Semper Fidelis

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A UH-60 Blackhawk zoomed overhead flying low to the desert sea startling a snake that was slithering peacefully below, its speakers blasting over the swooshing of the rudder blades.

The Chopper thundered on making its way to the last known location of a missing C-130 that vanished around a week prior. The Hawk was dull, with a slanted name painted on the nose…

The Black Eagle

It was transporting five U.S Marines who had the mission to investigate the expected crash site of the C-130, and were to bring back the two men who were flying it at the time.

The Marines were as followed.

There was the fresh Privet First-Class, Jackson porter who was an average cowboy from Texas who found a desire to become a marine, just like his Grandfather who had died in Vietnam. He was thin, tanned, with dark green eyes. Jack was called with full cliche in mind, Tex.

The more experienced privet, Travis Mills, a short muscular macho man who was born in the city of Chicago, he was a joker. He had light brown eyes who loved to read, he was a more of a outgoing man who had a smart mouth. He was nicked name Grunt, because that’s all he does, grunts.

Then you had Lance Corporal Gorge Boloso, He was a tall African American, Gorge was a smooth tempered guy, he spoke with a deep voice and loved to sit a listen to Jazz and blues, He was nicked named Be-pop

Also there was Sergeant Lucas Sive, A short pale white guy from New York, He jittery and followed the Christian faith, but he had no fear at all, he changed the saying “Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight”. Lucas earned the title of “Bull”

Finally the leader was Gunnery Sergeant Booker Lyions, smart, fearless, bold, risky, there are many words that fit his personality, he was an older man around thirty years old, who always had a grim face, and he had served for six years in the marines. He was known as “Lion”

Then finally the German Shepherd Roxie who was held by Jackson.

The crew of the UH-60 are…

Captain Melissa Gotteram, a young girl from Maryland who ever since going to a local air show when she was twelve, wanted to be a pilot. after many long years of waiting she enlisted and came out second in her class.

Her co-pilot John Grim, who was a helicopter pilot for Phi, and after a few years  decided there were greater things for him in the military, so he joined the day after his birthday.

Finally there was Mark Sullivan; he was the gunner on the mounted M134 Mini-gun. He was not very open to the others and never talked about his past, but was gun-ho kinda guy.

They were joined by "butterbar" Second Lt. Marshal J. Willipes who was to over see the investigation.

[Hey right here for song!]

“How much longer?” Jackson mouthed to Booker.

Booker pulled back his glove to look at his watch, and then held up five fingers.

“Hey, don’t you think it’s wired, that a C-130 just despaired out of nowhere, and then they send us to investigate, why did they not send the army guys?” Travis shouted as loud as he could over all the noise around him.

“Because the army guys suck!” shouted Lucas.

Marshal turned to look at Travis, who gave a light chuckle.

“Hey, shut up I can’t hear the song!” George yelled at the two men.

“I thought you only liked jazz and shit like that” Travis joked.

George shot Travis a nasty glare before leaning back into his seat and closed his eyes and returned to the barely audible song.

“Mills, shut the fuck up!” Booker ridiculed Travis.

Travis was about to say something in return but was cut of by the pilot...

“Boys were almost their gear up!” Melissa looked over her shoulder at Booker.

Ever one was looking over their guns and equipment except for Travis who was bobbing his head using is M-16 as an air guitar, Booker shook his head as he checked over his barrette.

Jackson looked past the side of the helicopter trying to spot any smoldering crash sites, but he found none, only sand. In fact, no one on bored could see any signs of a crash anywhere, nothing…

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Booker asked the pilots.

“Y-yea, these are the correct coordinates” John looked over his instruments again checking his compass that started to spin out of control.

“What’s wrong with…” The Sergeant was distracted when the music ended abruptly.

“Hey what gives?!” Travis stopped strumming his M4A1 in annoyance.

“All radio signals have been cut off…what the hell” Melissa tried to regain a connection to the radio.

The UH-60, that was flying smoothly, started to flick around and shiver at random moments.

“Something ain’t right…strap yourselves in boys, this might get rough!” John adjusted his belt.

The Uh-60 started to veer to the left then started to veer to the right, the Blackhawk started to whip back and forth.

“What the fuck is that!?” Booker shouted.

“I-I-I don’t know, the trim is of balance” John was pressing on the left peddle then the right trying to straighten the Helio.

The Helicopter suddenly dropped, then started to spin one-hundred eighty degrees before dropping farther to the right, and in a split second the helicopter was engulfed in blinding white flash…the helicopter diapered from the sky.

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“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Travis was gripping the chair under him so tight his knuckles were white, has he tried not to be sucked out of the copper as it spun faster and faster.

“OH GOD HELP US” Lucas yelled.

Jackson had Roxie tight in his arms, holding on to her as if she was a life line, jack just hopped his belt would not snap and send him flying from the helicopter. The Copper was blaring with warning sirens, and the engine was making an unnatural sound.

“HOLD ON!” Melissa tried to say, when three things happened all at once…

The helicopter busted free from the white glow that had previously surrounded the Eagle and was replaced by thick cloud cover. The loud deep growling that mixed with the engine’s hymn of noise was dampened in a split second. The third was the obvious screams of shock from the people inside of the UH-60.

“Oh…wow…whooo…holy shit…” Travis was trying to grasp what had just happened.

“Oh, my, god…look at that!” George raised a finger to the most beautiful sight any of them have seen.

George was pointing at a city, a city that was just peacefully sitting silently on top of a large patch of clouds, defying the laws of gravity. The city was massive with different kinds of buildings of all shapes and sizes; the sun was slowly rising behind a rainbow that arced up and over the whole city and ending on the opposite the side it began. There was what was similar to a water fall, a rainbow that drifted down to the clouds below.

“That …that…that’s…wow…” Mark was speechless as he unbuckled his belt and walked to the opposite side of the helicopter.

“Were the hell are we?” George breathed.

“I-I don’t know, but this is…wow” Travis had his mouth agape as he looked at the city.

“Hey, why can’t I hear the engine?” John’s face became pale.

“Oh shi...”

The UH-60 gave a jerk, and Mark lost his balance falling over the edge of the Helicopter.

“MARK” Lucas tried to grab the gunner, but he was strapped into the seat.

“AHHHHHHH, YAHHHHHHHHHHH, WOAHHHHHH, NO, NO, NO, GAHHHHHHHH!” The world around Mark was spinning by him as he tumbled out of the sky….