Heavy Fire Afghanistan ✓

“They’re flanking us!” yelled Sergeant Reyes, pointing to a dry irrigation ditch to the east. Hatch saw the black shadows of men sprinting, crouched low. They were wearing black tactical vests over traditional garb. Not farmers. Fighters.

“Thirty seconds!” the crew chief yelled over the intercom. Heavy Fire Afghanistan

“Miller! RPG!” someone shouted.

Hatch vaulted over the berm and ran straight into the teeth of the enemy. He fired his M4 from the hip, dropping one fighter, then another. He heard his men behind him, screaming primal, wordless roars. “They’re flanking us

“Suppress! Suppress!” Hatch roared, bringing his SAW up. Not farmers

“Outlaw! Follow me!”

To his right, Specialist Delgado was screaming into his radio, “Outlaw Actual, this is Outlaw 2-1! We are in the shit! Taking effective fire from north, east, and west! Request immediate danger close!”