“I don’t really know,” FO said, “Like you figure, it probably follows the contours pretty close. If the dinks are moving heavy material, they’d a built the road as level as possible.”
“After we get out of range, have arty seal this thing off behind us. See if they’ll drop some rounds west of here right now.”
It was 1800 hours when Alpha began moving again. Garbageman was still at point, Smitty and Pop walked a double slack. Slowly, apprehensively, Garbageman stepped onto the road and into the dark corridor formed by the grass wall and the cliff. He scanned up and back. Fog limited visibility to under twenty meters. The pointman turned right and began moving. Carefully he checked the mountain wall which rose to his left. The slacks emerged from the grass eight feet behind point, they spli
