been through the Urban Assault Team concept demonstrator, and if you were in Khafji or Beirut or Monrovia, youâve done as much of it as anybody in the Corps.â
Kohler turned the first sheet to a Magic Markered page. It bulleted HUMINT, Enemy Communication Intercepts, Visual Imagery, and Information Received Direct from Enemy. The bottom line was titled Flying Stones.
âMost intel work consists of looking for anomalies. Anomalies are abnormalities; items of data different from what you expect, or weird new shit you have no explanation for. One anomaly might be an error or a misunderstanding. When they pile up, you start looking for whatâs making that hump in the groundsheet.
âPutting the anomalies together, we think Saddamâs got some kind of weapon of mass destruction held back. Heâs using conventionally armed Scud-Cs against Saudi and Israel. This is something else, something he thinks is so big ânâ bad itâll stop us kicking his ass out of Kuwait.
âWe have a name. The Arabic translates as âFlying Stones.â We have a suspected location: in central Iraq, under the coverage of the Kari integrated air defense network. Based on that, CENTCOMâs handed us a âblackâ mission: find, identify, and localize it.â
He flipped the chart, and there was western Iraq.
âIâm going to read you the mission statement,â said the captain. Gault took out his notebook. So did the others. Kohler read slowly, so they could get it down. âOn order, UAT Reconstitute Twelve will insert into Iraq, link up with indigenous resistance, reconnoiter suspectednuclear/biological weapons site west of Baghdad, and squirt back targeting data before extraction. Mission has priority.â
He read it again, and one by one they put their pencils up to show they had it. The bare cinder-block space was about as quiet as Gault had ever heard a compartment full of marines. Like everything else the captain had said so far, the words meant more than they said. âMission has priority,â for example. That meant that whatever happened in Kuwait, whatever happened elsewhere in the war, theyâd stay till their mission was complete.
Kohler pointed in his direction, and he stood. âThis is Gunnery Sergeant Gault. Gunny Gault will be the team leader.â He pointed at another man. âSergeant Jacob Zeitner, assistant team leaderâ¦Sergeant Tony Vertierra, RTOâ¦Lance Corporal Fred Nichols, sniper and breach-course qualifiedâ¦Corporal Denny Blaisell, scout.â
Gault thought of telling him Nichols didnât go by Fredâhe hated his first nameâbut didnât. He just sat down again. The others did too, with a shuffle of feet, some dry-sounding coughs.
Kohler rolled his head to one side, as if to loosen up. âWeâll do patrol order, map study, and rehearsals over the next two days. The mission attachmentâs on his way. A navy Tomahawk targeter.â
âNavy, sir? You mean SEAL?â
âIâm afraid not. Weâll just have to do what we can to get him up to speed. Weâll do basic quick reaction drills and a shooting package, but donât expect too much. Heâs essential at the objective, though, so your jobâs to get him there.
âThis is about as short fuze as you can get. We have today, tonight, tomorrow, to train and plan. Then youâre climbing on the helo and executing.â
Gault finished writing two days prep phase in his book and closed it. He was evaluating what heâd heard, what hesaw on the map. The zigzag line, presumably a helo insert track, leading into Iraq.
The mission itself sounded infantry-proof. Go in. Link up. Find this thing, observe, identify, report, and return. Heâd been in Indian Country before. It could be dangerous, but only if they screwed up. Recon teams seldom did the Rambo-type, direct-action missions: snatching bodies, blowing up bridges. Going
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