Greywolf Down - Softcover

Cash, Rusty

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1546234845 ISBN 13: 9781546234845

Verlag: AuthorHouse, 2018

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Sean Murphy ,a former U.S. Navy F-18 pilot was discharged for shooting down two Cuban Migs against orders over the Gulf of Mexico. He then joined an international team of outlaw fighter pilots flying Mig-21s disguised as Cuban Air Force fighters. Together they helped Cuba gain independence by bombing a key military installation during the Cuban civil war eliminating the Communist leadership. Now a colonel in the new Cuban Air Force, he and his team mates are at it again as they fly updated Mig-21 lancers on a mission to battle Chinese troops invading Mexico from a Chinese conquered Guatemala. Seans team helps the Mexican Air Force destroy the Chinese Air Force and aids Guatemala in freeing itself from Chinese occupation.

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Ralph (Rusty) Cash is an avid aviation enthusiast, has spent time in the Navy, and has worked for over twenty years as an emergency medical technician. He is the author of Havana Moon and currently lives in Fulton, Missouri.

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Greywolf Down

By Rusty Cash

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ISBN: 978-1-5462-3484-5

CHAPTER 1

I watched the green Cuban jungle rushing by my canopy as I flew formation next to Raul's MIG-21. I heard Manuel's voice over my headphones counting down until the bomb release. I watched as the target came into view. I moved the stick a little to the right. I wanted to be clear of the debris when the bombs hit their target. At zero the four bombs were released and dropped onto the target. I watched out the left side of the canopy as a massive orange explosion filled the sky. It was a good drop, target destroyed. I turned to look forward and saw lines of tracers reaching up at us from a Russian ZSU anti aircraft gun. I heard rounds hitting my MIG and warning lights began to flash red across the flight panel as smoke began to pour out the rear of the fighter. The rounds had ripped through my flight controls making it difficult to control. I felt intense heat all around me inside the cockpit as flames began increasing around me.

"Greywolf EJECT EJECT EJECT!" I heard Raul's voice screaming at me through the headphones. My mind returned to the flight training Alexi had drilled into me, my hands moved in coordination. My right hand released the canopy, which was ripped away in the strong wind. Then my hands returned to the eject handles between my legs, I pulled with all my strength and the rocket motor beneath me ignited thrusting me out of the burning MIG-21 and clear of danger. It was a clean separation from the ejection seat and my right hand automatically reached for the D ring to release my parachute but to my horror it wasn't there.

I was freefalling over the Cuban jungle from 2000 feet up without a parachute, the ground rushing up at me. Falling to my death.

"ALI!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my wife's face filled my mind. The falling feeling consumed my body.

I awoke from the nightmare, my body bathed in sweat as Ali was shaking me trying to rescue me from the nightmare. I lay there in her arms, breathing heavily, my heart pounding in my chest, her arms around me talking to me in low tones until I came out of it.

"The same dream again?" she asked. All I could do was nod. She left our bed and returned with a cold wet washcloth and ran it over my sweaty body, cooling me. This same nightmare had haunted me ever since I had taken part in a bombing attack on the Chinese electronic intelligence gathering station in Bejucal Cuba. I had been part of a hand picked group of international mercenary fighter pilots who flew updated MIG-21s disguised as Cuban Air Force fighters. It was a successful mission. We eliminated the Cuban leaders while they were having a top-secret meeting with Chinese officials inside the installation. The Chinese had wanted to increase their influence in the Western hemisphere. They had moved in when the Russians decided to abandon Cuba. China was giving the communist Cuban government military and monetary assistance. We hit them while they were meeting with Chinese representatives discussing further military assistance in exchange for allowing them to eavesdrop on American military and civilian radio and telephone traffic.

The nightmares began two weeks after the Cuban government collapsed, which was replaced with a non-Communist type of government led by a no nonsense anti communist military general. Later after surviving the mission, I was offered a position in the new Cuban Air Force by the new government.

Getting out of bed we both walked out onto the patio of our house that was right on the beach. We sat there holding each other under the stars watching the waves roll in.

CHAPTER 2

The next morning I went to the airport in Havana to pick up my friend and former wing man from my Navy days. We had flown together off the carrier USS Grant. He had been an unplanned partner in the attack on Bejucal covering my ass helping us fight our way out. It had been almost a year since his last visit to Cuba. He was coming for a week of Cuban sun, fun and sand. Or as he always put it the three Bs, broads, booze, and beaches. His name was Wally but I always called him by his call sign Boner.

The International Airport in Havana had been modernized since the changeover, and almost doubled in size to handle the massive amount of tourists that were flying in daily from around the world. We saw each other at the same time as he entered the concourse. He was wearing his Navy whites and I was in my Cuban Air Force uniform. He had been promoted since the last time I'd seen him. He was a now Lt. Commander. He threw me a quick salute. I saluted him back, grinning. We shook hands then walked to the carousel to retrieve his bag.

"I'll never get used to seeing you in a Cuban uniform." He told me looking at the Cuban flag on my shoulder.

"You should see my dress uniform, it has US Navy Wings, Indian Flight Wings, Cuban Air Force Wings, the emblems signifying I'm a Colonel in the Indian Air Force, my Cuban Colonel insignia, it's quite a sight I'll tell ya," I told him as he shook his head grinning at me.

He had to walk through processing, show his military ID, and have his bag searched. Boner had to verify how long he was planning to stay and the nature of his visit. I stood quietly as he finished. Walking out into the warm Cuban sun he laughed as we approached my vehicle. It was a green Hummer, the driver standing there with the door open saluting us.

As a Colonel in the new Cuban Air Force, I was allowed a driver who doubled as my bodyguard. The new government took security very seriously.

The driver saluted Boner then loaded his bag as we got in.

"An air-conditioned Hummer, man you really rate," he smiled as the cool air hit him.

"Well as I remember you did your part. That's why you get an all expense government paid vacation every year here," I reminded him.

"Has it really been two years since our little adventure?" he asked.

"Doesn't feel that long. So much has changed here since the Communist government was thrown out."

"All for the better I've heard. Has anyone discovered our little secret yet?" He asked, referring to our bombing mission that eliminated the communist leaders of the old government. Our participation was a closely guarded secret to prevent any attempts on our lives by former angry family members or Chinese assassins.

"Thankfully no, only a handful of people know, and they realize the possible consequences if it ever leaked out."

"Yeah, I still look over my shoulder wondering," He revealed.

"If we were ever compromised I would contact you ASAP," I offered.

"How's Ali?" He asked referring to my wife.

"Beautiful as ever," I answered.

"How's married life treating ya?"

"It's great. Nice having more to come back to every night than just an empty house."

"Still working two jobs?" he asked sitting back into the seat as the driver pulled out into traffic.

"Yeah, I love it. I get to test flight the updated Migs for Antonio's company and then teach the new Cuban pilots how to fly. Manuel finally finished flight school. He is married and has a baby on the way."

"Manuel a daddy, man if I remember correctly he tried to nail anything that moved," he grinned.

"Yeah, well Maria keeps him happy," I told him.

"Oh man, she is a hottie."

"What's new in your life? Still single?"

"Oh yeah, I'm still too young for the old ball an chain."

"If memory serves me, we're the same age," I reminded him.

"I'm having too much fun right now to settle down. Those women love Top Gun pilots," he...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: AuthorHouse
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2018
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1546234845
• ISBN 13: 9781546234845
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 268
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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