Joined: 29 Aug 2011 Posts: 57 Location: North Africa
Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 12:09 am Post subject:
"I'll meet you over there" Jack replied then went back to the laundry line to pick up his writing equipment. Since he already wrote part of letter home it didn't take him long to finish. "It's never a good sign when I am told that I should write a letter home" he thought, walking to his tent.
After packing he went back out and noticed Thomas was kicking his ball around. Jack checked his watch and frowned. He need to go meet Troy and Sorrison. He threw Thomas a reassuring smile before heading over to where he was supposed to be. Jack always made it a point to be places on time if he could. _________________ "Shall we spread a little alarm and despondency?" ~S2:E9
Troy walked into the command tent to find Jack Moffitt his second in command waiting with Captain Sorrisson looking over a map that was spread over a table made of empty crates with a board on top. Coming to a stop he came to attention and waited to acknowledged.
“Sgt. Troy reporting sir” he said saluting smartly
Sorrisson looked up from the map in annoyance Troy might be one of the best at what he did out there, but by god he could be a royal pain in the ass as well. Being a LRDP squad demanded very special men. Tough, dependable and as fearless as they came, able to make decisions on their own in the worst of situations, Troy and his team were at the top of the heap. Sorrisson returned the salute and gestured Troy to come over and look at the map.
“You took your damned sweet time Sergeant.”
“Sorry sir I had to locate my men and make sure our equipment would be ready to go by 0400 as ordered sir.”
Sorrisson nodded., and pointed at the map “It seems that Rommel has decided to try another tact in getting supplies to his deep desert locations. He’s going to fly them in. In order to do so he‘s ordered a strip to be here…”
The captain pointed to an area well behind current German lines. “There’s a shallow rock shelf that runs long this ridge, it will allow planes to land and take off. With a little work it can be turned into an operational landing strip, giving the enemy a very large advantage in this area and if that happens most likely all of North Africa will fall to them.’
Troy studied the map and the area that Sorrinson indicated before nodding “What do you need us to do?”
‘You are to get in there and see just how far they’ve gotten with their endeavor, take out as much heavy equipment as you can as well wreck as much havoc as you can on their progress, before beating back behind our lines. You need to buy us enough time and info for us to hit the area from the air and convince them that their idea isn’t such a good one after all. Requisition what you need I want you gone by 0400.”
Troy exchanged glances with Moffett, “Any intell on what resistance we can expect sir?”
“I expect they’ll be reasonably staffed, at least two watch towers were seen in the last fly over we did of that area about a week ago, as well as machine gun emplacements on either end of the strip. Believe me this is not going to be a picnic for you Sergeant. As an extra it seems that your friend Capt. Dietrich has been put in charge of security of the facility. Any questions?"
Troy sighed and exchanged glances with Moffitt, he expected as much anything they were sent out on was inherently dangerous with a potential of either one or all of them not coming back throwing Dietrich into the mix just made things a little more exciting. "Sir, if I may ask what do we need a 18 year old German POW with us for?."
Sorrison smiled "Seems that your little friend was Dietrich's pet project, the kidi has been in the area before, know's the site where the base was to be built. G2 seems to think he can provide some good intell on site and not some small kind of distraction for Dietrich." the captain folded the map carefully and handed it to Troy, "I strongly suggest you and your men get some sack time and hot chow, it may be sometime before you see either in any quantity again. Now, if there's nothing else. . .dismissed."
Sgts Troy and Moffitt came to attention and saluted in unison and headed for the mess hall, Troy consulted his watch fifteen-thirty enough time to get something to eat, maybe a beer and an actual eight uninterrupted hours of rack time.
Sorrison watched two men depart, and shook his head Troy and Moffitt were his two best men. Troy although head strong and defiant of any restrictions put on him in the shape of orders, was a natural leader and had incredible instinct for this type of slash and burn fighting, Moffitt was a great stabilizer for Troy's hard headedness, his cool, calm way of making decisions reined in Troy's wild streak. As the two men walked through the flaps of the tent he whispered after them "Good Luck gentlemen."
Joined: 30 Aug 2011 Posts: 94 Location: North Africa
Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 10:32 am Post subject:
After waiting for what seemed hours, Thomas was grateful that he had brought his football out. The more minutes that passed, the more Thomas forgot why he was there. Again the football was possessing his attention and Thomas cared very little for anything else going on. This all stopped when Troy and Moffitt exited the tent.
Thomas looked to Moffitt for any sign of what to do, but after recieving little instruction, Thomas knew to expect nothing else. Just what had he been made to pack for? Thomas looked to Troy and saw the grim expression and sighed.
"Troy," said Thomas to himself as he picked up the football and held it against him. "Er ist giftig und ich vertraue ihm nicht."
Seeing that nothing else was going to happen, Thomas went back to his tent and crawled onto his cot. Holding his football close, Thomas closed his eyes and fell asleep. It wasn't very restful though, as Thomas was plagued repeatedly with dreams that shook him to the core. The one that Thomas would remember the most involved Dietrich, the one who had saved him.
Opening his eyes and seeing that it was now dark out, Thomas shivered and pulled his blanket closer. Whatever was going to happen, it wouldn't be good, but what could he do? He didn't have any options and as it seemed, he was still just a pawn in the military, no matter which country had him.
~ _________________ Characters: Hauptmann Dietrich, Pvt Thomas Hartmann, Hauptsturmführer Erich Wiesenland, Hauptmann Arnulf Rosenthal, and Rudy the lizard.
Chow had be as expected bland and luke warm, but better than MRE's at any rate, the coffee was hot, thick and bitter, strong enough to stand a spoon in you could almost chew it. Troy sat at a table by himself not really seeing the other men that moved arouond him. He had a bad feeling about this mission, something just didn't sit right with it, and when he got this feeling things usually went to hall in a hand basket pretty damn quick. He massaged his temples, a headache was building already, to top things off he was still dealing with the broken rib from the attack a week ago, he had gotten Tully to wrap them tightly, but it was still painful to move, he would just have to deal with it and hope it would not inhibit his actions. He drained the last of the coffee from the tin cup and headed to do a final check on equipment and supplies.
Tully secured the last of the twenty gallon water canisters to the outside of his jeep, with extral fuel, ammo, explosives, and various other bits and pieces such as parts for the jeep and weapons, you could barely squeeze in another crumb let alone three men, in Hitchs jeep rode the same as well as first aid supplies and replacement parts for the radio not that they would be using it except in extreme emergency.
Hitch looked up from under hood of his jeep, the carborator had been giving them problems intermittently and the vehicle had almost left he and Troy stranded while in the middle of a patrol, but he had finally found the problem a small hole had been causing the engine to loose compression and in turn stalling out at the most inopportune times.
Slamming the hood shut he wandered over to where Tully was just finishing up. The two of them had worked together so long that they didnt need words to communicate their concern about this mission and both men had felt for the the first time in a long time apprehension, it wasn't that they didnt trust Troy to get them through this, hell the Sarge had pulled their tails out of more cracks than they cared to think about, risking his own life more often than not to do so, they trusted the man with their lives and loyalty without hesitation but they too were picking up on the unease their leader felt and it worried them, never before had Troy told them to write home before they went out on a mission. Sure they knew that there was always a good chance of one of them not coming back on any given mission and that was accepted as part of being a soldier, but being told to write a letter meant that Troy felt there was a more than good chance one or more of them would be going home in a flag drapped pine box. For once the battle hardened commandos were worried and that ramped up the danger ten fold.
Joined: 30 Aug 2011 Posts: 94 Location: North Africa
Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:51 pm Post subject:
This time, when Thomas slept during the later part of the evening, his unease gave way to pleasantry and he imagined himself on a grand pitch back in Bavaria. He recognised the stadium at once and rejoiced.
"Ich liebe mein Fußball!" he exclaimed in his dream.
Someone approached him whom he did not immediately recognise, but the jersey and emblem spoke volumes. The older man grinned at him, then passed the ball over. The man spoke kindly to him and urged him closer, "Näher heran!"
There was no need to ask him again! Thomas returned the ball and eagerly followed the older Bavarian where they engaged in a playful match, during which Thomas brought his football close to his chest and began muttering the various techniques he was practicing. A smile resided on his face.
"Du bist nicht wertlos," said the man as he put his arm around Thomas's shoulder. "Du hast viel Kraft und weiß, dass du wirst ein großer Fußballer werden einen Tag."
"Danke," replied Thomas, beaming from ear-to-ear. "Ich bin Thomas, Thomas Hartmann. Und Sie?"
The man grinned. "Bröcker."
~ _________________ Characters: Hauptmann Dietrich, Pvt Thomas Hartmann, Hauptsturmführer Erich Wiesenland, Hauptmann Arnulf Rosenthal, and Rudy the lizard.
"Hitchcock, Pettigrew, I thought I said get some rack time when you were done here." Troy said as he approached the two jeeps sitting side by side. The two drivers looked up from where they say under the shade talking quietly. "Hey Sarge, just couldn't sleep, too much thinkin' about the mission." Hitch replied as he climbed to his feet, Tully doing the same.
"Stop worrying, it's a mission just like any other mission, you worry about whats coming and it'll meet you head on sooner or later, no get some rack time. . .that's an order." Troy said firmly but he couldn't keep the undertone of concern from his voice. Tully rolled the ever present matchstick from one corner of his mouth to the other and exchanged glances with Hitch. "Come on he said heading in the direction of their shared tent "Sarge is right no sense worrin' about it, if there's a bullet with your name on it there aint nothin' you can do to avoid it any way."
Troy shook his head at the lanky Tennessee natives logic, "Just get some chow and then get some rack time oh-four hundred we're on the move."
The dark haired Sergeant followed his own advice and headed for his rack. In side he laid his bush on the desk and stretched out on the army cot that was his, noting that Moffitt's was still empty.
Joined: 30 Aug 2011 Posts: 94 Location: North Africa
Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 10:51 am Post subject:
When Moffitt came back to the tent, he didn't have much to say at all. His thoughts were still preoccupied on the mission that they were going on and the concerns of the young German that he had unwittingly befriended and gained the trust of. What scared him was how much Thomas trusted him. Thomas was a German and therefore technically and by all right, the enemy. However, with that youthful face and an attitude of curiosity and eagerness to play football, Moffitt was struggling to see him as the enemy.
As he went to his cot, he passed by Troy. He asked quietly, "Just what are the odds on Thomas making it in the mission?"
He hadn't meant to ask the question so bluntly, nor ask something so uncharacteristic, but he felt the question needed to be asked. If anything, Moffitt wanted to be able to distance himself from the kid, to avoid becoming attached and seeing him as a younger brother rather than the enemy.
The mission was all that needed to be cared about, not some German footballer hopeful. Moffitt sat in his bunk, looking more tired than he ought and he finally stretched out on it and gazed up at the roof, hardly able to utter another word. He hoped that he'd manage at least a couple hours of sleep.
~ _________________ Characters: Hauptmann Dietrich, Pvt Thomas Hartmann, Hauptsturmführer Erich Wiesenland, Hauptmann Arnulf Rosenthal, and Rudy the lizard.
The sound of the tent flap moving brought Troy to instant alertness, two years in the African desert had taught him how to sleep very lightly. It also taught him how to wake without giving away the fact that he was indeed awake. Keeping his breathing slow and even he listened for a moment as the sounds of someone moving around the tent became clearer. AFter a moment he realized that it was Moffitt.
He was a little startled by the 2IC's question, what were the chances of the young german surviving? What where the chances of you any of the surviving long enough to get home?
Rolling on his side he propped his head on his right hand. "What are the chances? About the same as any of us surviving any of these missions, may be a little better considering we need him to get into that area. He should know the layout pretty well he was Dietrich's pet after all. Once we're done he's just another German POW." Troy knew he sounded cold and indifferent to Thomas's plight but he could not afford to have any feelings good or bad about the young man. It was his job and his alone to get the team HIS team through this mission alive no matter what it cost, be it Thomas' life or his own.
Troy checked his watch in the streamer of moonlight that had wiggled its way through the gap between the tent flaps, it oh-thirty, just after midnight, enought time to get a couple more hours of sleep before wake up at oh three hundred. "Get some sleep Moffitt." he said curtly as he rolled back pulling the thin blanket higher up on his shoulders, desert nights got damned cold.
Joined: 30 Aug 2011 Posts: 94 Location: North Africa
Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 8:48 am Post subject:
The statement of Thomas being nothing more than a German POW was indeed cold, but well-understood. It wasn't like Moffitt to become attached to anyone, let alone a German. Perhaps the desert was getting to him. It was probable at least, with the constant thrust into battle, the narrow-escapes, and the ever-present knowledge that their next mission might be their last. Moffitt didn't dare to bring up the fact that when he slept at night, machine gun fire stole his dreams.
"You understand my reason for asking, don't you Troy?" Moffitt asked, trying his best to hide the real reason for his inquiry. "The German is pretty clever and I believe that if we are honest with him, he'll be honest with us. If we try to trick him, it could be disasterous for all."
He wasn't keen on Troy's choice wording. "Pet" and "Dietrich" didn't sound like a very accurate description of this at all, but perhaps Troy knew more than he did, so Moffitt shrugged it off and allowed his commander some sleep whilst he tried to find some rest as well.
When it came time to wake up the young German, Moffitt tried to be as curt about it as possible. There was a good chance that Thomas would be killed in this, and Moffitt feared how much his death would shake his already rattled nerves. The kid had been the first real sign of hope from the other side that Moffitt had seen.
Thomas came willingly, though his eyes read curiosity and concern. Yet, despite the uncertainty of what was being asked of him, Thomas followed faithfully. When they got to the jeeps, Moffitt had Thomas rest in the front seat whilst he climbed into the back. He noted how much Thomas was shivering and frowned.
"Are you cold?"
"Ja," Thomas stammered, quickly rubbing his arms. "Mir ist sehr kalt."
From his pack he took out his football and clutched it to his chest. His eyes brightened a little with this familiarity and his shivering lessened. Moffitt was intrigued. Maybe the German wasn't so cold after all and was just scared. But weren't they all to some degree?
Thomas suddenly blurted, "I wonder what Hauptmann Dietrich would think of this."
Moffitt looked at him sharply, noting Troy's presence close-by. He asked, "What do you mean?"
"Dietrich, he risked a lot to give me to the Allies. When I was still with his unit and I had been beaten by those other soldiers, he cared for me, watched over me. It was like having a big brother that I could look up to. He even called me by my first name." Thomas shivered again and looked sick. "I just wonder what he'd think if he knew I was heading back into battle."
He looked at Troy and said, still in German, "I know that's where we're going. Why else would I be here?"
Moffitt looked at Troy and said simply, "He knows."
~ _________________ Characters: Hauptmann Dietrich, Pvt Thomas Hartmann, Hauptsturmführer Erich Wiesenland, Hauptmann Arnulf Rosenthal, and Rudy the lizard.
Troy shivered slightly and zipped his jacket closed around his neck as he stepped out from Sorrinsons tent, he was convinced the man never slept. He had reported in to check for any further intell updates, there had been none.
As he approached the jeeps shrouded in shadow he could just make out Hitch and Tully sitting patiently in their respective drivers seats, engines idling softly, and the figures of Moffitt and the young german climbing into the vehicle, he had been a little stung by Moffits words last night about tricking Thomas into helping him, he had no intention of doing so, prefering to deal square with those that fell under his command whether permanent or TDA, his gut instinct told him that the kid was exactly what he appeared, an innocent caught up in a game that he was not ready to play.
Trust was a big part of what kept them alive, knowing that you could count a the man that had your back to do his job. They were a tight knit group, had to be inorder to do what they did so well, and the introduction of an unknown, made Troy nervous, he couldn't shake the feeling of a gun being aimed at his back.
Coming around the front of the jeeps he could hear Thomas speaking sofly to Moffit in German, soccer ball clutched tightly, reminding him for a moment very much of David his brother when their father had died, he had clung to a stuffed dog he called Rufus their father had brought back from a trip like a drowning man clung to a lifepreserver. Catching Moffitt eye while Thomas chatted on, he gave a significant look at the soccer ball, as much as he hated to take that security away, he wanted the ball to stay here.
He started to turn away but then his ears caught Dietrich's name, although he spoke little german he understood certain words quite well, the infamous Captain's name being one of them. Turning back to regard his 2IC and Thomas, his 'game face' as Hitch called it was in place, a stone expression and cold eyes, studied the two men as they continued to talk in german a few moments longer, and then Moffitt had given him a typical Moffitt look, eyebrow quirked and said "He knows."
Troy nodded and looked at Thomas "You do your job and we all might make it out of this alive, your Captain included."
Turning around he climbed in to the seat next to Hitch, who was sitting clamly blowing bubbles, watching the by play between the two Sergeants.
"Everything okay Sarge?" the blond driver asked casually popping another bubble as he depressed the clutch and shifted into drive, his right foot still resting on the break.
"Yeah, about as right as it gets with mission," Troy looked at the young private, readingunease in his eyes. 'Relax Hitch, and Let's shake it, I want to be in Kraut territory before the sun comes up."
Lifting his foot from the clutch and break, Hitch let the jeep roll quietly toward the gates, both to arouse a whole lot of attention and to avoid disturbing the sleeping men in the various tents
Joined: 30 Aug 2011 Posts: 94 Location: North Africa
Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 6:30 pm Post subject:
Moffitt inhaled deeply upon Troy's look at the football. He had recalled Troy saying that it stays behind, but now that Thomas was holding onto it as though his life depended on it, Moffitt wasn't eager at having to get it away. However, perhaps such a trust had formed between him and Thomas that it wouldn't be as bad.
Waiting for a pause, Moffitt gently spoke, "The ball needs to be here. Entschuldigung."
Thomas looked down at the ball and shook his head. "Nein. Ich kann nicht."
"It's all right, you'll be able to get it back," said Moffitt, immediately adding in his thoughts, "I hope." He smiled a little and offered his helping hand, "Here, you can give it to me."
Thomas shivered and looked at Moffitt, his eyes reading that he still trusted him greatly. Reluctantly, Thomas parted with the ball and watched as Moffitt lightly rolled it towards one of the tents. Everyone knew who the ball belonged to and so leaving it here would be a sign that Thomas had disappeared. Moffitt hoped this wouldn't come back to harm the kid, that is, if he came back at all.
Moffitt translated what Troy said to Thomas, who suddenly turned pale and looked even more frightened. The young German sank into his seat and shivered lightly. All Moffitt could do was look at Troy, feeling helpless. It never bothered him before, upsetting a German, but with Thomas, it was different.
He was glad when they finally proceeded into the desert.
~ _________________ Characters: Hauptmann Dietrich, Pvt Thomas Hartmann, Hauptsturmführer Erich Wiesenland, Hauptmann Arnulf Rosenthal, and Rudy the lizard.
The moon sitting low in the sky laid a ribbon of silver-white across the dunes as the two jeeps roared along a well defined road that headed southeast toward the invisible line that defined Allied and German "Territory". Closing his eyes Troy pulled up mental map of the area and their destination some hundred miles into German territory.
The Rats had an assigned patrol area that covered several hundred miles of desert, within which they had established what was referred to as Rat's Nest's. Well hidden wadi's where they had stashed emergency rations, fuel, water, first aid, ammo and various other bits and pieces to repair jeeps the big fifties rode on them. They would reach the reach the first of these "Nests" around noon and would hole up there until it cooled enough to travel again.
Troy hated moving at night and risking a broken axle or worse but it could not be helped, they had a lot of ground to cover and not a lot of time to do it in and so they pushed hard for the next eight hours, pausing only to refuel from the tanks they carried. This close to the front they were not likely to run into any patrol's.
The sun climbed high over the baked land, Troy wiped the sweat that rolled down his forehead on his sleeve and glanced back over his shoulder at the following jeep. The kid sat in the front seat next to Tully and although he could not see Thomas' face clearly he knew the kid was terrified, and he regreted instilling more fear in the boy, but he wanted it absolutely clear to both Thomas and Moffitt that the mission came before any of them, if five deaths meant that five hundred survived that was what counted, but he would do everything in his power to keep from losing any of them, even a young german soldier who only wanted to play soccer. That included sacrificing himself if it came to that.
He turned his thoughts to his other concern, despite his warning, Moffitt was obviously becoming attached to the kid, like a big brother of sorts. Troy sighed and rubbed his forehead, he did not need this complication.
The sudden rocking of the jeep pulled the dark haired man from his thoughts, they had made the first 'Nest'. Pulling the jeeps deep into what was commonly known in the US as an Arroya, Troy hopped out and instructed Tully and Hitch to stretch the cammo netting across the tops of the jeeps, effectively hiding them prying airborne eyes, and providing shade at the same time. Unpacking bedrolls and MRE's the small camp was set up quckly. Troy called out watch rotation, he would take first, then Moffit, Hitch and Tully, this afforded the two drivers maximum rest time. Climbing to a shadowy niche that afforded good cover while allowing him to see in a two hundred and seventy degree arc, Troy called back over his shoulder. "Oh and Moffitt, permission to brew up." he said with a grin settling in to place against the moderately cool rock, and settled in for the duration.
Joined: 30 Aug 2011 Posts: 94 Location: North Africa
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 2:05 pm Post subject:
Though it was cold, Thomas enthusiastically took in the cooler temperature, knowing that it wouldn't last. Then, as they continued travelling and the sun began rising, he let his eyes shut for a moment, then again, and again, until he finally let them stay shut.
They weren't needing him for anything.
None of the jarring could awaken Thomas as he slept. All the anxiety and fear over what was going on had taken its toll on his still recovering body. However, as the sun became hotter, Thomas found it almost impossible to sleep and opened his eyes.
The blinding sun caused Thomas to blink furiously and he gave a start. Was there something familiar about this place? Thomas had driven over much of the desert when attached with Dietrich's unit and he knew the roads well. Thomas shook his head and tried to think back to football.
If he couldn't play a match, watch a match, or even worry about one, he was going to at least dream about one. However, try as he might, his thoughts kept straying back to being in battle. Many times he had nearly died, and once was at the hands of a desert patrol. Thomas remembered vividly the panic he felt when he saw Dietrich's Kubelwagen take a hit with a grenade. Fortunately, his commander survived, though the driver did not.
Thomas tried to shake these thoughts and once more settled into his dreams.
Behind him, Moffitt kept his mind only on the task ahead. He didn't want to think about anything else. When they arrived at the nest, he lead Thomas over to a spot and had him just sit there. It took less than a minute for Thomas to be horizontal and well on his way to slumber. Moffitt wondered what his life had been like in the Reich, if he had truly been afforded this much sleep or if he was simply escaping his fears by running to pleasant dreams.
Moffitt grinned when he heard Troy give him permission to brew up. Eagerly he brought out his kit, though he through occasional glances at Thomas to see how he was doing. Thomas was still asleep, though breathing slightly heavy.
Clearing his throat, Moffitt asked, "What's our next move?"
~ _________________ Characters: Hauptmann Dietrich, Pvt Thomas Hartmann, Hauptsturmführer Erich Wiesenland, Hauptmann Arnulf Rosenthal, and Rudy the lizard.
Looking down from his OP Troy grinned a Cheshire Cat grin shook his head and laughed, "We get creative, take out the airstrip, and get back alive.' he threw a pointed looked at Thomas who was in the process of stretching out on a bedroll. "ALL of us. Now get some shut=eye it's going to be another long night."
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Tully slid down the embankment of the wadi and crept over to where Troy lay asleep, when about two feet away he stopped and crouched by the mans feet. Nobody in their right mind came close when waking the Sarge, he normally woke with weapon in hand, a trait that become habit thanks to the war.
"Sarge . . .hey Sarge" the private called softly so as to not wake the other sleeping men.
True to form Troy woke suddenly, sitting upright Thompson in-hand, before his eyes were fully open. "What is it Tully?" Troy asked laying the sub-machine gun across his legs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Seventeen-thirty Sarge,"
"Right, get everybody up and moving, then get yourself some chow, and cook up some coffee, we won't be seeing that again anytime soon. We move out in about thirty minutes. Tell Hitch to top off water and gas, then you two can bury everything again."
Tully nodded and walked over to where the other three men lay sleeping, nudging a foot with the toe of his boot until each of them stirred, then went to work lighting a small butane cooker they used to making coffee or in Moffitts' case tea. Pot in place he rummaged around in their stash to find an MRE that might somehow resemble food, finally coming up with chopped ham and eggs, some kind of stew, supposedly beef but Tully had his doubts on that front, and can of 'pork' and beans although normally beans it was a challenge to find the elusive slivers of pork. Tossing a can to Hitch and then to the young german, he settled down to consume his own in quick silent bites, as he passed on Troy's orders to Hitch.
Troy stooped and poured a cup of the mud Tully loosely called 'coffee', so thick it was almost a food group on its own. Walking over to his jeep, he sat the tin cup on the hood and pulled a map of the area, he had the majority of it committed to memory, but liked the visual aid when explaining ideas to his team. Studying it for a moment he called Moffitt over to discuss the next part of their journey.
Pointing an unmarked location on the map as Hitch and Tully trailed over their jobs done and the netting broken down, rolled and bungied to the hood of Tully's jeep. Troy glanced at the lanky Englishman and two privates, and then back at the map. "We're here' drawling a line with his fingertip he stopped at another unmarked spot and the location of another 'nest'. 'I want to make it here by oh-two hundred . . '
Hitch groaned he hated driving at night even with a full moon like it would be tonight it was still dangerous, moonlight could be deceiving, creating shadows, and indistinct forms and shapes among the dunes.
Troy glared at his driver "Can it Hitch, it is what it is. Now, once we're there we can lay up until dawn. From there we're about forty miles from the airstrip the Krauts are building." Pulling out a couple of aereal photos Troy pointed out watch towers and gun emplacements, along with the area that the heavy equipment was kept along the base of a sandstone formation. Outlining a plan to take out the equipment along with tower and guns. Placing explosives would be triicky and he opened the floor to discussion
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