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.

“Load up,” he croaked. “We’re not done yet.” Heavy Fire Afghanistan

Hatch walked back to his SAW. He picked it up, the barrel still shimmering with heat. “They’re flanking us

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!” yelled Sergeant Reyes