.February 1986. Gorbachev has been General Secretary of the Russian Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union for almost a year. The Cold War is in full swing. The Russian leader has only one goal: to crush the United States into the ground.
This year's winter is very harsh. The soldiers stationed on Everon know this best. Everon is a small island in the Pacific Ocean, located between Kamchatka and Alaska. Fifteen villages form one large village. The US military base is located to the south of the island. About forty kilometers away, Kolugayev Island is the easternmost Soviet military base. One island, as small as the other two, has no owner, no one lives on it, but its strategic importance is enormous. By controlling this island, we control the entire region. Therefore, it lies in the neutral zone. Carismon, as one Portuguese researcher called it, became the apple of Gorbachev's eye. The Soviet Union decided to occupy it. The Soviet Operation "Hell" had begun.
Los Angeles. Private Martin Taylor had just returned home from the training ground. As soon as he opened the door, his wife threw her arms around him.
"You're here! I'm so glad, honey!" she said with a smile.
"I'm glad you're back too
, honey," he replied. "I cooked spaghetti for dinner, though," she suggested.
"You're a sweetheart!" he said, smiling.
They sat down to dinner together. During the meal, they chatted; they hadn't seen each other in over six months. Martin could be proud, because in about a month, he'd be a happy father. For this very occasion, his command had granted him six months of leave so he could enjoy his family.
After dinner, the young soldier suggested:
"You know what, honey, maybe we could go to the movies and then to a celebratory dinner?
" "You're asking me out on a date. You know what, don't ask, tell me, what married woman doesn't like going on dates with her man?! Silly me, of course I'll go." "She replied with joy in her voice.
They went on their first date in six months. They had a wonderful time. They got home very late, but they had a wonderful time. When they entered the house and closed the door, they fell into each other's arms. They lost themselves in the kiss. After a while, they took a bath together and went to bed. Gazing at each other, they began to caress each other.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"I'll answer," said the soldier, putting on his bathrobe and walking toward the door.
When he opened the door, he saw a uniformed figure who immediately began asking questions.
"Mr. Taylor?
" "Yes," he replied without hesitation.
"This is a letter for you from General Armstrong," the man handed him an envelope.
"What's going on? Are we at war?" Taylor asked.
"All I know is that we all have to report to the military airport in two hours," he replied, terrified.
Taylor opened the envelope and began reading.
"Shit, something's happening on Everon," Taylor said angrily. "
Meeting in two hours," the soldier repeated, and went with the letters to the next soldiers.
Taylor returned to his wife and sadly informed her of the situation.
"Will you come back?" she asked with tears in
her eyes. "Of course I'll come back. It's probably some fucking exercise, or the Russians have threatened something and will back down soon. Honey, I'll be fine." He began panicking, saying everything that came to mind.
"You know what? I love you!" the soldier's wife said, sobbing.
"I love you too," Taylor replied.
The soldier went to get his bag and simply repacked it. He went to the meeting. He arrived, and what he saw shattered his hopes. Attack helicopters with anti-tank missiles, tanks, escort helicopters, fighter jets, multi-role aircraft. All this told Taylor that this wasn't a drill or an empty Russian threat.
The soldier reached his unit's assembly point. Everyone was already waiting there, even though our soldier arrived early. When the assembly hour struck, a lieutenant stepped out to meet the unit with Taylor and began speaking.
"Listen! I'm Major Ortson, your commander. We're being sent to Everon. This island will be our base of operations. We're launching Operation Firepoint, which aims to prevent the Russians from reaching our base. Now get on the plane and we're leaving. In three hours, we'll be at Everon. I hope you have something warm with you. It's a bit cold there. Get on the plane, and run!" The soldiers immediately obeyed their new commander's orders.
The transport took off. After a two-hour flight, they landed on Everon. The weather was freezing. Immediately after landing, the soldiers received the necessary equipment and a barracks for each unit. They immediately went to bed.
At 6:15 a.m., an alarm sounded at the base. Commanders rushed into the barracks. A moment later, soldiers ran out to the base's main square, fully prepared.
"People, we're launching an operation against the Russian scum on Carismon. Today we'll conduct the first part of Operation Sting. I don't want any cowboys or heroes. You have to be careful and survive. Commanders will brief you on the details of the operation. Let's fight!" said Major Kozmiński, commander-in-chief of the operation on Everon.
The soldiers, led by their commanders, boarded the helicopters. The engines started. They took off.
"Listen up. We're a strike force. Our mission is to take the small village of La Mile in the very center of the island. We're being covered from the east by a major operation involving armored forces. The Special Forces guys are covering our rear, and Mikhilich's team is supporting us from the west and simultaneously attacking. So we have to coordinate with the mechanized infantry. We've been thrown into the front line. Remember, they'll be messing with us first, then with our support forces. So be careful; I don't want any casualties. Further orders are on the way," the commander told his soldiers.
The transport helicopters were protected by Cobra helicopters. Due to their weak armor and low firepower, these highly maneuverable vehicles are used to escort all transports and operate against light infantry.
The soldiers reached Carismon Island. Suddenly, a disturbing voice came over the pilot's radio.
"Eagle one, eagle one, we've been attacked. We've been caught in the crossfire."
"Orzeł two, I'm coming for you."
Suddenly, one of the escort helicopters flashed in the air, and a boom rang out.
"Orlik one, I've hit it. It's falling..." At that moment, an explosion occurred.
The transport aircraft descended to a lower altitude. The second escort helicopter was shot down. The helicopter pilot and his soldiers began to fret.
"Drop the rope, I'll descend to six meters and hover. You'll jump out of here in that time. I'll give you two minutes
, and I'm out of here." The helicopter descended and stopped in midair. The soldiers were halfway to their planned landing site. The enemy prevented them from completing their mission. Taylor was forced to land, along with his squadmates. The landing lasted less than two minutes.
The helicopter had barely gained altitude when its tail rotor was hit.
"Target located," one of the soldiers said.
"Get down!" the commander said. "Code foxtrot, fire at them as much as you want." "He added.
Shots rang out.
"I've got the bastard," one of the soldiers said.
At that moment, the helicopter crashed about two hundred meters from their position.
"Soldiers, we have to get there, keep your heads down. Heavy machine guns at the back, M-16s at the front, we're moving in a wedge formation," the commander ordered.
The unit complied and positioned itself more or less as the unit commander had requested. They reached the helicopter without any problems. "
Evacuate the pilots. Medic check their condition. Secure the area."
The order was carried out a moment later; the helicopter was secured, meaning it was blown up.
Only traces of anti-aircraft missiles were visible in the distance. The radio transmitter on Everon had been sabotaged. Carismon remained in the hands of the commanders and soldiers...
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