“D22…21, are you sure you saw someone on the house you fired at?” Wynn asked on the radio.
He saw D22 moving. Soldiers had been constantly warned to only engage legitimate targets. Battlefields here were full of non-combatants. Since the enemy dressed indistinguishably from the population, it was easy to make a mistake. And a weapon like the .50 cal punched right through most houses. Hopefully Ulricht had fired at a real target.
“I know I saw someone,” Ulricht shouted on the net finally. Wynn heard defensiveness in his voice.
“How many?”
“Ah, pretty sure one.”
Cooke had gotten out of the truck and now stood over the scene. Kale could see Cooke’s face. The black man stared fiercely, pupils on fire, clinching his teeth. Halliburton approached Cooke. Streaks of tears stained Halliburton’
