3.Ranger Captain Huntington, the base intelligence officer, or G-2, was winding down the last of his four Knute Rockne-like pep talks to the seated Marines dressed in utilities. He didn’t have the super-jock build, extreme crew cut, or hard-ass, no-BS expression of the typical Ranger. No; he was short, thinly built, and almost effeminate-looking. But he wore that kind of super-confident, almost arrogant facial expression of a young West Point officer, or at the very least a graduate of Princeton, Harvard, or one of the other Ivy League schools. And, for sure, McKenna figured instead of being a jock in high school like most Special Forces types, Huntington had probably been a member of the cheerleading squad.
Whoa. McKenna silently chastised himself, realizing that was undoubtedly a rash a
