My childhood wasn't anything special, really. My dad was in the Navy, my mom was always home with me. I was two when my brother was born, and like most older siblings I wasn't entirely happy with not having all of the attention anymore, but I eventually got over it and ended up loving my brother, Jordan. We liked mostly the same things, so we always got along pretty well, but it wasn't until we were young adults that we really clicked.
When Jordan turned 18, we decide it would be a good idea for us adrenaline junkies to get motorcycles, and I'm not entirely upset that he came up with the idea, because it turned out to be a lot of fun. Admittedly we weren't the most legal drivers when it came to road laws, often speeding down the road, splitting lanes, just having fun. That is until one day while out on a ride, a car driven by some ass hat pulled out right in front of Jordan, he had no time to even brake, he just went flying. We were always safe while riding, we made sure to wear full gear, but even with it on his back got all tore, it wasn't a pretty sight.
After that event I stopped riding as carelessly, while still having fun. Jordan decided to enlist in the Coast Guard after he healed, and I decided to follow my dream of being a pilot in the Air Force. OTS wasn't bad, surprisingly. Then came Flight Training, which was actually really fun. I went in not knowing anything about how to fly a helicopter, and after this I knew enough to do it safely and confidently, but not good enough to fly overseas. The rest of the training was a breeze, and then came my first deployment.
All my deployments and TDYs went smoothly, no hiccups at all. It's an odd feeling to be in complete control of not only a multi-million dollar aircraft, but also the people in it that you're transporting. It sucked being away from home, but the job made me feel some kind of way. There's just something about being a key part of the United States Military that makes being away from your family worth it. I really made a difference, but I needed a break. It was time for some leave.
I called Jordan, asked if he had any leave and suggested we took a mini vacation. Nothing much was really seen of this place, but we heard they were rebuilding and wanted to go see how it looked after the war; Chernarus. We flew, then drove, and drove some more, and finally we got to the house we were renting. What we'd seen so far wasn't bad. A lot of farms, a few big cities, nothing out of the ordinary, but the mountains were something to see. Definitely still a lot of construction going on, though.
After being there a few days, sight seeing, going on hikes, just enjoying the break, we got a notification from our mother one day, a video of some sorts. We watched, and both being from the Military, we weren't super shocked with what we saw. It was just a Russian helicopter landing in some sort of Military Compound, it wasn't really that odd they were probably just transporting supplies for the construction. Apparently, however, other people weren't so sure about this helicopter, and conspiracies quickly began to spread. After a long day of exploring the country, we decided to get some sleep in preparation for the next day, one of our last here.
Suddenly, we were awoken by one of the loudest noises I've ever heard. It was a huge explosion, and it couldn't have been far away. There were jets flying over, the explosions continued, checkpoints were being set up, we couldn't even drive anywhere anymore. Jordan went out on a walk one night to see if he could figure anything out, he told me to stay home and start packing our stuff, we were leaving early.
What the hell? Is a dog scratching my door? Wha- What the fuck?!?