"It was chaos all over, the dead coming to life. Before anyone really could understand what was happening in Chernarus it was far all too late. I was a pilot, if you can still call me that, of the Chernarussian Air Force. Flying continuously in helicopters to search for refugees or anyone that was still left alive. The areas my unit was in where deemed lost but that didn’t stop us from trying to save people. With the Russians bombing more closely to the border areas, NATO along with other CDF support the ground, smog and smoke filled the air. The visibility was zero so it was no surprise that I clipped a tree sending us all into turmoil. The men screaming getting thrown everywhere in the back end and even some injecting out. Not only did I lose my bird but I lost a few good men that day and before I knew it, I would lose them all. It’s not the screams that I have a hard time forgetting but the sick smelling of rot and death. Even this fringed climate, it’s the one thing I will never forget."