“We’ve got more this time. She says it will be a hit on us or the French or both. And she thinks it might be something involving a yellow truck.”
“And your response to something that vague would be to scatter the troops and dig in deeper down around the airport? I’m thinking that’s not the right move, Tom. It makes for an embarrassing image, you know? American Marines running for cover and all bunkered up. That’s Dien Bien Phu stuff. Not the kind of thing we need to do while the Lebanese Army is fighting for survival.”
“Mr. Fairborn…” Skaggs leaned across the desk and fixed the man with an icy glare. “I shouldn’t have to remind a former Marine officer about my obligation of force protection.”
“No—that’s quite right. You don’t need to remind me about something we both learned in OCS year
