Post by Catherine Smith on Jul 2, 2018 20:33:38 GMT -5
..going off of this post in the Monuments Group thread...

Area map of the University of Vermont - Burlington, Vt.

Area map of Burlington, Vermont
"Okay, everyone, down below us is Lake George; we are at the IP. Beginning nap of the earth flight." With that announcement the Seahawk pilot banked hard, taking the helicopter down to the foot of the earth in what helicopter pilots call "Nap of the Earth" flying - in essence, using the geography of an area to mask one's approach, exploiting the geography of an area as a means of protection. Although each SH-60, of which there were sixteen flying (the largest number of helicopters flying since before the Great Panic), was armed with a pair of M240 light machine guns, it was hoped they wouldn't be needed. Even so, the steely-eyed glances of the crew chief and assistant crew chief made it clear: it wasn't a sightseeing tour they were on.
Oh thanks for the reminder, Catherine thought, her stomach sinking with the helicopter as it dropped to below 200 feet; despite taking Dramamine for the potential of motion sickness (before leaving Albany, she'd given everyone - including Nicholas - motion sickness pills so that no one would get sick enroute, it still upset her stomach to be flying this low. At least we flew low when we traveled up to Albany, she mused, adding, so I should be used to this, the scenery whipping by outside the chopper at a blurry rate of speed.
Behind the Seahawk her and Nicholas were in - Seahawk 01 - there were fifteen additional Seahawks, nine of them carrying roughly 50 soldiers, two carrying Monuments Group experts and four carrying supplies and light equipment, enough for them to dig in and fight if need to be but also enough to assist the university stronghold in Burlington. Like the strongholds in Rochester, Buffalo and Syracuse, universities had become fortresses, places of solace in an apocalyptic world and that at least a little patch of knowledge wouldn't be lost to the ages.
Inside Seahawk 01, besides Catherine and Nicholas, were Lieutenant Willis, who was keeping one hand over the radio headset and the other holding a map of the Burlington, Vermont area, along with a pair of infantrymen who looked like they should be going out on prom night, not flying into a potentially hostile area. "Now I know how the Spartans felt when they marched out of Sparta on their way to Thermopylae," Catherine whispered to Nicholas, resting her head on his shoulder rather than watch the onrushing scenery and hoping that their expedition would succeed...

Area map of the University of Vermont - Burlington, Vt.

Area map of Burlington, Vermont
"Okay, everyone, down below us is Lake George; we are at the IP. Beginning nap of the earth flight." With that announcement the Seahawk pilot banked hard, taking the helicopter down to the foot of the earth in what helicopter pilots call "Nap of the Earth" flying - in essence, using the geography of an area to mask one's approach, exploiting the geography of an area as a means of protection. Although each SH-60, of which there were sixteen flying (the largest number of helicopters flying since before the Great Panic), was armed with a pair of M240 light machine guns, it was hoped they wouldn't be needed. Even so, the steely-eyed glances of the crew chief and assistant crew chief made it clear: it wasn't a sightseeing tour they were on.
Oh thanks for the reminder, Catherine thought, her stomach sinking with the helicopter as it dropped to below 200 feet; despite taking Dramamine for the potential of motion sickness (before leaving Albany, she'd given everyone - including Nicholas - motion sickness pills so that no one would get sick enroute, it still upset her stomach to be flying this low. At least we flew low when we traveled up to Albany, she mused, adding, so I should be used to this, the scenery whipping by outside the chopper at a blurry rate of speed.
Behind the Seahawk her and Nicholas were in - Seahawk 01 - there were fifteen additional Seahawks, nine of them carrying roughly 50 soldiers, two carrying Monuments Group experts and four carrying supplies and light equipment, enough for them to dig in and fight if need to be but also enough to assist the university stronghold in Burlington. Like the strongholds in Rochester, Buffalo and Syracuse, universities had become fortresses, places of solace in an apocalyptic world and that at least a little patch of knowledge wouldn't be lost to the ages.
Inside Seahawk 01, besides Catherine and Nicholas, were Lieutenant Willis, who was keeping one hand over the radio headset and the other holding a map of the Burlington, Vermont area, along with a pair of infantrymen who looked like they should be going out on prom night, not flying into a potentially hostile area. "Now I know how the Spartans felt when they marched out of Sparta on their way to Thermopylae," Catherine whispered to Nicholas, resting her head on his shoulder rather than watch the onrushing scenery and hoping that their expedition would succeed...