. Were these Americans going to turn him over to the Wild Indians Their savagery was well-known to the Socialist Forces, and apart from a few progressive individuals, the tribes had disdained the efforts of the liberating forces, and had taken to the hills and formed their own groups of terrorists. If a company or a battalion went on a sweep, they found nothing. If a squad or platoon went on a patrol, they never came back, and often, the soldiers had been put to death in ways that their Soviet adviser said oeWould make an Afghan puke.
Guru finished his MRE coffee. oeAll right, let's break camp and get going.
oeWhat about the Cuban bodies Radner asked.
oeWhat about 'em Guru replied. oeTake their weapons and ammo, check them for any documents, maps, etc, and just plain leave 'em. The trackers will take care of the bodies. Even if it's tossing them in that pond, Guru thought to himself. Good riddance.
0930 Hours Mountain War Time, U.S. 60, La Paz County, AZ.
It had taken an hour to break camp, and another hour and a half to get to a road, but finally, the party was on U.S. 60, headed east. They had passed through a couple of small towns, and except for locals, and a couple of delivery trucks making their rounds, there was hardly any traffic. It was a Sunday, after all. When they went through the towns, some folks waved. At a STOP sign, a local deputy sheriff was curious. oeGot an extra passenger
oeHe crashed our party last night, Guru said. oeTaking him to Luke AFB.
oeCuban or Mexican The deputy asked.
oeCuban.
The deputy nodded. oeBetter you guys got him than the local posse. They've found a few Cubans and Mexicans out this way.
oeTurn 'em over to the Army Ryan asked.
oeA few. Some tried to escape, said the deputy. oeAnd they got either shot, or if they were recaptured, the posse didn't bother with the Army. They got strung up from the chaparral.
oeGood way to deal with 'em, Goalie said.
oeYou all have a good day, the deputy said. oeIf he tries to escape...
oeDon't worry about that.
A couple hours later, they were approaching the Phoenix area. Goalie was driving this time, and Guru had a map out. oeLitchfield Road is the one we want. That takes us right to Luke.
oeRoger that, Goalie said. oeHow's our passenger
Guru turned to check on the Cuban, pointing his M-16 in the prisoner's direction. He was still hog-tied in the back, half buried under the camping gear. oeStill there.
oeGood, she nodded. Then an intersection came after a few miles. The sign said, oeLitchfield Rd. Luke AFB. She glanced at Guru. oeThis it
He nodded.Take the right.
She took the right, and Ryan and Radner were right behind them. Traffic was light for a Sunday, and it didn't take long until they were at Luke's main gate. As one expected, there was a lot of security. oeNow what Just drop this chump off
Guru unbuckled his seat belt and stood up. There were quite a few CSPs there, checking vehicles entering the base. One of them seemed to glance in their direction. He waved, and the airman came to the jeep to see what was going on. Guru handed the airman his ID.
The airman looked at the ID, then said, oeSir, what can I do for you
oeWe were off-roading, and had this chump- Guru motioned to the Cuban, then went on oecrash our party last night. Can we turn him over to you
The airman-who'd been in the Air Force all of six months, nodded. oeLet me get my sergeant, Sir.
oeYou do that.
The airman went back to the gate, and talked to a couple of other CSPs. They came back, and one of them was a Staff Sergeant. oeSir
oeGot a Cuban for you guys, Guru said.
oeSir, bring him up to the gate, and we'll take him off your hands. the Sergeant said.
oeWe'll follow you, Guru said, nodding to Goalie.
The airmen waited until the traffic ahead had gone onto the base, then waved the two jeeps on in. Since Guru was the ranking officer, he went to deal with the security people. The sergeant opened the door to the Security Office at the gate. A female CSP Lieutenant was there, oeCaptain, She said. oeYou have a Cuban
oeThat's right, and I want to turn him over to you guys. He's wounded, and there were likely buddies with him. Guru said.
She nodded, oeLet's go see him.
Guru took her to the jeep and showed the Cuban to her. She nodded to her CSPs, and they got the prisoner out of the jeep.. oeNo problem, Captain. We'll take it from here.
One of the CSPs checked the Cuban over. oeSir, he jokingly said to Guru, oeyou don't have tags for this one.
oeOpen season, Charlie, the sergeant replied. oeAnd no bag limit.
oeLieutenant, Guru said, oeYou might want to sic the Apache Trackers after this guy's buddies. We killed three of 'em, and he had to have had more. He took out the map and showed where the encounter had occurred.
oeNo problem, Sir, the CSP officer said. oeWe've got some here, and they'll find the rest of 'em. Dead or alive.
One of the airmen came up with a EPW form on a clipboard. oeSir, you need to fill this out.
Guru nodded, then waved to Ryan oeCome on up here. You caught him.
Ryan came up, and both of them filled out the form. After signing it, Ryan said, oeHe's all yours.
Guru handed the form to the CSP officer. oeOne other thing: this guy's been begging us to shoot him since we caught him.
oeWhy Asked the CSP Lieutenant.
oeBecause, when Lieutenant Blanchard here caught him, she had on only her combat boots and an M-16. Guru said. The CSP officer looked at Ryan, who simply nodded.
oeWe won't let him forget it, the CSP Sergeant said, overhearing the conversation as two airmen untied the Cuban.
oeGood.
The Cuban tapped the CSP Sergeant on the shoulder, then pointed to Ryan, oeMean Woman!
And everyone laughed.
1400 Hours Mountain War Time, 335th TFS, Williams AFB, AZ
After turning in the camping gear and weapons, and returning the rented jeep to the dealer, the party went back to the squadron to check in. Colonel Rivers was there, earlier than they expected. oeBoss, Guru said. oeEnjoy your time off
oeThat I did. Never been to the Grand Canyon before, so that was a good one, Colonel Rivers said. oeHow about you guys
They all looked at each other. oeWell, Sir, Goalie said. oeWe had some offroading, some stargazing, and...
oeLet me guess, each other's company Rivers asked.
The couples looked at each other and shrugged.
oeGuess that's a 'yes,' I'd bet, Rivers said.
oeYes, Sir, Ryan said.
oeNow, what's this about a Cuban Rivers wanted to know. oeFirst thing I get when I come back is a call from Luke, thanking you guys for bringing in a Cuban prisoner.
The four all looked at each other. oeWell, uh, Radner said.
oeOut with it! Rivers said.
oeIt went like this, Sir, said Ryan. And she told the story. When she was finished, Rivers was incredulous.
oeWas it really like that He wanted to know.
Guru and Goalie nodded. oeYes, Sir, Guru said. oeIt's true. In every detail.
oeIncredible, Rivers said. oeAll right, get settled back in, get plenty of sleep, because 0530 tomorrow, it's back in the saddle.
oeYES, SIR! All four shouted.
oeDismissed, Rivers said, still shaking his head.
As they left Squadron HQ, Radner asked, oeNow what
oeFollow the Boss' advice: have a good dinner, hit the sack early, and it's SA-6s, Shilkas, and MiGs all over again, Guru said to his wingmate.
One week later, Radner and his back-seater were dead, victims of SA-6. A painful reminder of how in wartime, life could be short. It was Guru and Goalie who broke the news to Ryan. Ten years later, Major Ryan Blanchard would name her firstborn son Kyle, in honor of a friend who had helped make her first weeks at Williams as pleasant as could be in wartime.
Read it, and have a good laugh: folks on the HPCA and alternatehistory.com boards had some....And what would you do if you were that Cuban
R&R
335th Tactical Fighter Squadron, Williams AFB, AZ, 1100 Hours Mountain War Time, 18 November, 1986.
Captain Matt Wiser of the 335th was sitting at his desk in the squadron office. He was deputy Operations Officer for the squadron, and had just wrapped up some paperwork. War or no war, the Air Force bureaucracy had its own rules, and the oepaper warriors had their own ways of going about things. Though the CO, Lt. Col. Dean Rivers, felt that the less paper in the way, the better, and he had no qualms about folding, spindling, mutilating, bending, or just plain ignoring regulations if they got in the way of getting things done. The Exec, Major Troy McPherson, felt the same way, and let that filter down to the other officers, and having the CO of the Marine Air Group to which they were attached, and Major General Richard Tanner, who commanded the Tenth Air Force, agree with that was a big morale booster. They knew what parts of the book to keep and which ones to throw away. Everyone was happy with that, except for another Major, who was an Academy man first, last, and always, and was appalled at the way things were done in the squadron, and was despised by everyone, and not just the other officers, but the NCOs and enlisted airmen as well. The man was even called oeOur Frank Burns, by 1st Lt. Mark Ellis, and the name had stuck.
Now, his squadron paperwork all done, Capt. Wiser was wondering how to spend the rest of the stand-down. The squadron had been pulled off combat operations for two days already, and wouldn't be back flying for another five, and a lot of people were using that time to catch up on sleep, or just plain hang out. The squadron was billeted at the nearby Sheraton in Mesa, and just sitting by the pool and chasing waitresses-or other female officers did appeal to him, but since he had met his WSO, the latter was no longer an option, for he and that officer, 1st Lt. Lisa Eichhorn, had been seeing each other in a way that, prewar, would've gotten them an Article 15 at least, but with the country fighting for its national survival, fraternization regs were among the first things that went out the window, as far as many unit commanders were concerned. Though the eager-beaver Major, much to Rivers' (and both Capt. Wiser's and Lt. Eichhorn's) disgust, had tried to write them up for the rule violation. The CO was more concerned with how his officers did their jobs, and if a couple of officers of the opposite sex were attracted to each other, that was none of his-or anyone else's business, as long as they kept their private lives off base. oeWhat you guys and gals do when you're off base and on your own time is nobody's business, but yours. Just check your private lives at the gate when you come on base, he had told the squadron at a unit assembly back in July. And yet, the overzealous Major didn't get the word, or didn't care, for he tried to have Guru (Wiser's call sign) and Goalie (Eichhorn's), written up. After summoning the two to his office, Colonel Rivers asked if they were seeing each other on a more.....intimate basis, and they said yes. oeDoes it interfere with both of you in the cockpit oeNo, Sir, was the reply. And Guru and Goalie watched with satisfaction as Rivers tore up the paper. The Frank Burns wannabe stormed out of the office in a fit of the sulks.
Guru was looking at his aircraft log book-which was different from his own personal logbook. There were a couple of issues he felt needed attention, with the altimeter giving some trouble, and the INS was starting to get a little balky, so he filled out the maintenance request and was ready to give it to 1st Lt. Kevin O'Donnell, one of the maintenance officers, when Goalie came by. oeI just talked to Rivers. We've both got five days R&R if we want it.
oeSerious
oeYep. We've been hitting it pretty hard, and he agreed. Hell, half the squadron's going on R&R-as long as it's within the State of Arizona and nowhere near the Mexican border..
Guru nodded. oeGot any ideas I've been to the Grand Canyon already.
oeSo have I, Goalie said. oeAnd the ski areas near Flagstaff don't have enough snow yet, anyway.
Then 1st Lt. Kyle Radner came by. He was Guru's wingmate. oeWhat are you guys doing for R&R
oeI was just asking our flight lead the same thing, Lieutenant Eichhorn said. oeWell
Guru thought for a minute. Skiing wasn't on the agenda, and just sitting by the pool didn't appeal to him-as long as Goalie was around. He'd seen her in a bathing suit often-and out of one several times. Then something occurred to him. oeHow about going off-roading
oeWhere Radner asked.
oeEither northeast of here, in the Tonto National Forest, or to the west of Phoenix,in the desert, Wiser said.
oeWhat about the nuclear power plant Goalie asked. oeThat place has so much security you'd think it was Fort Knox. She was referring to the Palo Verde Nuclear Power Plant west of Phoenix. The plant provided much of the power for the Phoenix-Tuscon area, including several defense plants in the Mesa and Tuscon areas, as well as military bases. Hence, the DOE guards had been reinforced by military police, and a five-mile oeno-go zone was being strictly enforced. There were checkpoints on I-10 and the local roads, and word had it that anyone straying off the roads could expect to be shot, and to make matters worse, there were minefields around the plant, or so rumor said.
oeNot to worry: we get past the plant, get off of the Interstate, and then go off road, Guru said. oeThere's some BLM land, and that should be enough. A couple of desert springs, maybe an old ghost town, things like that. Out in the middle of nowhere, so we can forget the war for a few days.
And it's private, Goalie knew. Which appealed to her a great deal. oeSounds good. She turned to Kyle oeHow about it
oeWhy not I'll get Brad Garrison and our girlfriends, Radner said. oeWhat'll we be driving Dune buggies
Guru laughed. oeNo. That Jeep dealer I bought my Grand Cherokee from They also rent four-by-fours. And I do believe someone you know, Kyle, has a Jeep CJ-7.
Wiser was referring to newly-promoted 1st Lt. Ryan Blanchard, who happened to be Radner's girlfriend.
oeYou're right about that.
oeOkay. Got anyone else you want to invite Guru asked.
oeNot this time: the smaller the party, the better. And we're not an inviting target.
Guru knew what Radner meant. There were reports of Soviet, Cuban, and even Mexican Special Operations Forces slipping across the border and raising whatever havoc they could create. oeYeah, he nodded. oeAll right: go to the Armory and check out four M-16s and some ammo. Bring your sidearm.
Goalie and Radner nodded. oeWill do.
oeI'll call the dealer and rent a Jeep for Goalie and myself. I'm not taking my Grand Cherokee off-road just yet.
oeAnd I'll get the camping gear from the Base Recreation Office, Goalie said.
Radner came back. He'd called his WSO, Capt. Brad Garrision. No joy on the trip, Brad said: he had an uncle who lived in Prescott, and the man had invited Brad up for some fishing.
1400 Hours Mountain War Time: I-10, West of Phoenix, AZ:
Guru was driving the Jeep that he'd rented only two hours before, and it was packed with gear. He and Goalie had packed enough to last four and a half days, and they planned to be back at Williams the afternoon of the 23rd. Even with wartime, traffic along I-10 in Phoenix was flowing normally: people still lived along the I-10 corridor, and they had to go to and from work, there were employees at the Palo Verde nuclear power plant, and they had their commutes, truck traffic-both civilian and military, and so on. Except for the occasional HAWK missile site that was part of the Phoenix Air Defense, and the amount of military traffic, one might forget there was a war on.
When he'd rented the Jeep, the salesman-who he'd dealt with when Guru had bought his Grand Cherokee, pointed out a couple of dings. When Capt. Wiser asked what had made them, the salesman replied, matter of fact it seemed, that the previous renters had run afoul of some Cubans, and they had taken some fire. oeLovely, had been Guru's reply.
After they cleared Phoenix itself, traffic thinned out, but then they came across a vivid reminder that the war was still on. Five miles before the offramp, there was a sign: oeMILITARY AREA: CHECKPOINT AHEAD: MILITARY POLICE. This was part of the security for the Palo Verde plant. oeGet your ID out, Guru said to Goalie.
When they got to the checkpoint, there were plenty of MPs around, along with some V-100 and V-150 armored cars, machine-gun emplacements, even a pair of jeeps with TOW missile launchers. Goalie looked at Guru. This was the first time either one had been in this part of Arizona. oeThey're not fooling around, she noted.
oeWith that nuke plant Guru asked. oeWould you
An MP Sergeant came up to the Jeep as Guru stopped. oeID, Sir.
Guru handed the MP both his and Goalie's, along with their passes. oeHere you go, Sergeant.
oeSir, Ma'am, would you step out of the vehicle We need to check beneath.
Both officers got out of the jeep, and stood aside as the MP checked underneath the jeep with mirrors. oeSir, do you have anything in the vehicle we should know about
oeBesides our camping gear Guru asked, and the MP nodded. oeTwo M-16s and two pistols, for protection.
oeThank you, Sir, The MP nodded. Several of the MPs checked the jeep, and Goalie noticed Radner's jeep being given a similar going-over.
The inspection took a few minutes, and Guru noticed the heavy security off the freeway: there was a barbed-wire fence that was topped with razor wire, along with signs that warned the unwary that not only could trespassers expect to be shot, but there also signs warning of minefields. And there was a UH-1 helo flying over as well.
Then an MP nodded to his Sergeant. oeAll clear, Sarge.
The MP handed their ID and passes back. oeThank you, Sir, Ma'am. Just stay on the freeway and you'll be fine. Don't get off the interstate for any reason until you pass the eastbound checkpoint.
Nodding, Guru and Goalie got back in the jeep and got going. At the offramp, there was another checkpoint at the end, for those exiting the freeway, and there were more Military Police there. Another five miles, and then they came to the eastbound checkpoint, and a sign that said oeEND MILITARY AREA. Only then did he open up and head west to the exit they planned to take, Exit 81. Then they headed up on the local road to the small town of Salome, where they stopped to ask where some good jeep driving might be found. A couple of locals pointed out some areas on their map that prewar, some off-road clubs from Phoenix had used, with a warning as well. oeSome folks say they've seen Cubans around, but no telling if they're true or not.
Guru took the jeep onto some of the trails, and both he and Radner gave their jeeps a good workout. That first night, they found a campsite that other off-roaders had used, mainly due to the fire ring present. In the light of the campfire, Ryan Blanchard remarked that one might even be able to forget there was a war on. The night sky was clear, and filled with stars, and that made her point. And when the four went into their tents, they discovered another, more....intimate way of forgetting they were at war.
22 November 1986, 1700 Mountain War Time. North of U.S. 60, La Paz County, AZ:
Three days had passed, and the quartet was getting ready to enjoy their final night in the desert. Radner had found an old mine, but no one was foolish enough to go inside, fearing a cave-in. Several old mining shacks and a few old ranch houses, though, had been worth exploring, and though most everything had been taken with the previous occupants, heavy items like a wood stove, or a metal frame bed, remained. Not to mention finding an old 1920s' era truck that had been stripped and abandoned. oeWhy's this thing still here Radner asked.
oeSimple: it's so far off the main roads, and want to bet the scrap metal drives haven't come this way Goalie replied.
oeYeah, I suppose so, he said. oeWho'd want to try farming here
oeSomebody who was either desperate, foolish, or both, Ryan said. oeNo wonder they left.
oeOr they left when WW II broke out, Guru said. oeEither way, a job in a war plant or just plain enlisting beats staying out here.
Nodding, Ryan went out back. oeThere's a well, and..uh-oh.
oeWhat Goalie asked.
oeBoot prints, and they're not that old. Maybe a week.
Guru and Radner came over, along with Goalie, to have a look. oeWhose Guru asked.
oeGood question, Ryan said. oeThey're degraded, though. Wind and rain, I'd say.
oeDidn't it rain, when, Tuesday Goalie asked.
oeYep, Guru said. oeThat'd degrade any prints. Remember SERE 'Rain is your friend when it comes to water. Just as long as you don't leave your own prints in the mud.
oeLet me guess: that came back to help on that E&E Radner quipped.
oeYeah.
Goalie looked at the tracks, oeWell, somebody's been here. The question is, who
oeThat is a very good question, Ryan said. Her instinct as a CSP was in high gear. oeThe well's not dry, so whoever it was probably stopped to get water.
oeStill, we'd better find a campsite soon, Guru said. oeAnd when we do, just as we've been doing, we keep our rifles close by.
oeRoger that, Goalie said, and the others nodded.
23 November 1986: 0225 Mountain War Time, North of U.S. 60, La Paz County, AZ:
The party found a campsite near a pond that showed on their BLM maps. There was a rocky ledge about a hundred yards away, but after Guru led Ryan on a search-an old habit from his E&E days, he pronounced the area clear. After a meal of MREs and coffee, they settled down for the night. It would be their last night before heading back to Williams the next morning, and the day after that, for the F-4 crewers, it was back in the saddle, and taking it to the ComBloc. There was some stargazing, and a couple of meteors made sure that part of the night didn't go to waste, then Radner and Ryan went into their tent, and soon after, Guru and Goalie did the same. And things got much more....intimate after that.
Unknown to the party, a six-man patrol of Cuban Special Forces was up on the ledge, watching. They were on a recon, having been inserted by helicopter from Mexico a few days earlier, and they had been watching U.S. 60 and I-10, noting the traffic on both highways. Now, they were about to try and execute the second phase of their mission, and take a prisoner or two with them back to Mexico for interrogation. Civilian or military, it didn't matter. The Team Leader gave his orders, and his men headed down toward the campsite.
In the tent she shared with Radner, Ryan Blanchard woke up. Something just didn't seem right. Whether it was her instinct as a cop-and she had been one before the war, or what, she didn't know, but something was out there, she felt. The moonlight came through the tent, and she could see her bare skin-Kyle was as good in a sleeping bag as he was in bed, and she smiled at that. Still, something was up. So she put on her boots, when there was a sound outside.
Goalie heard that sound, too. oeMatt, wake up! She hissed.
Guru woke up to see Goalie leaning over him. The last time someone had woken him up in a tent, he'd seen that....thing. oeWhat He whispered.
oeSomething's out there, and I don't think it's a coyote. She paused. oeWe may have two-legged company.
oeUh-oh...Get dressed, Guru said. Goalie was in her birthday suit, and he only had his underwear on. He threw on a T-Shirt and his boots, and was reaching for his rifle, when a shot rang out.
oeOh, Shit! Goalie said, throwing on a T-shirt of her own, and grabbing her own rifle, when gunfire came from the other tent.
Ryan watched as the intruders-three of them, she could see, approached the camp. She had only time to put on her combat boots and grab her M-16, and wake up Kyle at the same time, before she took matters into her own hands. Ryan poked her M-16 out the tent flap, took aim at the lead intruder, and opened fire, dropping him with a four-round burst. Then AK fire came in reply.
oeGreat! Guru said as the bullets started flying. oeWe come out here to get away from the war, and it found us. He spotted a target and fired, putting a bullet into the target's shoulder.
oeHey, you're used to this! Goalie said as she grabbed her own rifle. oeI'm not.
Another burst of gunfire came from the other tent, and in the moonlight, Guru saw another intruder drop to the ground, apparently dead. Then he heard shouts in Spanish. oeCubans.....
In their tent, Ryan looked at Kyle. He had his own M-16 at the ready. oeRemember your small-arms training
oeYeah. At the Academy: my Doolie Summer, he replied.
oeGood enough. Cover me. She said, grabbing her M-16 and running outside, with Radner firing as she did so. Only then did he realize that she only had her combat boots on.
Guru and Goalie saw it as well. oeWhat the Goalie said, incredulous at the sight.
oeCover her, Guru said. He sprayed the ridgeline with his own M-16, and advanced to his Jeep. He cautiously went around the back, and found a Cuban there, clutching his left shoulder. The man tried to go for his own AKM, but Guru put a burst into his chest, killing him. He then saw Ryan running up to the ridge. oeGoalie!
oeWhat
oeThrow some gas on the fire when I tell you to. He ordered.
Nodding, she came to the jeep and pulled out a gas can. oeReady.
oeNot yet, he said, spraying more fire at the ridge, then he grabbed a fresh magazine in the jeep and slapped it into his rifle.
Up on the ridge, the Cuban Lieutenant was having a fit. What had seemed to be an easy mark was clearly not the case, and whoever they were down there, they were more than ready. He recognized the M-16 by its own sound, and he cursed this wretched country, where anyone and their mother could have such a rifle if they were civilians. Now, three of his men were down, and counting himself, there were only three left. And the gunfire from down below had them pinned down. Going to recover the bodies of their comrades, as per their orders, was clearly not an option. He turned to one of the two troopers left. oeYou two, get to the rendezvous point. I'll cover you. If I'm not there in an hour, proceed to the extraction site.
oeSi, Comrade Lieutenant, one of the troopers-a corporal-said.
oeGo.
As the two troopers slipped away, the Lieutenant heard a sound It sounded like someone was coming around one of the rocks. He raised his AKM, only to see a flash, and then he felt his right leg come out from under him.
Ryan watched the two Cubans run down the other side of the ridge in the moonlight, but she saw a third. He turned to face her,and raised his rifle, but she didn't give him that chance. Ryan didn't have time to aim, so she sprayed a burst at his lower body, and watched as he went down, clutching his right leg. She walked over to him and kicked the AKM out of the way, then she safed it and after picking it up, she slung it over her shoulder, and taking his pistol as well.. oeNice try, Fidel. The Cuban looked at her. oeNow get up.
Down below, Guru, Goalie, and Radner were scanning the ridgeline. There was no more fire coming, and they had heard Ryan's M-16. oeWe go up Radner asked.
oeNo, Guru said firmly. oeWe wait. His time with the Resistance was showing, and this was the first time anyone in the squadron had been able to see it.
Goalie looked at him and nodded. He's been through this before, she realized. She turned back to look at the ridge, and saw someone limping, with another right behind with a rifle in hand and another over the shoulder. oeI think that's her. Nobody's shooting.
oeTime to make sure. Ryan!
oeYO!
oeWho were the three hosts of That's Incredible!
oeJohn Davidson, Cathy Lee Crosby, and Fran Tarkenton! Guru, I loved that show!
oeThat's her, Goalie said. oeAnd I liked that show, too.
Nodding, Guru said. oeCome on in! He turned to Goalie. oeNow you can get the gas on the fire.
Goalie took a metal gas can and flung some gas on the campfire embers, and the fire blazed up. In the firelight, they could see Ryan, wearing only her combat boots, and with an M-16 in one hand, a Tokarev TT-33 pistol in another, and an AKM slung over her shoulder, pushing a Cuban soldier ahead of her. And everyone could see the Cuban was wounded. oeWell, I'll be damned.
oeWhat Ryan asked.
oeYou're probably the first woman to capture an enemy wearing her birthday suit and combat boots.
Hearing that, Guru and Radner laughed. And both could see Ryan breaking out with an evil-looking smile. oeI wonder if Fidel here knows Guru commented.
oeHe's wounded, Ryan said. oeSomeone get a first-aid kit.
Radner went to their jeep and got the kit. He checked the wound in the blazing firelight. oeLooks like a through-and-through. He commented, putting some sulfa in the wound and applying a pressure bandage. Working quickly, he finished bandaging the Cuban, who nodded his thanks, then he started babbling in Spanish.
oeWhat's he saying Guru asked. oeAnybody speak Spanish
The others shook their heads no.
oeAll right, Guru said. He stuck his head in the Cuban's face. oeSpeak any English
oeSi, the Cuban replied.
oeWhat are you talking about Guru demanded.
oeSenor, please, shoot me.
oeWhat Guru asked, shocked. oeWhy
The Cuban looked at Ryan. oeBecause, not only have I been captured by a woman, but by a naked woman. I will never live this down, and if I make it to one of your prison camps, I will be a laughingstock. Please, Senor, shoot me!
The other three looked at Ryan. She had put the Cuban's rifle and pistol in the Jeep, but was still pointing her M-16 at the Cuban. And she was still wearing only her combat boots. She looked at Guru, who nodded, then said to the Cuban. oeThat's your problem.
oePlease!
oeSorry, but you'll be handed over to the proper authorities who deal with prisoners of war. If you want to try to escape, you can take your chances with them. Ryan said to the Cuban, who was not at all happy, and was on the verge of crying.
oeI beg you! Please! You can say to your own people that I was trying to escape...please!
oeSorry... Ryan said as she went back into the tent.
oeWhat'll we do with this loser Radner said.
oeWe do what Ryan said. We'll take Highway 60 back, and we can drop him off at Luke's main gate. Their intel shop will want to have a chat with this guy, Guru decided. oeBut this is a first.
oeWhat Goalie asked.
oeWe never kept prisoners when I was with the Resistance. Lori Sheppard had a habit of shooting them. Either when their interrogations were finished, or she just plain shot them out of hand.
Hearing that, the Cuban was hoping that this American, who had clearly been with the bandits and terrorists who called themselves the Resistance, might take his old comrade's habit to heart, and finish him. But that was not to be.
oeAll right, Guru ordered. oeGoalie, find some rope and tie this guy up. I'll take the first watch. You take over in an hour, then Radner, then Ryan.
oeHopefully, she'll be dressed this time, Radner observed.
oeMaybe, Guru smiled, then turned to the Cuban, who was practically in tears.
0630 Hours Mountain War Time, 23 November, 1986, La Paz County, AZ.
oeRise and Shine, sleepyheads! Ryan shouted.
Guru and Goalie came out of their tent. After taking their turns guarding the prisoner, both had gone back to sleep-fully dressed this time, and Radner had done the same. Now, it was time to eat breakfast, break camp, and start heading back to civilization.
As they ate, they noticed their prisoner, who was hog-tied in the back of Guru and Goalie's jeep. oeGive him something Radner asked.
oeIf Lori Sheppard was here, she'd be asking about his last meal, Guru quipped.
oeThat bad Goalie asked. She knew full well what her pilot had experienced on that E&E, and they'd had a long talk about it. Just in case they went skydiving, and and met up with the guerillas.
oeShe'd be thinking about where to shoot him and how many times, Guru said. oeLori had no problems about blowing out somebody's kneecaps, and maybe his elbows, too, before finishing him off. Given what they did to her family, I don't blame her at all.
oeFrom what you told me, Goalie chipped in, oeneither do I.
As they ate, Ryan decided to give the Cuban a granola bar, which he took gratefully, even though he was hog-tied in the back of a jeep. And he was still begging her to shoot him. She shook her head, then went back to help break camp. oeThis chump's still asking us to shoot him.
oeHe'll be disappointed. When we get to Luke, they'll have a chat with this dude, and send somebody out after his friends. Guru said.
oeWho Radner asked.
oeEver hear of the Apache trackers
oeOh...Them. Radner said quietly.
Goalie nodded. oeYep, them. And a lot of their old ways came back with the war. She turned to the Cuban, knowing that he was listening. oeIf they had caught this guy, he'd be smeared with honey, left out in the desert, and leave him for the ants. And the expression on the Cuban's face was one of shock.
oeI guess he knows, Ryan quipped. oeYou guys remember that Blinder that went down on the reservation You know, the one near San Carlos
oeThe one where the Army found all three crewmen scalped and left staked out in the desert, after they'd been flayed alive Guru said.
oeThat's the one. The Army and the AF had to remind the tribe that it was hard to interrogate corpses, and that taking a downed Russian or Cuban alive was a good thing. Ryan said, glaring at the Cuban, who looked properly terrified.
oeWell, the trackers will find this guy's friends, wherever they are, Goalie said. oeAnd they'd better hope the trackers are in the mood to bring 'em in alive. Otherwise....
The Cuban lieutenant's expression was one of horror. Were these Americans going to turn him over to the Wild Indians Their savagery was well-known to the Socialist Forces, and apart from a few progressive individuals, the tribes had disdained the efforts of the liberating forces, and had taken to the hills and formed their own groups of terrorists. If a company or a battalion went on a sweep, they found nothing. If a squad or platoon went on a patrol, they never came back, and often, the soldiers had been put to death in ways that their Soviet adviser said oeWould make an Afghan puke.
Guru finished his MRE coffee. oeAll right, let's break camp and get going.
oeWhat about the Cuban bodies Radner asked.
oeWhat about 'em Guru replied. oeTake their weapons and ammo, check them for any documents, maps, etc, and just plain leave 'em. The trackers will take care of the bodies. Even if it's tossing them in that pond, Guru thought to himself. Good riddance.
0930 Hours Mountain War Time, U.S. 60, La Paz County, AZ.
It had taken an hour to break camp, and another hour and a half to get to a road, but finally, the party was on U.S. 60, headed east. They had passed through a couple of small towns, and except for locals, and a couple of delivery trucks making their rounds, there was hardly any traffic. It was a Sunday, after all. When they went through the towns, some folks waved. At a STOP sign, a local deputy sheriff was curious. oeGot an extra passenger
oeHe crashed our party last night, Guru said. oeTaking him to Luke AFB.
oeCuban or Mexican The deputy asked.
oeCuban.
The deputy nodded. oeBetter you guys got him than the local posse. They've found a few Cubans and Mexicans out this way.
oeTurn 'em over to the Army Ryan asked.
oeA few. Some tried to escape, said the deputy. oeAnd they got either shot, or if they were recaptured, the posse didn't bother with the Army. They got strung up from the chaparral.
oeGood way to deal with 'em, Goalie said.
oeYou all have a good day, the deputy said. oeIf he tries to escape...
oeDon't worry about that.
A couple hours later, they were approaching the Phoenix area. Goalie was driving this time, and Guru had a map out. oeLitchfield Road is the one we want. That takes us right to Luke.
oeRoger that, Goalie said. oeHow's our passenger
Guru turned to check on the Cuban, pointing his M-16 in the prisoner's direction. He was still hog-tied in the back, half buried under the camping gear. oeStill there.
oeGood, she nodded. Then an intersection came after a few miles. The sign said, oeLitchfield Rd. Luke AFB. She glanced at Guru. oeThis it
He nodded.Take the right.
She took the right, and Ryan and Radner were right behind them. Traffic was light for a Sunday, and it didn't take long until they were at Luke's main gate. As one expected, there was a lot of security. oeNow what Just drop this chump off
Guru unbuckled his seat belt and stood up. There were quite a few CSPs there, checking vehicles entering the base. One of them seemed to glance in their direction. He waved, and the airman came to the jeep to see what was going on. Guru handed the airman his ID.
The airman looked at the ID, then said, oeSir, what can I do for you
oeWe were off-roading, and had this chump- Guru motioned to the Cuban, then went on oecrash our party last night. Can we turn him over to you
The airman-who'd been in the Air Force all of six months, nodded. oeLet me get my sergeant, Sir.
oeYou do that.
The airman went back to the gate, and talked to a couple of other CSPs. They came back, and one of them was a Staff Sergeant. oeSir
oeGot a Cuban for you guys, Guru said.
oeSir, bring him up to the gate, and we'll take him off your hands. the Sergeant said.
oeWe'll follow you, Guru said, nodding to Goalie.
The airmen waited until the traffic ahead had gone onto the base, then waved the two jeeps on in. Since Guru was the ranking officer, he went to deal with the security people. The sergeant opened the door to the Security Office at the gate. A female CSP Lieutenant was there, oeCaptain, She said. oeYou have a Cuban
oeThat's right, and I want to turn him over to you guys. He's wounded, and there were likely buddies with him. Guru said.
She nodded, oeLet's go see him.
Guru took her to the jeep and showed the Cuban to her. She nodded to her CSPs, and they got the prisoner out of the jeep.. oeNo problem, Captain. We'll take it from here.
One of the CSPs checked the Cuban over. oeSir, he jokingly said to Guru, oeyou don't have tags for this one.
oeOpen season, Charlie, the sergeant replied. oeAnd no bag limit.
oeLieutenant, Guru said, oeYou might want to sic the Apache Trackers after this guy's buddies. We killed three of 'em, and he had to have had more. He took out the map and showed where the encounter had occurred.
oeNo problem, Sir, the CSP officer said. oeWe've got some here, and they'll find the rest of 'em. Dead or alive.
One of the airmen came up with a EPW form on a clipboard. oeSir, you need to fill this out.
Guru nodded, then waved to Ryan oeCome on up here. You caught him.
Ryan came up, and both of them filled out the form. After signing it, Ryan said, oeHe's all yours.
Guru handed the form to the CSP officer. oeOne other thing: this guy's been begging us to shoot him since we caught him.
oeWhy Asked the CSP Lieutenant.
oeBecause, when Lieutenant Blanchard here caught him, she had on only her combat boots and an M-16. Guru said. The CSP officer looked at Ryan, who simply nodded.
oeWe won't let him forget it, the CSP Sergeant said, overhearing the conversation as two airmen untied the Cuban.
oeGood.
The Cuban tapped the CSP Sergeant on the shoulder, then pointed to Ryan, oeMean Woman!
And everyone laughed.
1400 Hours Mountain War Time, 335th TFS, Williams AFB, AZ
After turning in the camping gear and weapons, and returning the rented jeep to the dealer, the party went back to the squadron to check in. Colonel Rivers was there, earlier than they expected. oeBoss, Guru said. oeEnjoy your time off
oeThat I did. Never been to the Grand Canyon before, so that was a good one, Colonel Rivers said. oeHow about you guys
They all looked at each other. oeWell, Sir, Goalie said. oeWe had some offroading, some stargazing, and...
oeLet me guess, each other's company Rivers asked.
The couples looked at each other and shrugged.
oeGuess that's a 'yes,' I'd bet, Rivers said.
oeYes, Sir, Ryan said.
oeNow, what's this about a Cuban Rivers wanted to know. oeFirst thing I get when I come back is a call from Luke, thanking you guys for bringing in a Cuban prisoner.
The four all looked at each other. oeWell, uh, Radner said.
oeOut with it! Rivers said.
oeIt went like this, Sir, said Ryan. And she told the story. When she was finished, Rivers was incredulous.
oeWas it really like that He wanted to know.
Guru and Goalie nodded. oeYes, Sir, Guru said. oeIt's true. In every detail.
oeIncredible, Rivers said. oeAll right, get settled back in, get plenty of sleep, because 0530 tomorrow, it's back in the saddle.
oeYES, SIR! All four shouted.
oeDismissed, Rivers said, still shaking his head.
As they left Squadron HQ, Radner asked, oeNow what
oeFollow the Boss' advice: have a good dinner, hit the sack early, and it's SA-6s, Shilkas, and MiGs all over again, Guru said to his wingmate.
One week later, Radner and his back-seater were dead, victims of SA-6. A painful reminder of how in wartime, life could be short. It was Guru and Goalie who broke the news to Ryan. Ten years later, Major Ryan Blanchard would name her firstborn son Kyle, in honor of a friend who had helped make her first weeks at Williams as pleasant as could be in wartime.
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