“And tank. Rio runs from the old French soldier’s hut followed by Cole. Liefer is standing up in the jeep scanning the road ahead as a hazy dawn picks out details of the surrounding countryside. No tank is in sight, but there’s a sound, a sound Rio has heard before but only from friendly tanks during training. It’s the sound of a barely muffled engine, punctuated by occasional backfires, the grinding of gears, and an unmistakable rapid metallic clank-clank-clank-clank-clank of treads. “What’s that sound like to you?” Liefer snaps at Cole and Garaman. “Sounds like tanks, Lieutenant,” Garaman says, shooting a meaningful look at Cole. “And not far off.” They are the professionals, the sergeants; they share something that does not include Lieutenant Liefer, still less Private Rio Richlin. “Okay,” the lieutenant says. “I’m scouting forward, see what I can see. Cole, deploy your squad. Garaman, send a runner back to the captain and Lieutenant Helder. And get the rest of Fifth Platoon into de...fensive position.”MoreLessShow More Show Less
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