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SAIGON FURY: WHEN TWILIGHT FALLS 2009 STORYLINE!
Charles “Damian” Allen
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“To some, the screams heard within the jungle folds sound like an ill-fated sonnet sung by birds of a not so majestic paradise.”
The jungle is an animal unto itself… it is unforgiving and harsh. The realities of what many have witness while on tour within its shaded veil are but nightmarish glimpses of the true reality that lays waiting… to pounce like a hungry jungle cat.
It is a dark and mysterious haven to many creatures… prey and predator alike. Sound can travel kilometers with the sharpness of a needle and in an instant, fall deadly silent as if all life vacated into a vacuum of nothingness.
Here, the weather is as cruel a mistress as the jungle herself… one minute mild and temperate, the next sweltering, sticky, sweat drenching hot as if its existence was forged within the pit of Hades… only to be followed by torrential down pours that leave their icy clutches holding on like a reaper's grasp.
Disease in such the likes as malaria and typhoid spread by mosquitoes and other parasitic creatures would become unwelcomed prophets foretelling of an almost inevitable end to those that draw their lottery. This truly was Hades on Earth and those poor souls that found themselves engulfed within its hellish embrace, were nothing more than shells of men whose life was merely a rented existence with a flickering “no vacancy” sign looming overhead.
This police action was classified as a conflict… that was nothing more than a sugar coated, down-graded, politically incorrect nickname for war… and a war this was. However, in most wars… there are clear battle lines, but, on this battleground, the lines were obscurely hidden within the dense jungle.
As darkness fell yet again upon the dense foliaged landscape, its sable slumbered shroud was prematurely disturbed by the amber wavy glow of aerial flares which gave birth to specter-like shadows that stretched out in ghoulish shapes across the illuminated battlefront. As eyes adjusted to the abrupt invasion of light and shadows… one could see the ground pulsating and moving… or so it seemed. When the irises of sleep deprived eyes adjusted and fixated on the not so distant front, the horrific realization that the perceived wind swept terra was actually enemy forces on the advance! Like an army of ants, they moved silent, they moved fast, and their numbers seemed to have no end.
“LOCK and LOAD, MAGGOTS! SPOOKS IN THE WIRE!” a grungy, war torn commander named LTC Horace Wright whose weather-beaten skin and steely gaze commandingly shouted to his troops who were strategically poised in hasty fighting positions along the hillside… sounded their compliance with the metallic, grinding slides and clicks of their weapons. Like an over-wound rubber band… its breaking point was soon near.
Then, as if all the power of Thor, was unleashed… IT BEGAN! Tracer rounds darted across the field, pinpointing their deadly paths until their intended targets were methodically terminated. However, the oncoming horde of “Cong” are not easily subdued as their bait and hook tactics and use of rockets that pierced the battle air like rigid serpents caused their fair share of casualties.
This was a symphony of orchestrated chaos. As the hours of warfare continued through the night, a forward scout reported over the tactical radio, “THE CONG WAS SEEN SHIFTING AND ON THE MOVE TO THE NORTH – REQUEST F.R.A.G.O.!”
“DELTA ONE NINER, THIS IS CAMELOT. HOLD ONE.” The radio-telephone operator (RTO) of the Tango-Charlie Element squawked back on the tactical field radio
The RTO then turned to LTC Wright, but before he could get the attention of the commander, another transmission came across the supposed secure frequency.
“DELTA ONE NINER… SHADOW RETREATING FORCES AND REPORT ON HOUR… CAMELOT… THIS IS VALKYRIE-ONE… INBOUND TO YOUR LOCATION.”
“What the %@$# was that?” LTC Wright questioned. The RTO looked just as puzzled. “I want to know who the hell that is and now!” the commander ordered to the RTO.
The RTO immediately flipped through his RTO Code Book and transmitted.
“VALKYRIE ONE… AUTHENTICATE ROMEO ECHO FIVE ZULU OVER” The RTO commanded over the radio. However, after repeating that radio command a half-dozen times, no response was received.
Then, the sound of a strange radio jamming signal indicated to the RTO and the LTC (Lieutenant Colonel) who listened in that they were going to have more trouble on their plate. The RTO quickly started clicking through other known secure channels, but to no avail as all the other frequencies were jammed.
As they went to turn their attentions back on the “Cong”, that all too familiar hushed silence befell them. The amber glow of the annoying and often hindering aerial flares flickered into fallen, glowing embers. Nothing could be heard.
“I don’t like this sir!” The RTO quietly barked with a nervous tone.
Just then, a final shot rang out and the RTO looked horrified at the LTC then at his own chest… that final shot found its mark and the RTO fell to the jungle floor.
As the LTC looked down at the RTO, the tactical radio that was attached to the back of the now lifeless RTO, crackled and a transmission could be heard.
“CAMELOT THIS IS VALKYRIE ONE – F.R.A.G.O. OVER”
The LTC, still somewhat distracted by what just happened, quickly reached in his fatigue top pocket and pulled out a small, tattered notepad and pencil then picked up the hand-mic of the tactical radio and depressed the push to talk button.
“VALKYRIE ONE THIS IS CAMELOT – AUTHENTICATE ROMEO ECHO FIVE ZULU OVER.”
The LTC sat in silence waiting for the authentication transmission to be returned. However, what he got was not what he expected.
“CAMELOT THIS IS VALKYRIE ONE – NEGATIVE ON YOUR AUTHENTICATION ROMEO ECHO FIVE ZULU – OUTDATED. F.R.A.G.O. AS FOLLOWS – RENDEZVOUS WITH DELTA ONE NINER AT GRID BRAVO QUEBEC TWO FIVE SEVEN ONE – LOCATE AND SECURE PERIMETER AROUND CODENAME HALEY’S COMET – WE ARE INBOUND FOR RETRIEVAL.” The familiar but unknown voice commanded.
“This is BS!” The LTC said in passing to himself. “This doesn’t feel right.” He then muttered to himself as he pulled the tactical radio off the fallen RTO.
“GUTIERREZ! ON ME!” The LTC shouted to a young soldier. “YOU’RE MY NEW RTO! LET’S GO! MOVE IT!” The LTC barked then tossed the radio to the reluctantly compliant soldier.
“Alright boys, here’s the deal… we’ve got something coming down the pipe and it don’t look good.” He continued.
One of the soldiers who was near the LTC in a make shift hasty fighting position questioned in an almost sarcastic tone, “Worst than the Cong, sir?”
“AT EASE CORPORAL! – Alright, let’s pack it up and proceed to grid coordinates BRAVO QUEBEC TWO FIVE SEVEN ONE. Staggered formation, 10 meter intervals… keep your eyes open…. LET’S MOVE!” The LTC commanded.
Meanwhile, somewhere in another part of the jungle, the commander, General Yu Chow Phat of the Cong Phat Army sat within his hidden lair, meticulously looking through the day's spoils of war. He smiled as items of a personal nature from eliminated enemies brought him an almost sadistic pleasure.
Just then, his tactical radio who was being monitored by a very young Cong RTC crackled with a transmission with an unfamiliar voice.
Who is the strange voice behind the transmission? Who or what is the codename Haley’s Comet? What is about to befall both armies? Will the Tango-Charlie Element comply with the foreign orders and what will they find? What transmission was given to the Cong Phat Army? Will the Tango-Charlie Element pursue and eliminate the CPA? Or, will the CPA under the command of General Yu Chow Phat suppress, subdue and destroy the Tango-Charlie Element?
Only YOU can decide that!
Come join TAW PAINTBALL INTERNATIONAL SCENARIO PRODUCTIONS at HOSKING PAINTBALL FIELD in Lebanon, Oregon on the 28th thru the 30th of August 2009 for this mind-blowing, adrenaline-pumping game, SAIGON FURY: WHEN TWILIGHT FALLS a specialized TAW 3-Day Scenario Paintball Event!
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