European Air Forces bombing Rabat and Casablanca began on March 21 at 0100.
Beginning on March 21, Moroccan forces had been subject to a major bombardment by the European Air Force. Eurofighter Typhoons and older Dassault Mirage fighters screamed over Moroccan cities to deliver the vengeance of one of the worlds greatest superpowers. While the exact forces deployed were hidden from the press, and a media blackout was put in place over the Operation, we now know that a total of 87 combat vessels, ranging from submarines to the FS Charles de Gaulle and the SPS Principe de Asturias, were deployed for the operation and 37 Air Wings, bringing the vast majority of the European Southern Air Command to bear on the outclassed and outgunned Moroccan forces.
Thus with 87 naval vessels, 12 flotillas of transport craft and 296 aircraft, European forces had devoted as much of their forces away from Balkan occupation duties as they could afford. Nonetheless, 80 000 soldiers were gathered around Naval Bases in Toulon, and across the Straits of Gibraltar to bring the Union crashing down on the small Kingdom. It was to be the largest deployment of forces and manpower since the Summer War. As history showed however, the fighting would be over long before many of them had reached the front, and one unit in particular, and their commander, would overshadow them all.
- Brief History of the Modern World
Operation Pasture Orange
2nd Air Assault Brigade
0500 Paris Time
March 25 2004
He could hear the fighter jets scream overhead, the anti-aircraft fire ringing out and the bombs crashing into the houses and offices across the city. He could see the missiles fired from the sea crashing into the streets and shops, blanketing the city a black smoke, covered with raging fires. He could feel the sky tremble with thunder at the fear of the Europeans, while it pelted the Moroccans bellow with a blanket of rain. He could smell the fires and the mangled corpses from the helicopter. He could taste the ash and the death in the air.
It was not enough.
Colonel Adam Templer seethed with fury as he looked out from the Eurocopter Cougar at the city of Casablanca. He could see it from the windows ahead of the pilots. They fiddled with their instruments and played with their controls while he glared at the city, at the country that had let a maniac bring war to his home, and to his family.
He looked down at his arm, running his gloved hand along the bare scars and cuts still not healed from the attack on Atocha Station earlier in the month. Normal protocol called for his sleeves to be down. They also called for him to lead his forces from inside a ring of squads stretched out over a distance. He would follow neither in this invasion.
His sleeves were rolled up past his elbows in the new desert camouflage dress, the old system of similarly colored rags for all environments having been discarded after criticism in the field, and in training circles. The new material was lighter and had a colour variation for the different environments the forces were expected to serve in. They still managed to ventilate and insulate as good as the old ones however, which is to say, barely. Not that it really mattered in Morocco today, or that he cared.
He looked at the scars again.
Rachel lying there blood pooling around her head is she injured what's going on what's happened what do I do get a grip get her out she has to be safe save the baby what if somethings happened to the baby keep your heads down get out wreckage fire smoke burning glass everywhere no where safe keep moving get to safety keep moving get out of the wreckage keep moving
He raised his eyed, glaring at the burning city before him.
Fire smoke burning glass everywhere no where safe what happened who did this Serbians Russians ETA Islamists Americans what happened who did this where do we go is the baby alright is Rachel alright am I alright who did this no focus keep moving get out must escape keep your heads down
Casablanca had seen better days.
An explosion tore through an office building on the far side of the city sending debris and glass scattering across the streets below in a hail of death. Dust and smoke plumed out of the building and erupted in a sudden burst as it fell to one side, crashing into an apartment block that erupted in a ball of smoke. A groan that rang out even here, before they had even hit the beaches and were hovering out over the water burst forth as the buildings sunk low behind the veil of death.
Glass scattered pick up Rachel keep moving bloody knees arm is in pain blood running down my arm and dripping from my elbow is Rachel okay what about the baby the doors open it shattered there's glass in my arm keep going don't stop to think out the door into the hallway dead stewardess glass in her face keep going don't stop get Rachel out get Rachel out get Rachel out
A tear ran down his face as he grimaced in the memories.
Get out keep going what if there's more what happens now there's an exit out through a window steel frame torn apart get on the ground should be easy Rachel crying hugging tightly ignore window need door step over stewardess cover Rachel's eyes don't let her see she shouldn't see she must not see keep going get out get out get out
"One minute. Prepare for drop off." came the pilots voice, blaring and filtered through static throughout the helicopter. The sudden interruption to his thoughts jolted him from the memories. The city in front of him was still burning. He would not let it stand.
"Confirm pilot?" he called out, moving close to beside the pilot with a lump growing in his throat.
"One minute, Sir." the pilot yelled back, staying off the intercom. He glanced at him slightly and gave him a funny look before turning back to the city.
Adam turned from him to face his men and then touched his face as his eyes began to sting. He pulled off his glasses and brushed his hand across his forehead, cursing as beads of sweat streamed into his eyes and as silent tears ran down his cheeks. When had he started to sweat like this? When had he started to cry like this?
He put his glasses back on his head and cocked his gun, switching the safety off. He gave a quick look around the helicopter and he could see their thoughts on their faces. They were as clear as day.
"Men," he shouted, his eyes scanning the squad as hatred and rage boiled his blood. "Kill them all."