Overview of the battle site just south of Sacramento. |
Nearly all of the teams were deployed east of Interstate
Five so the sun was at the teams’ back.
Most of the MANPADS (shoulder fired anti-aircraft missiles) were old technology, infrared seeking missiles that
could be “confused” by the sun or by flares.
Chad had a few state-of-the-art MANPADS but he was holding them in
reserve.
MANPAD teams were identified with numbers with the lower numbers being the
northern teams. Chad’s thinking was to
ripple the firing from the back of the chopper formation to the front in the hopes that
pilots would not visually see the threat.
“Update to teams from C-n-C (Command and Control), choppers
are at 200 meters elevation. Keep your
heads down. Engagement to start in about
thirty seconds at the “mark”. Estimated
speed is twenty miles per hour Keep your
heads down. Teams one-through-six will
start the party. Repeat, Teams one-through-six
will start the party. Teams
seven-through-twelve will join action at the first detonation on target. Keep your heads down. MARK!”
Chad announced on the open channel.
Ten seconds out…
White "stars" are choppers or "vampires". All teams to the east, right side as shown in image, of the chopper formation. |
“Update: More targets
than teams. Engage aft chopper in your
sector, then launch on forward chopper.
Visually acquire, range with laser and launch at will. Godspeed.
ENGAGE! ENGAGE! ENGAGE!”
Each missile team consisted of two people, a shooter and a spotter.
Under usual circumstances, the spotter provided security and
kept an eye on things while the shooter focused on the target.
Because the teams knew that there were more targets than
teams, and because they had a healthy respect for the 7.62mm miniguns in the
choppers, both members of the team popped out of their “hide” with missiles on
their shoulders.
Each team was responsible for a zone from immediately west
of their location to heading 225 degrees, or forty-five degrees south of due
west.
Launching a MANPAD at a helicopter while it is quartering
away from the launch is a nightmare for the people in the helicopter. The turbine exhaust heats up the tail
assembly and the downwash directs the exhaust onto the tail boom and heats it
up as well. Launches from this direction
are also outside the pilot’s cone-of-vision.
Commodity grade, IR guided MANPADs have a range of
approximately five thousand meters or three miles. In most cases, the first flight of MANPADs
from Chad’s teams were launched at ranges of six hundred to one thousand
meters. They closed at 500 meters a
second and detonations occurred between 1.5 and 3 seconds after launch.
None of the first six targets survived.
Two of the secondary targets were piloted by veterans and
they dumped flares and dropped into the weeds.
Those actions were quicker than thought.
Most of the pilots were still staring at the warning light thinking, “What
does that one mean?” when the missiles detonated.
Four of the secondary targets were hit and destroyed.
At the sound of the first detonation Teams
Seven-through-Twelve popped out of their hides.
Eight targets and six shooters.
The first six went down. And then
the second two went down as six missiles chased two choppers out of the sky.
Chad and Kenny were watching through their binoculars.
Chad said, “Kenny, you run the teams on the west and I will
direct the teams on the east. Let’s
knock the last two bastards out of the sky.”
Then he switched to the open channel.
“Two vampires still in play.
Mortar team Alpha and Bravo, start hosing the freeway. Work south-to-north as planned.”
Chad commented to Ken, “I guess we are going to see how
stealthy those funny looking mortar rounds are.” In theory the precision ground facets would
reflect very narrow lobes. Even if the
projectile was spinning, the return signal would be so brief as to defy a
“solution” to the fire control system’s millimeter band radar. Fin structures are very non-stealthy and they
had been replaced with small, plastic blades that were transparent to radar. Furthermore, the projectiles were decidedly
nose-heavy. All of those features caused
them to be touted as the first accurate, ‘stealth’ mortar rounds. Chad’s teams were about to find out if those
claims were true.
The mortar teams had “alpha” designations so they would not
be confused with missile teams. They
were ordered from south-to-north.
Military planners often used the acronym OODA (Observe,
Orient, Decide, Act). It is a loop. Observe, i.e., collect facts. Oriente: Align resources. Decide: Make a plan. Act: Pull the trigger. It can be an
effective tool. It can also be used as a
weapon.
Shooting down the helicopters went from back-of-formation-to-front to discombobulate the “Observe” function.
Once choppers started falling from the sky it was time to
jack the target with “Orient”. Starting
the mortar targeting from the front of the string of targets was going to
compress the slinky, as Chad called it.
In terms of the mortar teams, it was going to create “target rich
environments”.
The buses were running two abreast with approximately one
bus length, about fifty feet, between them.
Every tenth space was an armored personnel carrier. All told, there were approximately three hundred
buses in the six mile targeted zone.
Buses are civilian vehicles. They are soft targets.
The first few rounds from each teamwere targeting rounds. Once the range and azimuth was nailed down, each crew started walking the rounds down the freeway from south-to-north, the opposite direction the missile teams had used.
Carnage ensued.
Some drivers were listening to their music players and were
completely oblivious until they rear-ended the buses in front of them.
Other drivers locked up their brakes and dived to the
shoulder. They dumped their vehicle into
reverse and attempted to outrun the hot shrapnel. Ironically, the worst drivers fared the
best. They crashed through the guard
rail and rolled down the embankment. The
deadly blasts flew over their heads.
Meanwhile, one of the two surviving choppers flew into power
wires while eluding a man launched surface to air missile. The pilot was good but power wires were not
much of a factor in the ‘stans. The
pilot of the other chopper decided to live to fight another day. He retreated until he was five miles north of
the last known missile launch, gained altitude and started collecting video of
the developing battle.
“Fireteams Charlie-through-Foxtrot: Listen up.
Spotters, wait for vehicles to bunch up in your fire zones. Walk the fire into them from the south. Take your time and maybe you can chase the
stragglers into the kill zone. Delta: It
looks like you have a cluster of about twenty vehicles already. Show us how it is done.” Chad said into his
mic.
It should be noted that the spotter for Team Delta was
Carlos. It looked like he was going to
get some payback pretty soon.
Switching channels, Chad said “Missile teams. Vampires are gone. Switch to RPGs (Rocket Propelled
Grenades). Keep those Armored Personnel
Carriers off the mortar teams.”
While the mortar rounds were shredding the buses the
shrapnel was pinging off the armor of the APCs.
The only thing it was doing to the crews was putting them in a bad mood.
Team Delta was positioned in a CONEX container that had the
roof peeled off of it. The container was
positioned behind a building supply store that had gone belly-up after
Calexit. The CONEX container was 300
meters from the freeway. The targets
were enfilade to the fire team. Essentially, the team only needed to make
adjustments to the range in order to engage their targets and miscalculations
of range still resulted in hits.
They slowly walked their fire from south-to-north, firing
one round every fifteen or twenty seconds.
A vehicle traveling fifteen miles an hour covers about a hundred yards
in that amount of time, and that is how much each round advanced.
It is not hard to herd dust-bunnies when they have nowhere
else to go and they are sufficiently motivated.
The drivers had thrown their buses into reverse and were knocking the
snot out of any of the ACPs that got into their way.
At the end of the sweeping fire maneuver there were
thirty-five buses gridlocked with a multitude of fender-benders and aborted
three-point turns near the end of Team Delta’s primary fire zone.
Carlos called down, “Add fifty (meters) and Fire for effect.”
The natural dispersion caused the rounds to disperse
somewhat. After ten rounds Carlos called
down, “Give me an RCH more range and continue firing.
The firing rate that had been one every twenty seconds sped
up to one every five seconds.
After ten rounds Carlos called down “Give me another RCH
more range and continue firing.”
In spite of the puddles of fuel and twisted, smoking metal,
the shattered targets had not caught fire.
Carlos called down.
“Return to the last target heading and give me some Willie Pete (White
Phosphorous).” Carlos knew there had to
be lots of spilled fuel. He wanted to
help it catch fire.
The crew did not have any White Phosphorous rounds so they
fired a conventional Illuminating round (flare).
Within seconds of the first illuminating round being fired,
the 25mm cannons on most of the Armored Personnel Carriers swiveled and started
spraying the parking lot of the defunct store with small cannon fire.
The team had taken the precaution of parking
two CONEX containers between them and the freeway and filling it with
rock.
Carlos was not so lucky.
The millimeter radars and Infrared tracking systems on the APCs had been
scouring the horizon looking for the source of the mortar shells dropping on
them. The conventionally shaped illuminating mortar round left
a vivid trace on both. In a fraction of
a second the computers on each APC processed the information and constructed a
path back to the horizon.
The computers commanded the gun’s tracking servos to fire a
continuous burst along that path from the skyline to the calculated
horizon. Unfortunately for Carlos, he
was in that path.
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