5km South of of Wismar, East Germany
2nd "Błyskawica" Battalion , 6th Airborne Brigade

Some shitty Polish music played in the helicopter, over the loudspeaker, as the helicopters flew in about 50m over the water, the forested area below close to the lake a nice area, in this nice winter's day. The Pilot in particular liked this, as the Mi-24W, both the doors in the back opened up to let some air in. The other chopper was keeping formation, and also had it's doors open, the two Hinds above Lake Schwerin imposing enough, and they were Polish.
"We need to turn this shit off, badly. Put a cassette of some Led Zep in, I tell you." Janusz said, the helicopters banked right, headed towards the coast, and moreover, to the bank of the lake where the battalion of paratroopers had set up. 
"Ah, you know what would happen though, Sierżant- they'd cut us open when we arrived. Plus the pilot likes this, and I don't want a pissed off pilot." Michal said, the second in command, as the soldier behind him, Viktor, looked back. He had a PKM in his hands, pointed downwards of course, laughing a little at it.
"Oh come on, you know what it is like. Those American war movies, when they are in Vietnam, music from two decades ago playing from their helicopters. Haha, those fuckers actually lost against people with Chinese replicas! Pew pew pew!" Viktor laughed, as he aimed his PKM out the door, making the noise that brought most of the squad inside to laugh at least to some degree, Michal a little more serious.
"I'm just saying, it would't work, we'd have our balls in our mouths. Sierżant, what's our plan of action after we hit the concrete?" Michal asked, as the helicopter slowed down, headed right for the landing zone.
"Battalion commander will update us on the situation, we've got work to do. Be ready for combat- things look shitty, looks like we're going to get deployed with the Hinds, so expect the worst. "

This place wasn't on an airfield- it was within a large former Nazi military compound south of Wismar itself, that had been one of the last to surrender in the Second World War. Particularly, it was a significant Polish deployment base, from which Błyskawica was deployed from, or at least, a large proportion of it. The base was quite an open area, but heavily fenced, and was predominantly a military heliport of sorts, with a very short open concrete landing zone that most helicopters came down on and moved to park from. The Hind's landing gear came down, as they hit the floor, the helo still moving as they rolled a little, pulling slightly to a small grass section, the other Hind following in neatly, as their own came to a stop.
"All out! Go, go!" The helicopter stopped, as Janusz led the way, the other one coming over, as the blades of the Mi-24 kept spinning, before slowly shutting down, the helicopter armed to the teeth, being a new addition to the Polish People's Army. Walking away from the helicopter, Fireteam Czerwone in tow, he moved out from the landing zone to regroup with the other team, Janusz himself carrying his AKMS and RPG-72 on his back, seeing the other fireteam disembark. It was risky getting both the first and second in command in one helicopter, but it was something that had resulted from the other fireteam being collected from elsewhere, following a mess of a redeployment. Now, they were regrouping as their regular force, and Janusz was in command.
"On me, lads." Janusz added, as they headed towards the interior of the base, Mi-17s flying past, as Janusz kept his eye out for the Battalion commander, They were getting briefed and readied, as the first forces on the ground following the Special Forces and other rapid deployment forces in area.

The situation to the Poles had come clear, and it seemed pretty harrowing. NATO had attacked the Warsaw Pact's forces and were infringing on their territory, at least 5 kilometers in, apparently. It meant war- and retaliation had to be swift and decisive. It was what they planned for, but co-ordination was key. The briefing had been to the point, and the dark grey Moro camoflage that Janusz's unit wore told most what they needed to know, about their role. Not special forces, but the first to fight, and a Hammer blow of a force when deployed correctly. They moved back to the helicopters, Janusz clear he'd have a brief quickly over with his men, though the noise was pretty bad.
"As you heard, we're moving to Lubeck Airfield, to take out any NATO fast air that isn't already engaging ours, and to take the airfield as an operational asset for us. The runway there is important, and roughly a couple of platoons are deployed there. We're going to be calling both our Su-25 fighter support thanks to our friendly Soviets, and we know that most major SAM and Anti-Aircraft has been dealt with- but not all. Special Forces already made a dent in the side of some NATO operations near Lubeck- though the harbor there has been wrecked it seems, and if it's Scorched Earth that NATO want to play, we're in a race to keep this airfield intact. The helicopters will continue to provide fire support for us- but we'll have a 800m hike to reach our OP, expect a rough landing." Janusz said, as he checked his AKMS again, looking to the choppers.
"We've identified a clearing, and 6th, 7th and 8th Platoons of the Battalion are support units, working from the north-east and the south-east of the airfield. We go from the West- and strike right into the defunctional terminal and main core of operations. The platoons will have little armored support on hand, and aerial support is unavailible- let's make it happen, lads. Bialy, you take that Hind, we'll take this one Czerwone. Let's go!" Janusz said, as they moved with a certain pace, the helicopters firing up, as the two Hinds were quickly back in the air, the noise of jets and other helicopters filling the air. The rest of the airmobile company in particular were using Mi-17 "Hip" Helicopters, for a greater capacity, and within minutes, they were making huge headway.

"Command receiving, this is Mlotek Actual, we're in the 1K zone, we are roughly five minutes out to Landing Zone Goral, over."
"Understood Mlotek, continue as planned. Get your Forward Controller in the team to ready the Close Air firemissions when needed ,we have a limited set of close support available over the next half an hour on Lubeck Airfield. Resistance should be minimal- most aircraft have either been destroyed on the taxiway, or are airborne. Airspace is contested, but we have friendly aircraft en route to reaffirm and hold the airspace over your region." Battalion command replied, the doors on the Mi-24 shut for good reason- this was a combat helicopter, and the use of munitions within it, without the ear defenders, would leave them deaf.
"Affirmative, loud and clear. Mlotek Actual out." Janusz said, as they crossed the border, headed over a canal diverted from the mighty Elbe river.
"Two minutes to LZ! We're flagging enemy UH-1 aircraft, standby..." Janusz heard, as suddenly, the noise of a loud whoosh could be heard of a single , as the helicopter flanked hard left, and the other hard right. They pulled in close, and despite countermeasures, the two UH-1 Iroquois were quickly swept off, perhaps not realizing that the combination of the Polish, Soviet and GDR armies were now sweeping in both on land and air in a big, big way. 

The Mi-24 rocked a little, as the pilot dumped speed and kept the chopper low, now almost brushing the pines as they swept round, circumnavigating the airfield from the south, as they approached a reasonable clearing, that was able to accommodate two Hinds, but probably nothing larger than that. The gear went down again, and the doors opened, the men inside quiet, due to the loud nature of the chopper.
"Go, go!" Janusz said, as his team disembarked, the helicopter taking flight above the treeline again, the noise of the frontal Yak-B cannon erupted, and in a loud way.
"The fuck's going on!" Jakub yelled, one of his men, as the helicopter kept on engaging, the other one landing rapidly and almost too rapidly, as the men emerged, and moved quickly, the helicopter leaving the ground.
"Crap...this isn't good. Biskup (Bishop, Mi-24W Section), what the fuck is actually going on?" Janusz asked, as Michal got his end of the fireteam ready, the six men covering an area ahead, as Michal looked to his.
"We're seeing enemy movements directly west of you, seems like we were loud and bought your attention, we guess around half a platoon's worth of movement and they've got us in view. We need to replan our flight path and provide fire from a different angle. They're moving through the pine forests, towards the airfield peremeter fence about 200m east of you- there's a forest between then and there, we can send a few S-8 salvos to keep them off your back. How copy Mlotek?"
"Understood, Biskup, we're working on it. Continue with fire support, waste these men and keep any mechanized units from our back. We'll do the rest, thanks for the heads up." Janusz said, as he looked over.
"Everyone, ready for contact front! Looks like we have them loud and clear, let's not let them down. Machinegunners, stick on the flanks and keep up the main volley of fire from a fixed position- everyone else, keep advancing and use the trees for cover! We'll let our Hinds sweep the worst, and we'll cut down the rest!" Janusz added, as he moved out, the squad moving quickly as they headed through the forest at a combat pace, the noise of heavy gunfire right close to them and above them evident. British soldiers could be seen ahead- they looked like they were British Army, and by no doubt, not a part of this exercise. And sure as hell, they knew that this was a Warsaw Bloc advance. Their vehicles had been torn apart, but they were moving from the tented command post on the southern end of the taxiway, to where the Poles were waiting. And what the Hinds didn't clear, the Poles did.