“Quiet Rover this is Red Rover,” the GreenMan answered. “The Star-Spangled Banner is over. Play ball. Over. Out.”
“L-T,” Doc whispered after the transmission.
Brooks looked at the medic. He did not look good. He looked worse than most of the others. “What’s up, Doc?” Brooks said trying to lighten his mood.
Doc shook his head slowly and said, “L-T, this a suicide mission. Aint none of us gonna come back we cross that river again.”
“Doc,” Brooks said soothingly yet with encouragement, “we’ve got Charlie Company two klicks west. They’ll move in at dawn. Bravo’s two and a half klicks east but they’re tightening down right now. They’ll NDP less than two klicks from our objective. Recon’s on the side of 606 squeezing down. They’ll be two klicks away. Those dudes in Delta are right above us,
