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Diary: Confession of a Soldier (#5)
May 18th, 1995 Weather: Rain
On the battlefield, waking up at the sound of the rotors of an approaching Pavehawk is a daily routine as natural as seasoing a sunny side up egg with salt at breakfast. I never became so happy on this battlefield as when I saw that low flying black silhouette approaching us. A long time had passed since we asked for a rescue by radio. I even thought HQ had abandoned us. The last thing I wanted to do was die of hunger and I had even started to think it was meaningless coming to this battlefield. The helicopter crew who came to our rescue got the job done so quickly that I thought I saw how true professionals take care of business. The longer the helicopter hovers in the air, the more easily it takes hits from the enemy. The helicopter needs to hover in the air as long as the rescue operation is carried out. If it is targeted in this moment by, say, a SAM, it's doomed. Game over.
Inside the craft, one of the rescue team members gave each of us a chocolate bar, and it was something I liked very much as a kid and was sweet enough to fully realize that I was still alive. We arrived at a rear base at midnight. Wrapped in incomparable joy, all of us hugged each other on the runway except Captain Erhard. His face remained grave, and he had a small talk with a superior waiting for his arrival. Now, I can finally sleep with peace of mind. Take a shower, eat my fill of roast beef, drink a gallon of milk, and when I wake up in the next morning, I can write my mom a letter. This is what I was thinking. We were waiting for the superior to finish talking with Captain Erhard on the runway. Looking at his face as he was walking back to us, I had a bad feeling about it. Actually, I already had it inside the Pavehawk. He said, "In about 5 hours from now at 0600, We Tollwut Hund Unit members are on our way to Tauberg in order to participate in Operation Brandfleck proposed by HQ. We are going to fly to target destination by helicopter. Upon arrival, we will meet up with the 8th Armed Division of the Belkan Army. Your rendezvous point is the D-2 heliport, at 0530, 30 minutes before the start of the operation. Each one of you is allowed free action until 0530. Regarding the facilities in Doris Air Base, an explanation will be..."
May 18th, 1995
Right after I came to the battlefield, I believed what would emerge after the war was our victory. But now, I've come to think otherwize. I don't want my war to end with my death. That's the only thing I have in mind now. There's no way I talk to my comrades about such a thing, but I guess they are thinking same deep down inside. Wanna make it back alive. Just wanna make it back alive. That's the feeling we have in common, and the only motivation for us to be here on this battlefield.
Michael Kohl
Source:
PROJECT ACES: ACZ WEBSITE
Accreditation:
yellow26 for the translation
originally posted by: Ribbon-Vermilion
