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contact Willy Williams, so it's up to us to make a decision.”
“Okay, I would be proud to add you to the team, but you'll be number four in the pecking order around here. Me, Tom, and Kate outrank you, but if you don't have a problem with that, welcome.” John said.
Lowering his head, Holland replied, “I don't think I'm good enough to be a leader.”
“That's bullshit, Joshua, and deep down inside you know it.” John said and then added, “Ain't a leader alive today that hasn't lost people. I'd follow you and I know things happened out here we have no control over. The Russians are good soldiers and they have a technological advantage on us. Learn from it and move forward.”
Tom added, “John's right, you know?”
Raising his head, Josh said, “Maybe, but I need to think on this a spell.”
John said, “Tom, establish guards for the night, and I want us up and moving an hour before daylight.”
The night passed uneventfully and John was well rested when he awoke. While the rain had stopped, drops still fell from the limbs of trees and the area was covered in a dense fog.
“A warm front must have collided with a cooler one.” Tom said as he sharpened his knife.
“I want Kate on point this morning, because her eyes are the sharpest of the bunch. Have Margie bring up our rear.”
“What about Joshua?”
“He's useless for a week, most likely. I think he'll be preoccupied most of the time, reliving the ambush.”
Tom nodded.
Near noon, Kate returned, met John's eyes and whispered, “I have two Russian supply trucks and a smaller maintenance truck on a narrow macadam road, oh, maybe two hundred yards from here.”
“How many men did you see?”
“I counted an even half-dozen, which means a driver and guard per truck and two mechanics.”
“That's it?”
“Because of the road, I didn't circle them, but that's all I saw on this side and near the trucks. I didn't want them to see me if I crossed the road. I got a good look inside both trucks and they're carrying supplies.”
“Tom?”
“Yo?”
“Take Sandra and check it out. If there are only six of them, rig a claymore to blow into the largest number of men. If they're like most soldiers, they'll be gathered near the mechanics as they work, shooting the shit. Then, once you're ready, send Sandra back and we'll move forward.”
“Got it. Sandra, come with me.” Tom said then started moving.
While they were gone, John pulled out a map and looked the area over closely. The road eventually met another, and continued into Jackson. It was a county road, isolated, and from the marks on my map, not near any known Russian base or outpost.
A little later, Sandra returned, smiled and said, “Tom said for you to move forward. The mine is in position and he's ready.”
Turning to his folks, who were all near, he said, “Spread out and slowly move forward. Once in position, I'll give us a few minutes to get ready. If you have to toss a grenade, try like hell to avoid the trucks. We have no idea what's inside and we might need the gear. Once we shoot, run forward and overwhelm them. Any questions?” Most shook there heads, but he saw anger in Joshua's eyes. I hope he doesn't do something stupid , John thought, and then moved toward Tom.
When he neared Tom, he could see four of the Russians sitting on an open tailgate of a camouflaged Russian wrecker. They were drinking something from a bottle and he suspected it was vodka or alcohol of some sort. The remaining two men were standing on the front bumper of what an American soldier would call a deuce and a half truck. The hood was up and they had tools in their hands, obviously working on some part of the engine.
John gave everyone about three or four minutes to get ready. He knew some would pull extra magazines and others would remove tape holding the spoons down on their grenades. He grinned when he saw Margie attach a bayonet to her M-16. Rarely was the knife
“Okay, I would be proud to add you to the team, but you'll be number four in the pecking order around here. Me, Tom, and Kate outrank you, but if you don't have a problem with that, welcome.” John said.
Lowering his head, Holland replied, “I don't think I'm good enough to be a leader.”
“That's bullshit, Joshua, and deep down inside you know it.” John said and then added, “Ain't a leader alive today that hasn't lost people. I'd follow you and I know things happened out here we have no control over. The Russians are good soldiers and they have a technological advantage on us. Learn from it and move forward.”
Tom added, “John's right, you know?”
Raising his head, Josh said, “Maybe, but I need to think on this a spell.”
John said, “Tom, establish guards for the night, and I want us up and moving an hour before daylight.”
The night passed uneventfully and John was well rested when he awoke. While the rain had stopped, drops still fell from the limbs of trees and the area was covered in a dense fog.
“A warm front must have collided with a cooler one.” Tom said as he sharpened his knife.
“I want Kate on point this morning, because her eyes are the sharpest of the bunch. Have Margie bring up our rear.”
“What about Joshua?”
“He's useless for a week, most likely. I think he'll be preoccupied most of the time, reliving the ambush.”
Tom nodded.
Near noon, Kate returned, met John's eyes and whispered, “I have two Russian supply trucks and a smaller maintenance truck on a narrow macadam road, oh, maybe two hundred yards from here.”
“How many men did you see?”
“I counted an even half-dozen, which means a driver and guard per truck and two mechanics.”
“That's it?”
“Because of the road, I didn't circle them, but that's all I saw on this side and near the trucks. I didn't want them to see me if I crossed the road. I got a good look inside both trucks and they're carrying supplies.”
“Tom?”
“Yo?”
“Take Sandra and check it out. If there are only six of them, rig a claymore to blow into the largest number of men. If they're like most soldiers, they'll be gathered near the mechanics as they work, shooting the shit. Then, once you're ready, send Sandra back and we'll move forward.”
“Got it. Sandra, come with me.” Tom said then started moving.
While they were gone, John pulled out a map and looked the area over closely. The road eventually met another, and continued into Jackson. It was a county road, isolated, and from the marks on my map, not near any known Russian base or outpost.
A little later, Sandra returned, smiled and said, “Tom said for you to move forward. The mine is in position and he's ready.”
Turning to his folks, who were all near, he said, “Spread out and slowly move forward. Once in position, I'll give us a few minutes to get ready. If you have to toss a grenade, try like hell to avoid the trucks. We have no idea what's inside and we might need the gear. Once we shoot, run forward and overwhelm them. Any questions?” Most shook there heads, but he saw anger in Joshua's eyes. I hope he doesn't do something stupid , John thought, and then moved toward Tom.
When he neared Tom, he could see four of the Russians sitting on an open tailgate of a camouflaged Russian wrecker. They were drinking something from a bottle and he suspected it was vodka or alcohol of some sort. The remaining two men were standing on the front bumper of what an American soldier would call a deuce and a half truck. The hood was up and they had tools in their hands, obviously working on some part of the engine.
John gave everyone about three or four minutes to get ready. He knew some would pull extra magazines and others would remove tape holding the spoons down on their grenades. He grinned when he saw Margie attach a bayonet to her M-16. Rarely was the knife
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