John looked out from his foxhole, quite concerned about the rockets, as they were a first for him. He had neither witnessed a launch nor seen the effects afterwards.
Two back-to-back explosions, mere seconds apart, sounded on a hilltop about a mile away from the First Platoon’s location. The detonations were much louder than artillery, even from that distance. A light flickered on the horizon, the bright glow on that hilltop growing as the seconds ticked away. Suddenly, the first of several artillery rounds landed in the valley, six-hundred or so meters away, near the suspected rocket launchers. There were no secondary explosions and the fire mission terminated after three salvos into that area.
A loud whisper startled John, “Sergeant, the L-T wants you to meet him on top of the hill.”
