SANTA CRASHED INTO A GLACIER ON MOUNT DENALI AND IS LOOKING FOR A WAY TO GET OUT.
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Chapter Five-Under Attack
Sergeant John Jacobs watched the radar at Fort Greeley missile base. Sargeant John served at on the far edge of Alaska. Everything appeared normal until eleven o’clock. At eleven the screen started flashing, and the horn sounded. John nearly jumped out of his seat. A strange blip headed toward North America at very high speed. He knew what all the other blips on the screen were, but this one behaved different.
Could it be a missile coming in? He checked the equipment. Everything was normal. The blip kept coming. John picked up the red phone and dialed Elmendorf Air Force Base.
“Major, we have a red alert coming at us from the west. All the equipment checks out; it is the real thing.”
“I’ll be there in a flash.” Major General Holmes was at home decorating his Christmas tree when the Sergeant called.
“I’m sorry kids, it’s an emergency I have to go.”
Minutes later, Major Holmes saw the blip on the radar screen himself. The object was near the coast line now.
“Scramble the tactical unit,” he ordered.
“Yes sir.”
Elmendorf confirmed the unidentified object approaching U.S. airspace. It was too fast to be an airplane. It had to be a missile. Three F16 jets sped toward the blip.
“It looks like we’ll intercept it over Denali,” Radioed Major ‘Do-Do’ Taylor.
On this evening Santa took the team to Siberia. He was returning to the North Pole from the extended training flight. The reindeer were at peak condition. Rudolph and the team were feeling good. Santa knew they were ready for Christmas Eve. They would deliver presents to good kids all around the world.
The team was excited. It felt good to fly fast. They loved speed. Santa was anxious to get home early. He and Mrs. Claus still had gifts to wrap for the elves. Mrs. Claus knitted new caps and socks for them.
The F-16‘s approached Denali, the highest peak in North America. A heavy cover of clouds hid the mountain, and the pilots flew by radar. Major Do-Do spotted the object on his radar. It flew under the clouds. Most of the time the jets flew above the clouds where the the pilots could see the stars and the moon. This flight was different.
Major Do-Do used pilot nicknames to talk to his wingmen.
“Crackers, do you have anything on your radar?”
“Yes I see something that is flying a crazy pattern.”
“I see it too,” said Dogface.
“The orders are to make contact with the object and determine if it is a missile, turn on your after burners,” ordered Do Do, “Let’s catch it.”
All three jets sped up to sixteen hundred miles per hour and broke the sound barrier with a loud bang.
“Did you hear that?” shouted Santa.
“Yes,” they sang in unison, “What was it?”
“I don’t know,” answered Santa “Maybe it is the ice cracking on the glacier below.” Just then, Santa let the reindeer have some fun. He flipped the reins gently, signaling them to go faster. The sleigh jumped forward. The team loved going fast, the faster the better. Even at this high speed they were barely breathing hard. They could go even faster if Santa asked them to.
“Get ready to practice a high speed landing,” said Santa.
“Okay,” responded Rudolph, “Let’s have some fun.” Neither Santa nor the reindeer had any idea that they were being chased by the jets.
Just as Santa gave Rudolph the signal to speed up, Major Do Do received orders to shoot. He fired a missile without knowing that he was shooting at Santa. The rocket was just a few yards behind the sleigh when the team kicked into high gear, and shot forward. They flew faster than the missile. Santa signaled the landing maneuver. Rudolph turned them into a sharp upward loop. The team was at the top of their loop, flying upside down, when the rocket exploded. It blew up just as they curved downward. The explosion caused Rudolph’s nose-light to go out, and knocked them off course.
“Oh oh, this is going to be ugly,” said Rudolph. The confusion caused the team to drop hard and fast.
Do Do, Crackers, and Dogface saw the object disappear from their radar.
“Mission completed,” radioed Do Do, “let’s head for home.”
Rudolph pulled the team out of the loop onto the glacier at top speed. The reindeer skidded and plowed a trench in the snow. Rudolph went down. The team tumbled, rolled, and slid behind him. Dasher clipped a large chunk of ice and shattered his leg. Comet banged his head and went unconscious. After sliding and plowing snow for what seemed like an eternity they disappeared into a deep crevasse.
To be continued…
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