FICTION FRIDAY…
“Hold. Steady. Now!” Rob yelled into the cheap, walkie talkie. The range on these things wasn’t great but everybody in his unit, the Lincoln Larpers, was close enough to hear the order. As one, the thirty members of his company opened up on the convoy below. Captured AK’s, RPG’s, PKM’s, RPD’s, deer rifles, AR’s and grenades rained death down on the Soviet column that had been snaking its way north along County Road E-001 on the southern edge of the Sacramento Mountains, just southeast of Alamogordo. Rob emptied the magazine of his AKM and then dropped it long enough to press the detonator for the claymores they’d hidden along the road. As thousands of metal balls shredded infantry and lightly armored vehicles, he thanked God for those Green Berets and for the weapons and knowledge they’d passed on to them. It was paying off! Below, dozens of Soviets had already been cut down, multiple trucks were burning and a tank was on fire.
As good as things were going, the fight wasn’t one-sided. The 14.5mm heavy machine gun of the lead BTR-60 answered the ambush and cut down Matt and Corey Danforth who had been manning a heavy MG. Rob had seen it and it was a sight he’d never forget. The two brothers had been essentially vaporized by the heavy rounds. Further down the line other members of the unit had seen the two fall and answered with RPG’s. Six rockets streaked down towards the BTR with five finding their mark. The vehicle was ripped apart by the explosions and multiple Soviets bailed out, some missing limbs, others on fire but all doomed. A hail of rifle and machine gun fire made short work of them. Behind the BTR, dozens of infantry and dismounted vehicle crew fled back down the road the way they’d come. The Americans didn’t afford them any mercy and kept firing at them until they were all out of sight. Behind they left a dozen burning vehicles and dozens of dead comrades.
Rob gave the order to cease fire and slumped back against a rock. His hands were shaking and he felt like throwing up, but he and most of his band had survived their second major encounter with the enemy. They’d won and he wanted more. 🇺🇸 💥 🇷🇺
