8 MAY 2003 / 1800 hours
[Berger]
"Sir, CPL, I have something to report, and am asking for some direction on the subject. I've inventoried nearly everything in Camp. I made up a simple ledger for it all. And then I did some calculating. I don't want to alarm anyone, but both of you should know. Our food situation will become desperate in a day or two. So far we have been eating civilian and fresh fodder, and it's about gone. We've a lot of mouths to feed, now. And we're recruiting more... There are some rations -- MREs from Doc Novak -- that should carry us for about a day, but then we're gonna be doing a good impression of Ethiopians..."
"You both realize, I'm sure, that the fields won't have anything until July, and not much till August or September. So, as I see it, we need to get more scrounge / forage teams out there. Gimme some direction, gimme the permission, and gimme the manpower, and I'll give it my best..."
Robbo raised an eyebrow at the news, and turns to face the new CO.
"Looks like we've definitely got two enemies now sir, Colonel Stryfe and
General Winter. And I'm sure that you know who Winter has defeated in the
past."
Raven struggled to control his feelings. Two days worth of rations left. Not good. It looked like some of his plans were going to have to be pushed back again. "Sgt Berger, take as many men as you need, and form a hunting party. Also, lets look at fishing in the lake. If worse comes to worst, we can always toss a couple of grenades into it in an emergency. We also need to send out some scouting parties to check the local towns. I'm sure that any canned food has long since been scrounged, but it's worth a look. And have Mr. Cunningham start talking to the local farmers as part of his recruiting effort. Perhaps they will have extra food they'd be willing to sell or trade for. We can offer them safe haven, for example, in exchange."
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08 MAY 2003
Sean was glad to be back and in one piece. The fact that he had picked up some intestinal bug or another while in the mines was just a minor annoyance. He ended up staying in and around the Aid Station. Guiness his BFD lavished alot of attention on the big Irishman, as did Tina Yates and Hannah Mordecai. Yates seemed to want him to drink the contents of the Lake, all in the name of fluid replacement. He was disappointed at not having his Harley anymore, but he was free, alive, and in relative safety with Guiness and other friends.
Yate's, the unit's most experienced medical professional, tried to convince Sean to stay off the ankle, but as the saying goes, you can't keep a good man down. That is, until the pain sets in. And there were relatively few pain killers available to the 3/103rd. Sean spent most of the afternoon with his leg propped up, and discussed some plans for recruiting, propaganda, and morale boosting with his new counterpart, Big Jim Delacroix. The two hit it off immediately, and hashed out some ideas. Their best ideas were in the areas of morale, and recruiting. Sean and Big Jim would personally see to the recruiting effort -- it seemed a high priority after the losses incurred in the evacuation from Lewisburg.
Again Tina Yates checked in on Sean. She was thorough, he'd give her that. The young Israeli lady, Hannah, was in and out of the Aid Station during the day, and something clearly bothered her. Sean recognized the look -- she was on the run, or something threatened her. Sean had spoken very little to her, about all he knew was that she was a longtime friend of John Sherman's. Friend, whatever that meant...
The other odd happening was when Petey Slade, the unit's master mechanic, came storming into the Aid Station. He was toting a large wrench, the type used for working on armored vehicles. He too, was worked up, and looked as if he was about to get into a fight with someone. Upon seeing Sean in the Aid station, he quickly quieted down, mumbled something about cutting his hand, and then left...
By nightfall, Sean's sense was that the two events were related. Petey was mad, and was looking for someone who would be in the Aid station. That meant probably Yates, or Hannah, and since Hannah was upset about something, maybe Petey was angry and was after her. As far as he knew, the MAJ was out on an Op, so that left LT Jackson in charge...
Sean hobbled to the CP to look for Wiz. He had made an interesting observation and wanted to share it. He would have preffered Raven, or even to run it by Berger for his input, but they were not available. He felt this may have something to do with their "leak"
and didn't think it could wait. Sean took a lap around the CP to make sure no one was with in ear shot. He walked into the CP and glanced around. No one was there but Wiz and him.
"LT," Sean leaned inclose to talk quietly..."I observed something in the aid station today that I thought I should share. That Israeli woman Hanna, came in looking all fluster’d, as if she was scaird or running from something. A short time later ole Petty Slade came tearing in carrying a big old wrench, looking like he wanted a Donnie Brock...looked around
and saw me, and made up some BS about cutting his hand or something and then hightailed it out, with out so much as a band-aide. I can't help but think they were related!"
08 MAY 2003 / 2100 hours
LT Jackson had saved the more interesting headlines to disk for perusal at a later time. He was quite proud of himself for getting that much, and was surprised and elated that the net was even existing with everything else that was going on. Now if he could just get thru the data fortress that protected the sat uplink server, he'd really have accomplished something. No luck so far this evening however. And now there was a knock on the door, someone needing him again. Door? Hell, it was a blanket suspended from a flimsy frame of furring strips, but it did offer some privacy. Wiz answered, "One moment, please...", and hid the PC and uplink controller.
Finally, he voiced, "Enter", and Sean Cunningham appeared. Sean relayed his observations about the Israeli woman Hannah Mordecai -- how she was scared as if her life was being threatened, and then his observations of Petey Slade barging in looking for a fight or something. Sean couldn't help but think the two incidents were related. MAJ Raven was out on an OP for sure, so that left LT Jackson in charge. Security was SSG Sherman's detail, but Sean hadn't seen him this evening, maybe he was on the OP too. Did the LT have anything he wanted Sean to look into?...
Jackson thought a moment about the incident. Normally two things like that would really be a big deal...but if it caught Cunningham's attention..."Sean," Wiz responds, finally, "Since you have brought this to my attention and you believe something is going on then I empower you to investigate the incident. We are sort of lacking in trustworthy men at the moment, so question whoever you need to, sneak around as you might, do what you have to do to find answers. Just don't get caught." Wiz pulls a blanket off of the TV monitor and shows Sean a live feed from the radio room. "And we've also got a video camera if you need it. But that is only in an extreme case. And needless to say, you didn't see that," he gestures at the TV.
As Wiz finished his conversation with Cunningham, he caught the end of the radio call from the men on the OP. He threw his blanket over the TV again, quickly put the laptop in a sack and headed towards the radio room. "Cunningham," he ordered, "Find Jack Booker and Sherman and meet me at the HQ." Wiz rushed off to get specifics from Wu as to the situation.
"Yes sir," Sean said as the LT headed to the HQ. As Sean looked for Booker and Sherman he mulled over his plan for getting to the bottom of what he saw. "I think I will buddy up with Petey and get him drunk...maybe he will spill something." Sean thought his approach with Hannah needed to be a little different, "Maybe I can play on her fears and offer her 'protection' so to speak."
Sean relayed the message to the two men and headed for
the HQ as quickly as his ankle would allow.
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MAJ Raven scanned the area as they made their way through the woods.
He pulled his compass out and double-checked their direction of travel.
Satisfied, he motioned to Cpl Robinson to continue moving. As they neared
their objective, he kept his eyes peeled for a good rally point, somewhere
that was secluded where they could make their final plans. He spotted a
small grove of trees that looked suitable, and caught the Corporal's
attention. He circled his arm in the air and pointed to the grove (OOC-this
is the hand and arm signal for a rally point).
8 MAY 2003 / 2130 hours
Robbo, on one of his usual check backwards, notes the signal, and spots the place the Major means. Quickly and quietly (ooc: comms rock if needs be!) he gets the attention of his forward scout, and leads the recon party in. Once there, Robbo quickly directs the patrol into all round defense, everyone bar himself and the Major on their guts, facing out. The MG facing back the way we entered the RV, a nasty surprise for anyone tailing then
with bad ideas.
Raven watched as Cpl Robinson put the patrol in a nice tight perimeter in the small grove they'd spotted. He nodded in silent approval, for all his protests, Robinson was a damn good soldier. He waited until the Corporal had placed the men into position, and then waved him to the center of the grove, took a knee, and spoke in hushed tones.
"You and I are going out on a quick recon of the objective. Appoint one of the men to take charge of this group until we get back, and leave the radio with him. We should be gone no more than an hour, hopefully less. We'll scout out the ambush site, and figure out where exactly we want to put the men. Make sure all the men understand what's going on. The password is 'Mourner', and the countersign is 'Glimmer'. (OOC - I had to toss that one
in, everytime we went to the field, we always used that password.) Tell them if we're not back in an hour, they are to go back to the Camp, and report to Lt. Jackson. Same thing goes if they hear gunfire. Do you have any questions for me?"
[ooc]
GTM:
The infantry was spotted right at the easternmost peak - 1983 denotes the elevation in feet. The tracked vehicles were vaguely located on Brush Valley Rd, less than 1 km north of the peak. Not seen, so much as heard, and inferred -- the mountain is too steep and thickly forested for a track to be much of anywhere else.
8 MAY 2003 / 2100 hours
As per earlier agreement, MAJ Raven had Robbo checked in with RB Winter Camp via radio for the hourly report. Nothing unusual noted, and the group will continue on toward objective. CPL Wu acknowledged the message.
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8 MAY 2003 / 2130 hours
Raven's scout party reaches a rally point on the north slope of Hill 1983. Looking closely, there are actually 3 peaks there, 1983 is the elevation in feet of the tallest of the three which is the westernmost of the trio. The easternmost peak is the lowest, and the middle one is somewhere between the others in height.
[Raven]
Perimeter is set up with the M60 facing back down the slope, ready to shred anyone who may have followed the group.
Raven and Robbo set out for a quick peek at the objective, and left instructions with the squad for various conditions.
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2000 hours, 8 MAY 2003
"Sherman... John. I know this looks bad. I... There's more to it than even this. Uh, We need to talk. You had better sit down. I... I'm pregnant..."
[Sherman]
Sure he tried to convince himself he did it because he had no choice. The problems with Ralston, the attack on the Hospital. But they were all just excuses, to justify what he had done. How many times had he arrested people, all who tried to explain what had happened, that they were innocent. He even thought sometimes that maybe they were telling the truth, but it wasn't his job to decide that. He had arrested deserters himself. Some deserved it, nothing but cowards turned marauder, preying on the weak. But others they were just soldiers who had grown tired of it all. Men who had seen too much and just gave up. When caught they would offer little or no resistance, uncaring what would happen. But military justice was harsh, there were rules that had to be followed, otherwise everything would just fall apart. Regardless of the reasons the law was the law and it had to be obeyed. John Sherman believed that.
He knew he could have taken another course of action. Actually done something to stop Ralston, but instead he just picked up his bags and left. Over the last few months he had tried to forget what he had done. The relief he felt when Stryfe pardoned him was like having a burden lifted. But what was that worth now. Stryfe knew his little pardon was nothing more than a sham, a charade. Sherman clenched his fists and muttered with gritted teeth under his breath "Bastard".
Hannah then dropped the bombshell that Sherman wasn't expecting. It took him completely by surprise. He looked at her, his eyes wide open in shock.
"Pregnant!?!"
[Hannah}
For the life of him John Sherman just stood there in shock, taking it all in.
Hannah continued. "It's not what you must think. It's entirely my fault, John. A weakness, a momentary lapse of reason. Remember when you were sick back in March... you were in and out of consciousness, and I had to take care of you. I bathed you, you needed it with being sick and so forth, and I... I'm so ashamed. What I did was wrong, so very wrong, and... especially with someone to whom I owe my life... the insult to your person, is... unspeakable. If you can see it within your heart to forgive me, I'll go away so as not to damage your honor..."
John knew Hannah was serious by the look of cold determination in her eyes.
[Sherman]
She stood before him blaming herself for what had happened. He didn't remember a lot of what had gone on when they had both been exposed to some unknown source of radiation. He had been in and out of consciousness for most of it relying on Hannah to look after him. He had no idea how she managed it by herself to keep going day after day. The responsibility must have been overwhelming. With all the other things she had to cope with, in his semi delirious state he had decided to tell her he had feelings for her.....
Sherman after he recovered tried not to think about what had happened. He wasn't sure if it really did or not and Hannah had never mentioned anything. He felt to ashamed to bring the subject up. So he said nothing.
All that time and Hannah had carried the burden alone, what must she be thinking? Sherman felt a wave of guilt.
"Hannah... 12 weeks..... why didn't you tell me?"
Sherman moved towards Hannah and placed his arms gently around her.
Sometime later John Sherman emerged from the infirmary. He lowered his face to avoid any eye contact with Yates. He didn't want to know what the medic thought of him. In his hand he clenched the wanted poster found in Pete Slades tool box. Something about Slade cutting his hand on a file and the metal filings found in the engine of the APC sounded a bit odd. And he was suspicious as to why Slade hadn't informed anyone of the fact that the camp had two wanted deserters in it. Sherman made his way to the command post, time to come clean with Major Raven about everything.
Well not everything, Sherman and Hannah still had a lot of talking to do.....
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[ooc]
GTM:
The infantry was spotted right at the easternmost peak - 1983 denotes the elevation in feet. The tracked vehicles were vaguely located on Brush Valley Rd, less than 1 km north of the peak. Not seen, so much as heard, and inferred -- the mountain is too steep and thickly forested for a track to be much of anywhere else.
08 MAY 2003 / 2100 hours
As per earlier agreement, MAJ Raven had Robbo checked in with RB Winter Camp via radio for the hourly report. Nothing unusual noted, and the group will continue on toward objective. CPL Wu acknowledged the message.
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08 MAY 2003 / 2130 hours
Raven's scout party reaches a rally point on the north slope of Hill 1983. Looking closely, there are actually 3 peaks there, 1983 is the elevation in feet of the tallest of the three which is the westernmost of the trio. The easternmost peak is the lowest, and the middle one is somewhere between the others in height.
[Raven]
Perimeter is set up with the M60 facing back down the slope, ready to shred anyone who may have followed the group.
Raven and Robbo set out for a quick peek at the objective, and left instructions with the squad for various conditions.
8 MAY 2003 / 2130 hours
The 7 man squad was arrayed in a ring as Robbo had placed them. The M60 pointed back down the slope, and Robbo turned the radio over to PVT White, who had minimally more RTO experience than the others. White would also command the squad in Raven and Robbo's absence, if for no other reason than the fact that he wasn't 18 or 19, but nearly 25, and hopefully "the old man" would have a cooler head than his charges. It seemed so, anyway.
Raven and Robbo headed off to check the ambush site. The place they selected from a small topographical map on an old Park Service pamphlet was at a bend in Brush Hollow Trail Rd. This point was just west of where McCall Dug Rd. intersected from the north. The climb up Bald Eagle Formation had been tough in the dark and drizzle, and both Raven and even the younger Robbo were glad that the slope levelled off eventually.
Even with the light misty drizzle of the evening, both men were soaked as they left the rest of the squad behind. The two travelled nearly 400 meters, crouching and crawling alternately as the terrain dictated, until they reached the ambush site.
8 MAY 2003 / 2140 hours
The two advanced carefully. They gelled quite well, and rapidly were able to anticipate each others moves, almost as if they'd been doing this longer than say, an hour and a half. Both men were experienced, and that helped. If any point of their trek was dangerous, it might be crossing McCall Dug Rd to get into position for an L ambush along Brush Hollow Trail. Robbo went first, low, quietly, and quickly, SA-58 at the ready. Next followed Raven, maybe not as quickly, but as quiet and unseen as a spirit...
Apparently nobody noticed, or was there to notice, the two men crossing the road. They knew maps were one thing, and reality was often another, but upon their arrival, much was communicated by the wordless smiles they exchanged, even when viewed through NVGs. The ambush site was cherry. "Clean and Pink", as they used to say in Nam. Perfect for an L ambush at the bend in Brush Valley Trail. Both men spent a few minutes scanning around, picking up what detail they could. The damn drizzle was annoying. Raven could swear he saw steam emitting from either himself or Robbo. He silently hoped he and Robbo were the only persons in the area with NVGs.
Robbo was as thorough as usual. Perhaps moreso. This was his first patrol in some time. He had been used in nearly every capacity imaginable since arriving at the 3/103rd, and now he was again at the sharp end. When he was satisfied with what he had seen, he looked 360 again just to be sure, and was about to have lay some sign language on MAJ Raven, (now what did he say Yanks used for return to RP? Oh yes!...) when he flattened. MAJ Raven did the same 20 milliseconds later. Three forms materialized literally from nowhere, vaguely west of Robbo and Raven, and were closing fast. The trio were 70 meters west of Raven and Robbo, on a little rise in the NW quadrant formed by the intersection of the two roads near the ambush site.
Shit.
The MAJ said before to let them come. Raven had already gone for his knife. Robbo would've sold his soul for the silenced mini-Glock he often dreamed of.
Had the men seen them? Or the steam? They were coming fast. Ah, if they were spotted, the guys would've opened fire. They must be military, or at least paramilitary. Moving that fast in woods at night would rate a branch or three in the eye without NVGs.
Shit Shit.
Well, if it comes to a firefight, hopefully the squad will do as they were told, and hid the skids for Camp. Maybe it was just a fluke, these guys could be some locals out jacklighting deer. If so, they picked a pisspoor place. Now it looked like another group of 2, no, 3 following the first group, trailing them at 25 or 30 meters. It was hard to tell -- the trees were fat, and grew thickly here. The forms disappeared and reappeared as they approached. But there were two groups. They were at a scant 50 yards now, and were headed more less right smack into Robbo and Raven.
Shit Shit Shit.
Robbo froze in place and tried to disappear into ground beneath him. This
was possibly the worst case, maybe barring walking into an ambush themselves.
Robbo looked slowly to where Major Raven lay, and wished he could read his
mind right now. He then scanned back to the approaching enemy and waited
for Major Raven to make the first move.
Raven's knuckles whitened as he gripped the handle of the Bowie knife. He forced himself to loosen his grip, as he slowly turned to Cpl Robinson, and placed a finger across his lips. Damn. In another hour, the ambush would have been in place, and they would have had the upper hand. He quickly reviewed their options. If they stayed hidden, the soldiers might walk right past them, without their being spotted. But if this was a recon element for a larger main force, they could be surrounded and cut off. If they fired now, they would have the element of surprise. But if there were reinforcements, they would be on them within minutes. And if the tried to run, they would be cut down before they got very far.
Raven decided that their best bet was to try to stay out of sight, and hope that the enemy soldiers would walk right past them. With a little luck, they would be able to tail them, and set up a hasty ambush when they stopped. If they stopped. Raven hoped that they wouldn't stumble upon the militia at the rally point. As green as they were, they would probably open up on the first man they spotted. Damn. If they had gotten here an hour earlier, the ambush would have been in place and they would have had the advantage. He tried to make himself more invisible, and prayed that luck was on their side.
None of the options were very appealing. Raven decided to stay put, and try to stay out of sight. Maybe the could quietly trail behind the soldiers, and set up a hasty ambush when they stopped. If they stopped. He prayed that the soldiers wouldn't stumble onto the militia at the rally point. As green as they were, they would likely open fire. This situation could get terminal in a hurry.
Robbo froze in place and tried to disappear into ground beneath him. This
was possibly the worst case, maybe barring walking into an ambush themselves.
Robbo looked slowly to where Major Raven lay, and wished he could read his
mind right now. He then scanned back to the approaching enemy and waited
for Major Raven to make the first move.
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8 MAY 2003 / 2141 hours
A few tense seconds later, the lead group of persons racing from the west were nearly upon Raven and Robbo. Only the discipline of professional soldiers kept each man low and silent in the night as 3 men rushed directly at their position from the west. The MAJ and CPL took in only a minimum of details as the trio stormed past them and into the night. Raven particularly exercised supreme control as he choked back a shriek -- one of the men had stomped on his left hand on the way by. It hurt like Hell, but at least the man kept running.
He had to. They were not just being followed, they were being chased. The first group was unarmed, as far as either Raven or Robbo could see, and the second group was in hot pursuit, following now at perhaps 50 meters. The "hunted" seemed to be gaining a lead on the "hunters".
Twelve seconds later the pursuers, a pair in military gear, and armed with M16s, passed Raven and Robbo, and then stopped a mere 10 meters east (behind) them. Noise further east / behind Robbo and Raven would suggest that the pursuers are still moving at high speed. The pursuers breathily whisper a few words...
Without warning, one of the pair nearby cut loose with an M16 on full-auto, not the neat 3-round bursts of the M16A2, but rather the tearing sound of a near-continuous stream of 20-25 rounds ripping the night like some Biblical altar cloth being rent in two...
Brrrrrrrt.... brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt
Hot brass came tumbling from the sky, settling on Robbo's back and neck. Thankfully the casings rolled right off, precluding any noisy attempt by the Aussie to rid himself of them. If MAJ Raven didn't yelp when that guy trampled him, there was no way Robbo would flinch at a little blister.
As Robbo waited, cursing inside his head at the pain of the hot brass, he
scanned the area where the two groups had come from, checking silently for
any more people pursuing, but perhaps with a little more skill than
enthusiasm, especially compared to the first group. But one thing was for
sure, he was glad he had the advantage of NVG's on this patrol.
[ooc]
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Elsewhere....
[PVT White](over radio)
Then to the rest of the team:
"Orders are orders. Heft that Pig, Jimmy. We're outta here."
[ooc] (unoriginal codes)
Raven had bitten his tongue to keep from yelling in pain. He watched as the fleeing soldiers ran down the trail. He slowly laid down the Bowie knife, and eased his hand to the trigger of the M21, in anticipation of being discovered. The pursuing soldiers stopped almost on top of them, and opened fire.
Now they were in trouble. The militiamen back at the rally point had undoubtedly heard that, and were already moving out, back to the camp. He and Robbo's asses were hanging out alone, with no backup. Shit. I haven't even been here 24 hours yet, he thought, and I'm in deep kimchi already. My mother was right, she always said I'd come to a bad end.
So who were the good guys, and who were the bad guys? His gut told him that the pursuing soldiers were probably the enemy, but how to be sure? He couldn't very just stand up and say, "Hey guys, are you with Col Stryfe?" But that burst could have cut down innocent men, and he would have just sat and watched. Damn it, he hated this crap. Iraq had been easy, it was simple to tell who was who. Why couldn't all wars be like that? But if you take the King's coin, you don't get to pick what wars you fought in.
He slowly readied his rifle. As long as the pursuers were right in front of them, he would wait and watch. If he got any confirmation that his instincts were right, he'd cut them down before they knew what hit them. He trusted that Cpl. Robinson would follow his lead. And if they moved out of range he'd try to follow them. He wished they'd kept the radio, they couldn't let the camp know what was going on. By doctrine, they should make their way back to camp, assemble a reaction force, and return. But that meant breaking contact, and he wasn't about to lose sight of these guys. If the camp got hit again, he'd never forgive himself. Damn it all to hell. Why couldn't he get a few GOOD choices for a change?
RB Winter Camp
Having found the CO awake and CPL Robinson with him, an uneasy Berger delivered his hard news.
various times....
CP / Nature Center
3/103 Camp
RB Winter State Park
Woods outside RB Winter Park
Please use the following map location on the GTM for the location of the enemy activity which prompted the scout. (I referred to 2 different locations in earlier posts and this is the correct one.)
NW of "TUSCARORA FM", a peak labelled "X1983". This peak is approx. 1.6 km from RB Winter.
Woods outside RB Winter Park
OK, we'll say ambush at the bend in Brush Hollow Rd, just west of the intersection of McCall Dug Rd from the north. The RP is right at the convenient B in "BALD EAGLE". Bet you've never had such squirrely map coords....
back at the Aid Station...
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He held the wanted poster in his hand looking at the images of swastika's, the slurs, the Mossad references. It all seemed so absurd, not worth the paper it was printed on. What a bunch of crap he thought. Yet Sherman knew it was true, not the Nazi BS, but the fact that he was a wanted man... a common criminal. He had indeed committed a crime. John Sherman was a deserter. He had left his unit.
"I thought so for a while, and Tina, I mean SPC Yates, just confirmed it. I'm about 12 weeks..."
He didn't know what to do or say. He just looked at her, the whole situation was awkward to the extreme. When he had first met Hannah at Bryn Mawr he did not think anything of her, she was just another student at the college. But over time she had proved to be a valuable asset to the MP company. So much so, that she and Major Martigen, the unit commander and his good friend, developed a relationship. Since Jack Martigen had died of cholera, Sherman had felt protective of the diminutive Israeli. He liked Hannah, but it was his secret. For whenever he thought about her he felt he betrayed both Jack and his wife. He was careful never to show any hint of his feelings towards Hannah.
Please use the following map location on the GTM for the location of the enemy activity which prompted the scout. (I referred to 2 different locations in earlier posts and this is the correct one.)
NW of "TUSCARORA FM", a peak labelled "X1983". This peak is approx. 1.6 km from RB Winter.
Woods outside RB Winter Park
OK, we'll say ambush at the bend in Brush Hollow Rd, just west of the intersection of McCall Dug Rd from the north. The RP is right at the convenient B in "BALD EAGLE". Bet you've never had such squirrely map coords....
Rally Point approx 1.6 km W by SW of Camp
Weather: dark and drizzling and dreary
Ambush site
W of Intersection of McCall Dug and Brush Hollow Trail
Weather: dark and drizzling and dreary
Ambush site
W of Intersection of McCall Dug and Brush Hollow Trail
Weather: dark and drizzling and dreary
It would appear that neither group has spotted you. I'm saying east = behind, since you were observing them coming from the west, and probably won't risk shifting just yet. If you wish to keep either / both groups under visual observation, say so. It'll be an action, and obviously might risk noise and detection.
"Colt, this is Winchester. Colt, this is Winchester. Divorced. Towering inferno. Gramma Moses. Rounding Third... Winchester out."
Colt = Wu @ 3/103
Winchester = Scout Team
Divorced = Team is split / seperated
Towering inferno = taking fire
Gramma Moses = unseen enemy
Rounding Third = Heading for Home....
