"Why aren't you in position?"
The Lazar stops twenty yards ahead of the other:
"The position is under fire and occupied."
"And where are you going?"
"Get to the combat zone. We need medics."
"How many wounded?"
"One, civilian."
"You have a civilian?"
"Yeah, in addition to the wounded, four more. Gas station attendants."
The silence continues for a few moments. The radio answers again:
"The numbers?" The lieutenant cannot hide the trepidation in his voice.
"Three."
"Sergeant Zoran?"
"Dead."
The lieutenant wipes the sweat. His soldiers, discontented torn from the battle, attentively follow the conversation. Apprehension for the convoy is great, they know that the lives of their comrades and the outcome of the battle depend on it. He strains his mind in search of the solution. T
