Here are some stories written by my Bravo Company brothers. I hope you like them. The first was written by my fellow
Willy Nilly'er SGT John Thurber. Thanks John.
Just click on the title link and it will take you to the full story.
Casevac
The morning of April 28th started
like any other morning. Up, out of bed, dressed, and at the TOC all before the crack of dawn, this morning’s mission,
same ol’ same o’, battlefield circulation.
Almost Done
By Roger Yap
9/11/2005
I wish I could say that it seems like it was just yesterday when I sent that message
about getting my orders to go to Iraq, but for me it really feels like a lifetime ago. This September 11th
will make it exactly one year from when my unit was activated and fortunately we only have a few more months to go! I really
haven’t been counting down the days, but I have to admit that as this tour starts to come to a close I get more and
more excited about the thought of coming home.
Late To Work
By Mike Nobriga
The ArrivalThe blades were already
turning on the noisy helicopter when the two of them got there. The aircraft’s pilots had accomplished their pre-flight
checks and loaded all of the cargo for the night’s missions. They were only 5 minutes early for the flight and felt
the rush to get going. The flights lead aircraft had already repositioned to another part of the immense base. It was to be
a routine mission. Pick up some cargo and passengers here and drop them off there. Nothing either of them hadn’t done
already seemingly thousands of times. Yet the air was filled with tension that night as they stepped off the hummer that had
carried them out to the flight line. It was a nervous tension. Like someone was watching them through the scope of a high
powered rifle. Yet no shots rang out and still the Blackhawk called out to them loudly. The message was clear. Both crewchiefs
grabbed their M-60D machine guns and the rest of their flight gear and hurried over to the waiting helicopter. "Hurry up!"
exclaimed the pilots as one crewchief plugged into the aircraft’s ICS (inter-comm system). "We gotta go!"
Longknife Aircraft Down
By Andrew Meredith
January 6, 2005 had come very quickly. Sgt. Scott’s alarm went off at
around 5:00 a.m. that morning, letting off the signature beeping tone that I had come accustomed to while at Fort Sill. We
woke up as a company, most of us still exhausted from the previous day’s activities. Most of our guys had a little packing
left to do and rose from their beds quickly, eager to get everything ready.
Recipe For Disaster
By Nathan Champion
I was a recipe for disaster. Due only to the grace of God, and maybe in part
to the other excellent pilots of B Co. 1/140th AVN did we all survive without
a scratch. I had just completed a year of flight school and six weeks of Blackhawk training at Ft. Rucker, Alabama, and now
I was getting deployed. I had about 120 hours of flying helicopters and I was confident in my ability to take off and land
under normal circumstances, but now I was going to be landing into dust, confined areas, and with other aircraft around me.
I had only flown in formation flights twice before ever, mostly with the IP on the controls, and now I would spend the next
year flying in such formations. The difficulty arises in interpreting the movement of the other aircraft to know if they are
going to be turning, speeding up, or slowing down. A misinterpretation could mean colliding with the other aircraft and possibly
killing myself or others.
ScAIR ASSAULT
By Bob Matthews
In April we had an Air Assault mission with the infantry from Normandy. They
wanted to raid a small village west of Baqubah that reportedly has numerous Anti-Iraqi Forces (AIF). I reported to the company
formation at 2035. My co-pilot went to pre-flight and I checked out the NVGs and M4s. The commander wanted to talk to the
company before we all started our pre-mission duties.
Warhawks Band Together
By Mike Betz and J.D. Brown
On Sep 11, 2001 OUR NATION WAS ATTACKED. AND WE FOUGHT BACK.
On Sep 11, 2004 B Company Warhawks deployed for OIF III.
From Los Alamitos-to Fort Sill, then on to Kuwait and Camp Speicher.
The company I am about to speak of, came together when the tough usually get
going. They were an unusual bunch of guys. Made up of soldiers from many units throughout the state, i.e the 1/18 Cavalry,
640th Avn., and the AVCRAD out of Fresno. Comprised of 35 authorized soldiers,
B Company deployed with only 34. When asked to do additional assignments outside of the normal, they stepped up. This band
of misfits, was also known as a very experienced, knowledgeable company. They shined brightest when put to the test.
Why Are You Yelling At Me?
By Chris Good
It was January 6, 2005, and Bravo Company was deploying from Kuwait to our new
base in Iraq. The mood was professionally tense but we all knew our jobs and we were beginning the serious business of a Blackhawk
unit going to war.
Sometimes Things Don't Go Right
July 31, 2005
Well, the last 24 hours was very interesting.
Wow! I just woke up after sleeping for a solid eleven hours. Yesterday I had a 1535 Hrs Showtime for a 1735 Hrs
takeoff. The mission only required a flight of two black hawks to perform battlefield circulation. The
flight was going to take us all over Iraq and log about 5 hours.
"One" Scary Night
By Cliff Rodgers
Back in the states before we deployed
I thought about what it was going to be like to be in an actual war zone. All I had for reference was the evening news and
hundreds of war movies. I knew that neither was a credible gauge to go by. I
had really no idea what I was in for. Like most, I wondered if I really had what it takes within me to do what had to be done.
How could I know, I didn’t even know what had to be done yet. I could only hope I wouldn’t let anyone down when
the time came.
Scotty Doesn’t Know…That There is No Toilet Paper
By Mike Nobriega
The other pilots looked
up at him as he walked in. “Hey Scotty” Roger asked questioningly. “Where’s your shirt?” “Funny
you should ask” he replied “you see, I spilled some spaghetti on it down at the chow hall and had to throw it
away in the porta-john.” Everyone in the tent knew the truth, Roger had
already made sure of that, and that wasn’t it. Scotty was known for stretching
the truth in a faint attempt to make things sound better for himself. The guys
all knew they hadn’t even had spaghetti at the chow hall on this day. This
time though he was going down. Roger would make sure of it. He was tired of standing by idly while other people flat out lied to protect themselves.