In the near future there is a war between the Unified Arabic States, aka, Arabia and the Allied Armies which includes America and Israel. Israel and the desert to the east is the place of the battlefront and the line.
Deep in the heart of the desert lies a secret city, Sha Medine. Take Sha Medine and end the War. Join Will Levings, an Army medic assigned to a Chopper (an advanced all purpose aircraft and the only type used by the Allied forces.) Join him and many other colorful characters as he travels through his adventures in this gruesome war.
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Will Levings was the son of the famous one armed Senator and Retired Army Colonel John Leving. He was famous for his actions in the second Iraqi war as the commander of the, now defunct, Airborne. He gave his life in a final act of heroism and duty to his country in saving the President of the United State.
The result of this assassination attempt and successful killing of John Levings thrusts America into a war with Arabia who had alread been attacking Israel, the only non Arabic country in the region, and some of the other European allied countries who were assisting them.
Will Levings decides to join the Army, as his older brother had also before him, to fight the men who killed his father and to become a man himself. He finds quickly that the thrills of war are more than he had ever imagined.
As the Chopper that he was assigned to crashed, carrying some of the great and famous 5th Batallion, one of which was his older brother, Tim, he becomes the sole survivor.
As the Arabs that shot them down come to inspect the wreckage, he is forced to leave the area and becomes lost in the desert. After falling out from the lack of energy and dehydration, he is found by the enemy and taken as a prisoner of war.
His adventure, and the adventure of other great characters that join him in his plight to gain his freedom and once again return to his squadron to do his part in fighting the war.
This story has more twistes and turns than a hyper roller coaster. Hold on tight, strap in and enjoy the ride, right next to Will Levings as we follow him to the very end.
The wind blew at his military standard jet black hair through the
open door of the chopper. After a brief stint of being hypnotized
by the desert, he clinched his tight jaw for a moment and turned
his gaze, which was often deep and contemplating, to the troop
seats behind him. A huge smile was pinned upon his young face
as he looked at the men behind him. And a flashy smile it was.
His name was Corporal Will Levings and he was but a boy not
unlike many other young men in a war who was attempting to
do the job of a man. He was nineteen, nearly twenty, and was
deep into his second year of his tour in the army. He was the son
of a man who was a hero in many wars and died in a final act of
bravery for his country. This young man simply wanted to be his
own man, but he would always be known as John Levings’ son.
He loved and honored his dad more than anyone in the world,
but he wanted to make his own mark in the world. That’s why he
came to the desert. That’s one of the reasons why he went to war.
He was not unlike many other members of the Allied forces
who were stationed in Jerusalem, the only unoccupied city, or
country within the entire region.
If it were not for the sea, Israel would be surrounded by
Arabia, and it was on three of its borders. He continued to smile
as he looked in the back for a moment and placed his flight helmet
upon his head. Will, as it seemed to be with most chopper
medics, was always the last one on the chopper and the last one
to finish his duties as the craft rose from the ground, so, as such,
he was always the last one to be strapped into his seat.
Those who survived the 5th’s latest offensive were in the troop compartment to the rear of the chopper and they were the object of his proud smile. The mighty 5th, he thought. They were a unit so elite that it took but a single number to describe them. A strange blend of pride and weariness emitted from each of their haggard stares. When this fine mixture of bravery and malice was witnessed from the best seat in the house—that is from the advantage of a chopper high above the battlefield—one could not help but to be moved. Men would fall right next to them. One would stop to help while everyone else trudged onward. They would stare death in the face. They could smell its breath and offer it a breath mint; the stench would not turn them away.
To see them from above would be closest compared to that of a symphony writing itself right before your eyes and all of its music mixed perfectly. The sheer determination they held alone was enough to inspire any warm blooded man. Especially a medic. As a chopper medic, Corporal Will Levings was charged with keeping them alive from place to place, but he knew that these men kept each other alive in the grips of death.
In these battles, as the chopper swooped into position to evacuate them, these men would run to its protection. It, after all, was their lifeline and their way home. There were always remnants of the enemy in the distance who would stay around just to harass the troops as they tried to leave. Four other choppers
landed nearby and the good guys would run to them as well. The ones who were the last to enter were always the ones who ran backwards and hurled flash grenades behind everyone else making the enemy blind, if only a moment. Just enough time to set their fellow fighters free. The last chopper that landed would always find this row of troops and assist with the clearing of the area by unloading whatever payload they had before setting down. It made a mess of whatever was in the way and it worked.
All Because of War
Nothing deters a stalking enemy troop greater than a hail of bullets
and bombs from an approaching chopper.
The picture stuck in Will’s head as the choppers took off and went in their different directions home. It was a scene that he had been privy to more times than he could remember, but it sent chills down his spine every time. Even the way the choppers exited the LZ was symphonic. If a group of six or eight choppers
were seen together, they would become one large target, but when they are separate they dodge almost anything coming toward them. The timing of each chopper’s egress was rapid yet perfect to maximize protection and remain the perfect distance apart. Shortly after getting underway, the co-pilot put on some music and everything seemed perfect. A soothing breeze blew in through the open door and Will breathed a sigh of relief. Once again the mission was successful and the boys who put themselves
on the line were safely returning home.
As he stared outside, he felt the chopper bank hard to the right. He had to grab onto the chord that tethered him to the wall to keep from being thrown through the open door. His muscles tensed as he reached the support bar next to the seat and used it to pull himself into place. He had strapped himself in barely in time. Whew! Thank God for weight-lifting class. As he strapped in, he took the time to also thank God that he was still alive and not lying in the middle of the desert.
As the chopper swayed in almost perfect rhythm to the music, the pilots pointed and yelled coordinates and orders. They had inadvertently come across an enemy anti-aircraft post. Will jumped into the role of his alternate job, one that was only reserved for emergency situations. In normal flight operations his job was to simply watch over any litter patients on a stretcher. In emergency situations, he takes over communications so the pilots have time to do their jobs with such precision and concentration
that can only be attributed to the instinct gained from experience and practice but seen as magical. To have to worry
about answering to inquisitions about position, finding coordinates
on the GPS or figuring time frames would be a misuse of their focus, which needed to be on the controls of the aircraft and staying alive. The passengers in the cargo area held on for their lives as the chopper buckled to one side; the pilot was trying
to avoid more incoming flack. The music blared and seemed to emit from the air around them as they struggled to remain aloft and avoid destruction. The radical movements of the aircraft
suddenly ended with a harsh jolt and a tremendous explosion.
A ball of flames rolled into the open side door. The heat was so close to Will that every hair on his left arm was singed. A Surface to Air Missile, STAM, shattered one of the hover turbines causing the chopper to careen out of control. The chopper
was going to crash. It was going down quick, and there was nothing that anyone could do about it except to hold on; pucker up, which was merely a natural reaction; and pray.