Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Four
Major Tillman could tell by the reaction of the squad he’d been assigned that the men thought the tarp of the transport truck had been pulled open too early. It was still pretty dark out, partly because storm clouds now shrouded the eastern sky. At least it’d stopped raining.
His soldiers filed out towards a mess area established in an open lot behind the gas station. Tarps covered long rows of tables surrounding a central field kitchen which already emitted the smoke and scent of cooking food. The diurnal soldiers’ fear of the remaining night air would no doubt be offset by their certain hunger.
That and the adrenaline from being only partially briefed on the details of the operation they’d been rushed into. By the time they finished eating, a
