I love you, I won't kill you

On February 2, the multinational force led by the US military that Amanda participated in still had a tragic scene of innocent lives being taken away by artillery fire in its strategy.

When the U.S. Army's "Hippocampus" high-mobility rocket launcher system was trying to attack a target of Taliban militants in the city of Marja, two rockets fired deviated from the target and hit a house by mistake.As a result, 2 Afghan civilians were killed.

Afterwards, General McChrystal, the supreme commander of the coalition forces, made a formal apology to Afghan President Hamid Karzai for the civilian deaths.The coalition forces are required to stop using this rocket launcher system and to launch a series of investigations into incidents of fratricide.

Karzai, whose political foundation is weak, of course gave up as soon as he saw it, and then he announced in a televised speech what kind of families the dead civilians came from, and asked the US military to ensure the safety of the local civilians in Marja, and to find out who opened fire and missed the civilians. Wait for the speech.

On February 2th, this joint military operation code-named "joint action" entered its third day.The resistance of the Taliban militants in the city of Marja has escalated. The only thing they can stop the advance of the coalition forces is the "elusive" gunmen, large and small landmines, roadside bombs and improvised explosive devices.

As the demining operations of the engineering units have begun to bear fruit, the coalition forces have seized a large number of raw materials that can be used to make explosives in the city of Margia, as well as arsenals containing shells, pressure plates and other detonating devices.

Amanda, Captain Grove and other marines of the aviation unit heard that many houses in the city have been turned into "mine houses" by the Taliban, and there are deadly traps and some explosive bombs everywhere.

She had nothing to say about that.She just wanted to tell the Marines on the ground, "Be careful, everything."

Of course, a member of the U.S. Navy or Marine Corps who was exceptionally brave in the fight against America's enemies, but not worthy of the Medal of Honor, could be awarded a Navy Cross after the war.

But most of the time this medal is bought with life.How can a Marine who regards honor as everything feel the indescribable sadness of losing his family and family.

In March, coalition forces had controlled the city of Margia for two weeks.Although the Taliban created panic among the local residents through assassinations, intimidation, etc., trying to recapture the city of Marja from the coalition forces, all this has no specific connection with Amanda and Captain Grove.

In two weeks, she and the captain are about to start an air cover mission to transfer military supplies. In early April, senior officials of the US military stationed in Afghanistan stated that the US military was transferring a large amount of military supplies from Iraq to Afghanistan.The transshipment of as many as 4 million pieces of weaponry and more than 280 containers is considered to be the largest material transshipment operation of the US military since the end of World War II.

"Lieutenant, maybe the supplies of the Marine Corps have not been transferred, and we have already gone home." Jon chatted easily with Amanda in the front seat through the helmet intercom system.

"Yes, Captain. Um, do you think we'll be in Operation Hope in June?"

"I don't know. We'll be able to go back to America as soon as our service period is over."

Before dinner, the two drove the "Super Cobra" attack helicopter back to the airfield at Bastion Camp smoothly.When the two of them took a Humvee military vehicle together again and drove back to the squadron station from the airport, Amanda saw a familiar figure.

"Thank you, Captain. Uh, see you at dinner." Amanda said politely to Jon before getting out of the car.

"You're welcome. Well, that lieutenant is your friend?" Jon, who was sitting in the cab, glanced at the female lieutenant of the Marine Corps outside the tent.

"Yes, Captain." After finishing speaking, Amanda looked at the flight lieutenant in front of her with some joy.

"Bitch, are you okay?" Victoria, who had completed her lieutenant training course at Quantico, stepped forward and hugged Amanda.

"Yeah, I'm lucky my helicopter wasn't shot down by the Taliban."

"Well, it looks like you're never going to hit the jackpot. Did you know that this month our President Obama will be announcing the withdrawal plan for Afghanistan."

"Really? Well, that's really good news."

The two walked and chatted, and entered Amanda's tent.Victoria sat in a folding canvas chair and looked around.Amanda put down her flying helmet and sat on the bed relaxedly, "Hey, you're the only one coming to Afghanistan, what about the others?"

"Alena entered Quantico's school to study, and Rebecca was deployed to the USS Roosevelt aircraft carrier of the Fifth Fleet in the Persian Gulf as a co-pilot of an F/A-18 carrier-based fighter."

"Cool. You know, I should have chosen to be an F/A-18 carrier fighter pilot when I was in Pensacola Naval Aviation School."

"Okay, it's your choice. However, if you become an F/A-18 pilot, I don't think we will meet so easily."

Amanda looked at her with a smile, "Hmm, you're right. It's just... I like Rebecca too."

"Shut up, Amanda! I don't understand why you would like a straight guy who wants to sleep with a man."

"Come on, I just think of Rebecca as a flight mate in the air wing. Victoria, it seems like you care about my opinion?"

Victoria stood up and paced with her hands behind her back, "No. It's not about caring, but respect."

Amanda shook her head, stood up and patted her on the shoulder, "Come on, let's go to dinner."

As of June this year, the major military deployments in Obama's 6-troop increase plan can be basically completed.Marine Corps pilots like Victoria and Rebecca have been added to the troop increase plan in large numbers.

Before coming to Afghanistan, Victoria had been officially appointed as the co-pilot of the 16nd Heavy Helicopter Squadron under the 462rd Air Wing and the [-]th Marine Air Group.

In the next 7 months, she and the captain will jointly pilot the CH-53E "Super Stallion" heavy helicopter, and take on the task of supporting the Afghan security forces and the air logistics supply line of the coalition forces in Afghanistan with three other crew members.

As the world's largest and most powerful three-engine heavy multi-purpose helicopter, it can transport 55 fully armed marines, heavy equipment and weapons, and recover combat aircraft damaged in hoisting battles.

However, the danger of carrying out the task is self-evident.Especially when CH-53E heavy-duty helicopters are often subjected to fire from the ground when performing missions and are damaged to varying degrees.

During this trip to Afghanistan, Victoria's heart was heavy, and she carried out various tasks with her heart hanging in her throat.In her opinion, among the five crew members, the air crew and right machine gunner, the left machine gunner, and the tail air crew and tail machine gunner, it seemed that they could not completely stop the RPG rockets fired by the Taliban militants.

"Hey, Hurricane Maker, why do you look unhappy?" Amanda put the nickname of the "Super Stallion" helicopter directly on Victoria's head.

"Super Cobra, do you think I should be happy to fly towards the Taliban's fire?" Victoria replied bluntly.

Amanda smiled, "Well, I apologize if I caused your bad mood."

"Forget it, I just hope that the Taliban don't hit my engine."

"Take it easy, I'm sure your crew won't stand by and watch you throw the plane down."

"Maybe. Well, Amanda, I'm going back to the squadron's quarters." Victoria said, looking at her.

"Okay. Well, good luck! If you want to talk to me, just use video, okay?" Amanda said softly.

"I will. Amanda, if I make it back to America alive in 7 months, can you promise me one thing?"

"Of course, I believe you. It's just, what do you want me to do?"

After meditating for a few seconds, Victoria said softly, "For the sake of how much I like you, go on vacation with me."

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