The gunfire stops as a sandstorm nears. I hide behind a rock. I look over my radio, desperately looking for the problem. A round is logged into the side of my SINCGARS. Everything will be ok. I try to stop myself from panicking. No air support. No contact with command. I look over the rock, watching as the militia run for the hills. No one will be able to find us when that strom hits. I sigh. We got to get out of here, get back to Hunn.
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