BeirutT
hey’d been spinning their wheels most of the night in the Commodore Hotel suite that was beginning to look and smell like a field command post. Lots of vague notions and what-if scenarios had been proposed and dissected. All seven of the official and unofficial members of the ad hoc mission team made speculations but there were no solid ideas developed. Detailed planning was practically impossible without some idea of where Shake was—which for all they knew might be anywhere in Lebanon. About the only practical outcome of the first marathon skull session was a list of equipment they might need on a rescue mission.
The Marine Security Guard detachment at the American Embassy had some of the required gear including specialty small arms, flash-bang devices, and riot control gas gren
