The CH-53E Super Stallion flared
slightly into a landing configuration as it approached the fantail of the
Cowpens. The ship had on the landing
marker lights for the helo, the seas were relatively
calm as were the winds. Rick felt and
heard a thud as the helo touched down on the deck. After a few minutes the three big GE turbo
shaft engines were shut down and the crew chief flipped a switch causing the
ramp to begin opening. The helo had
burned only 32% of its fuel on the trip out, so it wouldn’t need refueling for
the short hop to the LZ. “Let’s get the
boat loaded,” ordered Rick. The Zodiac
was being moved toward the rear of the helo by several seamen just as the team
members stepped off the ramp. The Zodiac
was only 15 ½ feet long, but could hold ten men and carry just over a ton of
weight excluding the engine and fuel.
The seven men with all their gear would come close to the maximum
payload. Two team members picked up the
boat at its stern and two picked it up at the bow. The boat was loaded stern first in the back
of the helo, it was a tight fit width wise.
The team loaded their rucks and weapons into the boat, and tied them
off, with two men remaining by the bow and the rear ramp, the rest took seats
behind the boat. Rick signaled for the
crew chief to raise the ramp. The helo’s
engines were started one at a time, it took six or seven minutes before they
lifted off. It was about a 22 minute
ride to their drop zone. The pilot
stayed over the horizon and out of sight from the coast as long as
possible. They were flying at about 100
knots and 75 feet over the water during the inbound segment of the flight. The sea state at the DZ was reported as two
foot chop and swells, mild conditions for boat operations. Rick was wearing a headset and was able to
communicate with the crew. He heard the
copilot say, “Two minutes to drop,” then removed the headset and yelled to the
team to get ready. The helo flared hard
and began a slow decent in a hover. The
crew chief hit the control to lower the ramp, it was dark but Rick could see
the small whitecaps from the waves. He
knew the pilot had rotated the helo 180 degrees during the hover to place the
ramp facing toward the beach, they were about a mile
away and could paddle the Zodiac to shore if the motor didn’t start. The rotor wash was sending large amounts of
sea water into the air and back down on the aircraft, it was like a rain shower
just outside the rear ramp. The helo was
only a foot or two off the water, the two men at the bow pulled and three more
pushed from the rear to get the Zodiac onto the ramp. They continued pulling and pushing until it
slid off the ramp like a sled into the ocean.
Three of the men, including Rick were able to jump into the boat from
the ramp, the rest were in the water.
The helo’s ramp began closing and the pilot had pushed the cyclic
slightly forward to begin forward movement away from the team. In two minutes the helo was a mile away picking
up speed as it climbed back up to 75 feet, heading out to sea. The four men in the water had been pulled
onto the Zodiac and all were sitting quietly and listening intently until the
helo was long gone. The Zodiac’s motor
started on the first pull, it was a silenced motor barely audible over the
surf. Rick motioned to steer north while
maintaining the same distance off the coast.
At a mile out in the darkness they were invisible and could easily move
undetected. It was 0515 hours, in ten
minutes they’d be on the beach before first light.
Alpha had made it to within 50
meters of the bridge and road. They
stopped and listened, Jack whispered to Manual.
“Move up to the bridge and assess the situation.” Manual nodded, slipped off his ruck and moved
off quietly through the woods toward the bridge. Five minutes after Manual had left the team
could just barely hear a truck, it sounded like the driver was using the engine
to help brake coming down a hill. In
that case it must be coming from the west since the roads running north and
south are relatively flat in this area.
The team heard the truck engine grow louder and heard the driver
shifting through the gears; they saw its lights through the trees as it passed
in front of their position. Jack checked
his watch, Manuel had been gone 9 minutes, it would be light soon, they had to make their move across the road very soon or
find a good hiding place. Manuel was
only 10 meters away when Jack detected his movement, instinctively he pointed
his CAR in that direction. (CAR-15 SMG –
Sub Machine Gun, a.k.a. XM-177E2) “There
are two guards, look like guerillas.
They appear to only have rifles, but they are both sitting and leaning
against the end of the bridge’s foundation sleeping, I could hear both of them
snoring. The truck crossed the bridge
and kept going. If we move west about 20
meters the road curves slightly, we can cross there undetected.” Jack nodded in agreement. Manuel slipped his ruck on and took point
again, leading the team west. The Cordillera
Oriental mountain range on the east side of the valley delayed
sunrise in Puerto Berrío by about ten minutes longer than it would have been
without the mountains. Alpha had made it
to within 13 klicks of the ranch, they were traveling
west of the road and river. The
vegetation had been lighter than expected up to that point, given the rich,
moist soil close to the river. However,
now it was rapidly getting denser as they moved south and the terrain
hilly. The heavy vegetation and trees
were ideal for concealment, but would slow the team’s movement down to less