Hezbollah Compound, Beqaa Valley SouthT
hey’d been off-roading at a crawl without headlights for about a kilometer past the eastern outskirts of Anjar when Gunnery Sergeant Morty P wheeled the Toyota Tundra into the lee of a large sand dune and shut down the engine. “Show time,” he said and snapped off the dome lights so they wouldn’t illuminate when he opened the doors. In the back seat, Mike Stokey sat wedged between Sergeants Mike Zacker and Dale Hunter. They were wearing a hodgepodge of dark-colored civilian clothing, and every inch of exposed skin was darkened with a special non-reflective camouflage cream that came with the shipment of gear from Rota.
Outside the truck, they clustered on a knee to focus the night vision devices suspended before their eyes and test the AN/PRC-148 MB
