 Operation Dust Devil. After months of planning, we were ready. Our mission was to secure and hold a position northwest of us where we would set up a new forward operating base called Sign Graves. Once we arrived, we immediately began running security alongside the perimeter. While that happened, our priority was getting our unit control center set up alongside our power grid and our water lines. Then the issue started. Possibly making some HME, there's nothing that looks like it's done. I've got ripe prills. I've got some... There's some stuff that's been ground down a little bit. It looks like it's all possible HME that hasn't been done yet. It was clear that we weren't welcome and that things could get worse. They got a lot worse. Someone had launched a swarm of drones against us. While no one was hurt, the base took direct hits. Even though our intel suggested a possible chemical attack, none of the drones did release anything. However, our airfield suffered multiple strikes, rendering it unusable. Even one of our parked planes was hit, forcing fire to respond and stop the blaze. Later outside intel suggested that enemy activity ceased for the day, allowing us to finish setting up the base. Our field kitchen was finally set up too, allowing us to take a nice, needed break. While we still had work to do in the days ahead, we capped the day off by setting our flagpole up, which became a proud reminder of what we had accomplished.