A Simple Mission Gone Awry

This is where I will display my self-made story. It will be a work in progress for some time.

Overview
The story follows the events of Marine Aviator Major Jonathan "Rambo" Roberts and his Blackhawk's Crew on a misson in modern day Afghanistan. The mission was supposed to be a simple insertion and close air support one, until they are hit by a Stinger missle and go down.

Story
"Stand by for take off," said the pilot, "Major, you awake over there?" he continued.

"Yes, I'm fine, Lieutenant," Major Roerts said to Lieutenant Ericson, "Prepare for dust off on my mark. One. Two. Three. Mark." He continued. The UH-60 Blackhawk jerked up off the ground and hovered in the air for a few moments before jerking foward. Colonel Stevens briefing the night before buzzed around his head like an angry bee,

"Pilots, your mission is to carry troops into this small town. Once at your designated drop zone, the soldiers will repel to the ground. If possible, provide close air support to the units on the ground. Survailence has confirmed that there are no SAM sites in the town. I expect to see you back here in a few days time. Good luck and get a good night's rest."

"Outskirts of the town are in sight," Said a voice over the radio.

"Copy. I've got a visual of the convoy inbound from the north," said another, female sounding voice, "Major Roberts, this is Gunslinger 1-1 requesting premission to break off and cut a path for the convoy, over."

"Granted, Alpha 5-9, break off with Gunslinger 1-1 and cut a path into the town square," replied Roberts.

"Roger that, out," said Alpha 5-9. The two Cobra helicopters broke off and followed the convoy into the town.

"Attention all pilots prepare to disembark troops at your assigned drop zones, over," Roberts said over the radio, "Ericson, take us in over there."

"Roger, advancing," Ericson replied. The troops in the back off the chopper threw the ropes off of the chopper and slid down it to the ground. Once the last Marine dropped to the ground, the rope detached and fell to the ground.

"Alright, Colonel Stevens, this is Bravo 2-4. We have successfully disembarked troops, over," Roberts said over the radio to command.

"Copy 2-4. Are you equiped for close air support? Alpha 5-9 and Gunslinger 1-1 are having some trouble with the convoy, over," Stevens replied. Roberts glanced back at Captain Jones and the minigun.

"Captain, is the minigun good to go?" He called out to the gunner.

"Yes sir. She's preped and ready," Jones replied back.

"Colonel Stevens, we are equiped for close air support, over," Roberts replied to the Colonel.

"Copy. We need you to walk first platoon through the town and link up with the convoy, over," Stevens replied.

"Roger that sir, out," Roberts said, "First platoon, this is Bravo 2-4 standing by for close air support, over."

"Roger that 2-4, we need you to take care of that fortified building before we can move up," said a voice over the radio.

"Copy that, moving into position," Roberts replied, "Jones, spin it up." Jones spun the minigun's rotating barrels and started firing in under five seconds. He fired all over the building until there was nothing left on it.

"Thanks 2-4, moving up. First Platoon out," said the voice on the radio. The chopper hovered over the street as first platoon moved up the street.