I am part of the elite Navy SEALs(SEa, Air, and Land). I joined the
SEALs to fight for America. I have a certian sense of duty, and
honor of living here. I finished BUD/S training last year, gaining
my SEAL status. I was then assigned to SEAL Team 4, for special
operations. Now, I have had 5 missions, all successful. My thinking
is cut short by the executive officer, who walks in, rather angry
about something. "Alright, you guys, we have another mission to run
on. Get your gear and assemble outside, NOW" shouts the XO. The
whole room answers "YES, SIR!". With that, SEAL Team 4 assembles
outside, waiting for mission orders. The XO tells them that they are
going to strike a Soviet naval shipyard. The Team loads into a
Nighthawk transport, and they're off to the battle...
The Nighthawk takes them to an airstrip, where a C-130 Hercules is
awaiting them. They are going to do a HAHO (High Altitude High
Opening) paradrop into the Pacific Ocean to take back Pearl Harbor.
They are depending on stealth and speed to achieve this before
morning. The SEAL Team loads into the C-130, getting ready for the
upcoming drop. Everyone is suited up, because at the altitude they
are dropping, you can freeze to death in a few minutes. They load an
RIB (Ridgid Inflatable Boat) into the aircraft, after it was prepped
to paradrop. "OK, is everything locked down?" I said. Everyone
replies "Yes, sir". "Alright, start it up. Lets get out of here." I
stated. The engines sputter, then catch. The cargo plane is soon on
it's way to Hawaii...
The C-130 arrives at it's destination... "Alright everyone, get
ready to jump!" I yelled. The loading door on the C-130 is
opening... And even with my insulation on, I can still feel the cold
outside. The Team pushes the RIB out of the plane first, then the
SEALs follow. I make sure they get off, then I jump outside, falling
40,000 feet. We free-fall until 10,000, then we open our parachutes.
I feel the harness pulling on my body fiercely for a second, then I
am floating steadily downward. I look down to see the boat's
parachute automatically open, relieving me. Without that boat, we
would have to swim 4 miles, and I need all the strength I can get
for what lies ahead...
I finally land in the ocean, which is unusually calm. I unlatch my
parachute, and I swim toward the boat, with the SEAL team already in
it. "Is everyone here?" I ask. "Yes, sir. Everyone is here now."
reports Smith, our radio man. "Ok then, let's move out!" Davis, our
demolitions expert, starts the outboard engine. The boat moves
forward, headed toward Pearl. I check our GPS, making sure that we
are going where we need to be. I ask Merck, our medical officer, if
he wants a cigarette. Of course, he declines. The boat still speeds
forward, carrying us to our objective...
It is now 1:00 AM, and the Soviet guard should be light. The boat
gets a mile from shore, and we anchor it there. We get our air tanks
on, and jump into the water. We swim the last mile to the shipyard.
Allied ships are waiting for our signal to move in and take Pearl
Harbor back. We finally reach the edge of the shipyard, and I use
nightvision to scan for targets. No one is patrolling, as is to be
expected at this time of night. Stealth is essential, so our MP5s
have suppressors attached to them. We can not risk the Sovs hearing
anything here. I signal the team to stay put while I clear the area.
I climb up the shipyard's ladder, all too aware that I am unable to
shoot if seen, because I have to hold on to the ladder. I climb up
to the top, and I see a Soviet Sailor sleeping on the deck. I
silently walk over to him, and slit his throat with my Ka-Bar. I
signal that it's clear to move on. The rest of the team moves up the
ladder, and joins me on the main deck...
"Now, we're gonna do a standard sweep here. Eliminate anyone you
find." I whisper. I lead them into a hall, moving down it carefully.
I hand signal for them to watch out for my back. We move to the
first room...Nothing there. We move to the second room, and there is
nothing but a soldier's room there. We progress further, opening the
3rd door. I see a Russian looking me right in the eye. He moves to
get his pistol. Before he moves his arm all the way there, I place a
few bullets in his head, splattering his brain and bone on the wall
behind him. I search him for anything important...Nothing. Just a
worker here. Another room cleared. I signal for them to check the
rooms ahead of me. They move from room to room, just as I am. I move
to the next one, and there's nothing there as well. The team signals
the same-nothing either. We progress down the corridor, coming into
a large room. I see a few workers there, and the team drops them
quickly. Nothing important on them either. But I found something
important...this room controls all of the power for the shipyard. I
shut it down, and we put our night-vision back on. Now we have the
We moved through another hallway, dropping anyone that we
encountered. We finally have ascertained that the shipyard is not
going to be populated now, since most of the workers are sleeping at
home. We go back to the main deck, just as careful as when we came
in. We climb down the ladder, and back into the water again. We can
see that a Dreadnought and some Typhoons were docked out of our view
earlier. The team swims to the docked ships...
I swim under the Dreadnought, and I place limpet mines in the center
of it. I have it set to detonate in 4 hours. The other SEALs do the
same with the Typhoons. We swim back out to the boat, still bobbing
in the calm ocean, and radio the Allied forces. "Alpha One, Team 4,
we have baited the storm, and we are awaiting extraction." I said.
"Rodger that 4, moving on your position. ETA 3 1/2 hours. Alpha One
out." After about 3 or so hours, we could see the invasion force
that would take what is rightfully ours. By the time the force met
up with us, the limpet mines on the ships detonated, cracking them
in half and sending them to the bottom. The Allied force moved on to
the shore, deploying a fire base, and rapidly enforcing it. The
foothold had been established... SEAL Team 4 has done it's job.