Rolling Thunder (2007) s-4

by Jack Terral

  Rolling Thunder (2007)

  ( Seals - 4 )

  Jack Terral

  Brannigan's Brigands are patrolling the Afghanistan/Iran border in high-tech vehicles when they meet a mobile corps of Iranian Special Forces who have their own agenda-to conquer. Now, Brannigan and his SEALs are targeted to be the first infidels to die in the terrorists' quest to establish no less than a modern day Persian Empire.

  Rolling Thunder

  Seals 04

  Jack Terral

  Prologue:

  The exchange of machine-gun fire built up in intensity, the choppy detonations echoing off in the desert sky. Brannigan ordered the vehicles to the west side of the defensive perimeter to find good fighting positions. Transmissions over the headsets came hot and heavy.

  This is Red One. I can count twenty of the bastards. Out.

  This is Green Three. They are starting to curve around our right flank. Out.

  This is Red Three. Same on our left. Out.

  This is Command One, Brannigan said. Section leaders, spread your vehicles out to avoid letting the enemy outflank us. Out. Then he turned his attention to the DPVs out on watch. Hey! You goddamn three blind mice, what're you doing out there? Sitting around with your heads up your asses?

  The first reply came from Mike Assad. Command One, nobody's slipped through this position. Command Three and Green Two gave the same reports, the dismay evident in their voices even over the radios.

  Alright, Brannigan said. Get your asses in here and come in shooting!

  *

  NOTE: Enlisted personnel in this book are identified by their ranks (petty officer third class, chief petty officer, master chief petty officer, etc.) rather than their ratings (boatswain's mate, yeoman, etc.) for clarification of status and position within the chain of command. However, when a man's rating is important in the story, he is identified by that designation.

  VEHICLE COMMAND ONE

  (Over All Command)

  Lieutenant William Wild Bill Brannigan,(Commander/Driver)

  PO3C Guy Devereaux,(Gunner)

  VEHICLE COMMAND TWO

  (Reconnaissance)

  PO2C Mikael Mike Assad,(Scout/Driver/Gunner)

  PO2C David Dave Leibowitz,(Scout/Driver/Gunner)

  VEHICLE COMMAND THREE

  (Medical and Communications)

  PO2C Francisco Frank Gomez,(Commo Chief/Driver/Gunner)

  PO3C James Doc Bradley,(Hospital Corpsman/Driver/Gunner)

  GREEN ASSAULT SECTION

  COMBAT VEHICLE GREEN ONE

  Lieutenant (JG) James Jim Cruiser,(Section Leader/Driver)

  PO2C Bruno Puglisi,(Gunner)

  CPO Matthew Matt Gunnarson,(Assistant Section Leader/Driver)

  PO3C Chadwick Chad Murchison,(Gunner)

  COMBAT VEHICLE GREEN THREE

  PO1C Michael Connie Concord,(Driver)

  PO2C Garth Redhawk,(Gunner)

  RED ASSAULT SECTION

  COMBAT VEHICLE RED ONE

  SCPO Buford Dawkins,(Section Leader/Driver)

  PO2C Josef Joe Miskoski,(Gunner)

  COMBAT VEHICLE RED TWO

  PO1C Guttorm Gutsy Olson,(Assistant Section Leader/Driver)

  PO3C Peter Pete Dawson,(Gunner)

  COMBAT VEHICLE RED THREE

  PO1C Michael Milly Mills,(Driver)

  PO2C Andrei Andy Malachenko,(Gunner)

  Military Maxims dictated by Napoleon Bonaparte as paraphrased by Petty Officer 2nd Class Bruno Puglisi of Brannigan's Brigands:

  When you're writing an OPORD, you gotta take into consideration every single thing the enemy can pull on you. Then jot down what you got to do to screw up the rat bastards no matter what kind of crap they try.

  Chapter 1

  USS DAN DALY

  THE ARABIAN SEA

  4 APRIL

  FOR the previous several weeks, Brannigan's Brigands had had most of the ship to themselves. Aside from the regular crew, the only other troops aboard were a collection of USMC Force Recon scheduled for deployment to Iraq to support a classified operation in the vicinity of the Syrian border. Additionally, a group of three Osprey helicopters, along with their pilots and crews, were more or less camping out while awaiting reassignment. Because of this dearth of population, the ves-sel's passageways practically rang hollow from the emptiness.

  The SEAL detachment commander, Lieutenant William Wild Bill Brannigan, was short a couple of men himself. Petty Officer Arnie Bernardi had been deployed on TDy to an orientation program in Kuwait, while Petty Officer Raynauld Pecheur had to go home on emergency leave to take care of some family problems that resulted from the latest storm in Louisiana. That pair of absences left Brannigan a total of one officer and sixteen petty officers present for duty. All were now growing antsy after the long period of shipboard confinement.

  The USS Dan Daly, LHX-1, was now a permanent assignment for the Brigands. She was the newest vessel in the United States Navy's amphibious assault inventory, having been designed and built in a concept so new and untried, the Navy couldn't decide whether to put an A for general purpose or a D for multipurpose on her designation. Thus, a temporary classification of X for test and evaluation was still being used even after several months of service.

  The USS Dan Daly's length was 390 feet, beam 55 feet, displacement 20,000 tons, and speed thirty knots. She boasted a floodable docking well that could accommodate one LCM-6 landing craft at a time she carried a pair of these and had parking space for eighty track and wheeled vehicles. The SEALs' ACV Battlecraft was also aboard, but was now only being given PM and taken out for short runs to keep her engine and transmission in tune.

  The Daly was an aircraft carrier along with her other missions, but because of her petite configuration, she was not designed for fixed-wing takeoff and landing operations. However, her flight deck could accommodate up to a dozen troop-carrying helicopters.

  The ship was aptly named after another pint-sized warrior, Gunnery Sergeant Dan Daly. The gunny had been a five-foot, six-inch-tall United States Marine dynamo who won two Medals of Honor. One was awarded in China during the Boxer Rebellion in 1900, and the other was pinned on his chest fifteen years later during counterinsurgency operations in Haiti. He was also known for his bravery in World War I when his unit faced an overwhelming number of Germans in the Battle of Belleau Wood. During a particularly hairy moment, he leaped to his feet and ran toward the enemy, shouting to his men, Come on, you sons of bitches! Do you want to live forever?

  Evidently, none of them did seek immortality, because they gave lusty cheers and followed him into enemy fire.

  .

  FLIGHT DECK

  1400 HOURS

  THE volleyball game between the Brigand's two assault sections had been the usual violent encounter with elbows and fists being driven into bodies during the hot action close to the net. Normally, Brannigan, his 2IC Lieutenant Junior Grade Jim Cruiser, Senior Chief Petty Officer Buford Dawkins, and Chief Petty Officer Matt Gunnarson would have been among the participants in the bruising competition. But they had been summoned to a special briefing with Commander Tom Carey and Lieutenant Commander Ernest Berringer. Thus, while the rest of the detachment were doing their best to pound and pummel each other into defeat, their leaders were seated in air-conditioned comfort in the company of the staff officers.

  Carey and Berringer were not stationed aboard the Daly. Although they shared office space on the ship, they were assigned to the USS Combs, an unobtrusive DDG that was a floating and very clandestine SPECOPS command post. She maintained almost total anonymity by sailing within the formations of carrier battle groups, seemingly employed on routine duties. Carey served as the N-3, while Berringer took care of the N-2 duties for all special op
erations that were launched from the Daly. Only a scant hour before, they had arrived from a mission briefing aboard the Combs that would affect Brannigan and his men.

  Upon their landing aboard the Daly, Carey and Berringer had immediately sent instructions for the senior members of Brannigan's Brigands to report to their shipboard office. Carey, as soon as the four SEALs arrived, opened the meeting in his usual terse, businesslike style:

  You're going on an operation.

  .

  1430 HOURS

  BRANNIGAN stepped out on the flight deck with Cruiser, Dawkins, and Gunnarson just behind him. The quartet surveyed the volleyball game, arriving at just the right moment to catch sight of Bruno Puglisi jumping up and hitting Joe Miskoski on top of the head with the edge of a closed fist. At that same exact instant, Miskoski slammed Puglisi in the midsection. Both collapsed to the deck, lying on their backs and staring up into the sky.

  Mike Assad, about to serve the ball, yelled out, Hey! You two guys get on your feet. Nobody called a ten-minute break that I know of.

  Puglisi, the breath knocked out of him, managed to roll over on his stomach and get up on his hands and knees. Uh . . . uh...glug...

  Miskoski was a bit more articulate. I ...got... headache...

  Senior Chief Petty Officer Buford Dawkins bellowed so loud, the chopper crews on the aft deck turned to look at him. Secure the game! Up to the isolation area! Move it!

  The SEALs responded immediately. Assad, still holding the ball, headed for the island with his best buddy, Dave Leibowitz, at his side. Meanwhile, Garth Redhawk and Chad Murchison grabbed Puglisi under the arms and hauled him to his feet. Miskoski was as well served by Milly Mills and Pete Dawson. The group left the flight deck under the amused gazes of the officers and chief petty officers.

  .

  ISOLATION

  1440 HOURS

  TINCH-HUT!

  SCPO Buford Dawkins' voice boomed across the compartment as he called the detachment to attention. Everyone immediately slid from their chairs, snapping-to and locking their heels. The two exceptions were Bruno Puglisi and Joe Miskoski. Puglisi, still breathing with some difficulty, slowly got to his feet, while Gutsy Olson grabbed the back of Miskoski's collar and hauled him to a standing position.

  Brannigan led the way in, followed by Commanders Carey and Berringer with Jim Cruiser. The SEAL officers continued on to the back of the compartment while the staff officers remained at the front. Carey nodded a greeting to his audience, saying, Take your seats. As soon as everyone was settled, he went directly into his spiel. You are going into Afghanistan to participate in Operation Rolling Thunder. The mission statement is as follows: You will conduct security patrols utilizing DPVs in the OA. He paused a moment before continuing. This is a cut-and-dried routine that is about as complicated as a kitchen match. Maybe even less so. In effect, you are there to 'show the flag,' as the old saying goes. Therefore, there will be no briefback. You are to fly from here to Station Bravo in Bahrain. I believe you launched your first operation from there as a brand-new platoon. You will board a C-One-Thirty at that location for a flight to Shelor Field just outside Kandahar.

  Chief Matt Gunnarson raised his hand. Will them DPVs be going with us, sir?

  Negative, Chief, Carey replied. There are nine of the vehicles already waiting for you. They were flown into Shelor three days ago.

  Excuse me, sir, Frank Gomez said. You said we'd be doing security patrols in an operation called Rolling Thunder. Who else is gonna be in the OA with us?

  You'll be by your lonesomes, Carey said.

  Que huevos! Gomez said with a laugh. Rolling Thunder makes it sound like the start of World War Three.

  Carey was not amused. I thought up the name myself.

  And a good name it is, sir, Gomez said. Real emprendedor and osado!

  I'm glad you approve, Petty Officer Gomez, Carey said dryly, not wanting to find out what the Spanish words meant. To continue then. Your duties, as I said, are quite straightforward. You are going to patrol the area and nose around. There's not much going on, but an outside chance always exists that something interesting might happen.

  Berringer added, But not much of one.

  Commander Berringer is correct, Carey agreed. But what the hell? It's better than sitting on your asses aboard the Daly. You'll be out and about, so to speak.

  How big is our OA, sir? Doc Bradley asked.

  Approximately 140 by 275 miles, Carey answered. It's a total of 38,500 square miles. Not really all that large for a motorized operation. Commander Berringer will give you all the details on the terrain. He shuffled through his notes. Have you all had experience with DPVs?

  Mike Assad stood up. Only me and Dave Leibowitz, sir. We went on an orientation and familiarization course at the China Lake Naval Weapons Center a little more'n a year ago.

  Okay, Carey said. He pulled some literature from his briefcase. Here's some photos and data sheets on the vehicles. Pass these around. As the material was distributed through the detachment, he continued his discourse. The DPV, i.e., desert patrol vehicle, is simply a very aggressive dune buggy, okay? It's one more piece of evidence that the SEALs will not be keeping one foot in the water as is traditional with past operations. They have two-wheel drive and because of their mission have a ground clearance of sixteen inches. Normally, they are manned by three men: a commander, driver, and gunner. But since you guys aren't exactly an armored brigade, Lieutenant Brannigan is going to have to reconfigure crew assignments.

  Joe Miskoski's head had now cleared enough for him to ask, How're they armed, sir?

  You'll have a single M-Two fifty-caliber heavy machine gun mounted behind and above the front seats, Carey explained. That's the gunner's position, from which the intrepid lad will fight the enemies of democracy and defend the American way of life.

  Mileage, sir? Andy Malachenko asked.

  Ten miles to the gallon, Carey said. The gas tanks hold twenty-one gallons, so you'll be able to go about two hundred ten miles per tankful. And here's some more data for you to digest. It has a wheelbase of one hundred fourteen inches, overall length of one hundred sixty-one inches, height of seventy-nine inches, and can manage a maximum grade of seventy-five degrees and a side grade of fifty degrees. Now hear this: She can go eighty miles an hour if you really have to haul ass.

  Mmm, Guy Devereaux mused. It's nimble little thing, ain't it?

  That it is, Carey said. Now! I have a bit more interesting news for you. You won't be taking the CAR-15s you usually carry along. Instead, there will be a brand-new weapon waiting for each of you at Shelor Field. I'm not familiar with it now, except to say it's a state-of-the-art enhanced carbine designated the Heckler and Koch Four-Sixteen System. Or, as your crowd is going to call it, the HK-Four-Sixteen. Don't ask me any questions about it. I've never even seen one, but the Navy wants written evaluations on all aspects of the weapon's performance submitted by each and every man.

  Brannigan, who had been scribbling in his notebook, waved his hand. What about resupply, sir?

  Ah, yes, Carey said. You will need chow and gas, won't you? Everything you need will be at Shelor Field, so you'll have to time your patrols so that there will be enough fuel to get back. You'll fly in with a basic load, then additional goodies will arrive as needed. Both Commander Berringer and I will be aboard the USS Combs as usual. You can contact us if anything disturbing pops up. He put everything back into his briefcase. So, with all that taken care of, I'll turn the meeting over to Commander Berringer.

  The N-2 passed out maps of the OA as he spoke to the Brigands. You are going to be operating in the area already mentioned by Commander Carey. The terrain is flat desert. The eastern limits will be approximately longitude sixty-five degrees east. That is the location of Shelor Field, but you'll be staying well west of there in order to perform effective patrols. But to avoid colliding with other operations, do not go east past that point.

  Bruno Puglisi spoke up. What if we're chasing some assholes?
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br />   Brannigan interjected, Then we'll keep chasing the bastards even if we go clear across the Asian continent.

  You will remain in Afghanistan, Berringer said. The sight of mountains will make your northern extreme very obvious. To be safe, make your southern border latitude thirty degrees north. That will keep you well clear of Pakistan. The western edge of the OA will be an impenetrable salt-marsh area, so Mother Nature will be putting the kibosh on any slapdash wandering around. That is located very close to the Iranian border. Needless to say, stay out of both Pakistan and Iran.

  Joe Miskoski piped up. Unless we're chasing somebody.

  Berringer barked, Don't cross those fucking international borders period, goddamn it!

  Aye, sir! Miskoski replied.

  The OA is populated by Pashtun people, Berringer continued. You are very familiar with them from your first operation as a unit in Afghanistan. You know they are a bit cranky pardon the understatement so it will be up to Lieutenant Brannigan to establish the sort of rapport with them that the situation dictates.

  Understood, sir, Brannigan acknowledged. What about opium production in the area?

  That is indeed going on up in those mountains, Berringer said. That is not your concern. As of now, we're leaving that problem to the Afghan government. However, there is a UNREO camp that has recently been established some twenty miles north of the Helmand River. They could be handy for information on the local situation.

  Hey, Murchison, Chief Matt Gunnarson called over. Is that the same outfit your girlfriend is with?

  Affirmative, Chief, Chad Murchison replied. I received a letter from her a couple of weeks ago. They've moved down there from that warlord's compound.

  Haw! Bruno Puglisi laughed. Romance on the Afghan desert will bloom again.

  Everyone chuckled, including Commanders Carey and Berringer, as Murchison slid down a bit in his chair with a red face.

  Berringer looked around. Any questions?

  Brannigan raised his hand. I need to talk to the men.

  Carey stood up. In that case, Commander Berringer and I will take our leave. We will be aboard the USS Combs eagerly awaiting your radio traffic. Good luck, guys, and watch those international borders.