“We got any options?” Lt. Caldwell asked.
“Let’s get the f**k outa here,” Molino said.
“We’ve got seventy-five men times four directions of options,” Brooks said.
“Couldn’t we run for a ridgeline and call in air strikes?” Molino asked quietly.
“Sounds good to me,” Caldwell pressed.
“Okay,” Brooks snarled. “Option one. I don’t think the GreenMan’ll agree but we can get fast movers here ourselves. Option two? Anybody?”
“Perhaps,” Minh suggested, “if we call in enough artillery tonight, the enemy will leave this valley by tomorrow.”
“No way, José,” El Paso chuckled.
“We’re going after the knoll, aren’t we, L-T?” FO asked.
“That’s right.”
Molino injected, “Maybe you could get the artillery to level it, huh, Sir?”
“We’ll have artillery support,” FO assured them.
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