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As soon as they were off the C-5 transport jet at Mother Rucker, Alabama, they began reassembling their helos.
The DEVGRU SEALs did their “fade into the night” thing, but Danielle was sure she hadn’t seen the last of them.
By midnight the helos were back together. They flew the three miles from Mother Rucker’s main Cairns Airfield over to their hangar at Ech Stagefield in tight formation.
A small sign had been added above the entry door’s code panel in their absence.
“The 5E,” Danielle read aloud as the others gathered around her.
It was all the small brass plate said, but it was enough. It said this was home. She would get some other improvements made here: housing for the crew, convert the old Ech field offices into a training center, and other amenities. But what mattered now w
