Black Hawk Down This story is based during the infamous Black Hawk Down Incident. Known as the largest raid and tactical screw up. The level of error spanned from the officers who planned it to the troops who went out on the mission. In the end of that terrible day, over 12 Rangers and Delta Force and Air Crew are dead and 72 of them injured. The Somalia Rebels suffered a large of 1000, possibility over, countermined killed and thousands more unconfirmed. All caused by one tenth of their number if not less. This is one man's story, one that was never confirmed what happened to him. A young Black Operations soldier named Ryan Denson, a survivalist, snapshot and sniper. Many of these men like Denson were never mentioned, mainly because Black Opts aren't talked about much because it's classified. Many of these men were responsible for saving the stranded men down on the ground. Here is the story of one man and the story of a nightmare become real for men no older than 25 if not younger.

Digimon: Black Hawk Down
Written by DrawJive

Chapter 1

The air blew past me as I looked out into the desert city Mogadishu in Somalia as I aimed my PSG1 down into the smoked filled ground caused from the burning of car tires. The dozens of choppers approached the city to their target.

I’m Ryan Denson. I’m a Black Opt Sniper. You‘ll never see my name or here about me. My identity was wiped out a long time ago. Besides, no one cared to know much about me or wanted to find out.

My mission here was to cover the operation today in October of 1993. It was a simple hit and steal mission. Get in and get out. How little did I know that it was going to blow up in my face so bad that my very life would be within a thread’s length of ending.

I was flying with two other operatives. Two other Delta Force Snipers and I heard they were Delta Force troops and excellent shots. (These two are Sgt. First Class Randy Shughart and Master Sgt. Gary Gordon. They were the two Delta soldiers killed defending the crew of Super 64, the second downed helicopter. Both were given the Metal of Honnor post mortem.). “You guys up to target practice after this?” I said trying to make conversation.

“Nah, I’m going to call for leave and go home for a bit.” Shughart said shaking his head. “Wanna join me for a drink later on Ryan?”

“If we live through this.”

“Come on Ryan,” Gordon said, “There’s no way anything is going to happen, it’s a simple hit and steal mission. Nothing is going to happen.”

“Hell, we probably won’t shoot anything anyway.”

I turned slowly back to the city below. “Yeah you're probably…” I said as I trailed off.

I looked down with my hawk like eyes and saw three men on a rooftop just below us. I saw one holding up a RPG Launcher and aimed it right at me. The other two held up AK47s and were taking aim. “Evasive action!! RPG! RPG!” I yelled taking aim through my scope.

My crosshairs fell upon his head as I could almost see the finger press the trigger. A blast of white smoke came right at me as I fired. I saw a black hole appear in his head as he fell back like a sack of bricks.

The helicopter shifted to the side and I was caught off balance since I was sitting up. I was pressed right against the side of the helicopter’s door. I then saw the same RPG coming right at me. My eyes went wide as I reacted.

I thrust myself right off the side as I attempted to shift. The RPG went right through the helicopter and right over Gordon’s head. “Shit!” He yelled as I looked up at me. He didn’t know it was worse off for me. I was halfway out the door from a really long high dive. “RYAN!” Gordon yelled.

After that, I fell to the ground below. For a moment I thought I was gonna die. What a twisted way to go. I turned to at least see what I was gonna hit. Most likely the ground and be a smear mark on the dust covered road.

Then I saw a gray like tarp coming up me. “AHH!!” I managed to get out before I covered my face.

GRUUUNNCH! I hit the tarp and suddenly my fall was broken. For a moment all was black. Only for a moment.

I suddenly sprung to my feet and took out my sidearm. Insitinct kicked in and it was what kept me alive this long it was going to pull my ass out of the fire now. A sixth sence kicked in and I foresaw who was coming around a corner.

A black man dressed in ragged clothes rushed around the corner looking for me. He showed no signs of training due to the sloppy way he held his gun. I saw the smug look on his face as he thought he had killed one American. Too bad I thought as he came into my iron sites of my .45. He looked right at me and his eyes went wide.

I squeezed the trigger and the round fired. I miscalculated and a solid hole appeared and I could now see through his neck. He staggered back as his AK fell to the ground and he went over the edge of the roof. “Sorry too slow.”

“GGAHHH!!” I grizzled yelled from behind me.

I spun around and lashed out with my leg going with what adrenaline was telling me. I connected with a rebels face. He was about to bring down a machete on my head but I caught him his mid swing. He crumpled back and his weapon dropped out of his hand. In an instant I drew my combat knife an jammed it into his chest.

I quickly glanced at his eyes. They were full of shock and empty accusation. “Sorry, but I want to live too.” I said to him in his native tongue giving it a twist and pulling out.

The man hunched over and went to the ground slowly with a death rattle. Too bad, he probably had kids too. After that, I quickly ran off and disappeared down a flight of stairs. Falling off a helicopter, taking down three badguys and one in hand to hand. Damn, I was good.