CHAPTER 30
25 AUGUST 1970
Alpha slithered away from Campobasso, slithered into the still night like one long segmented snake seeking prey. The boonierats had risen from their slumber, stretched the cold exhaustion from their weary backs, lingered until prodded, pulled by Brooks at point. They glided east, moving with no signs of movement, concealed beneath the renewed ground mist. The NVA too were on the move.
Where are they? Brooks demanded of his mind. Where are the little people? Have they been going there? Basing there? Hiding there? What will they do when we …
His thoughts shattered as fire erupted 1200 meters east. Audio concealment, he told himself. The noise from the east increased. Small arms fire, AKs, RPGs, maybe an SKS. Return fire, frags, claymores, M-16s and 60s. Alpha co
