Hero

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Shit. Only two minutes since the last time he looked.
The day was dragging on, Ari was sweating, and time itself was slowing down.
It was still 1315.
Ari had thought it was bullshit when the Sergeant used to talk about how he preferred any other kind of work—even urban assault—to covert OP duty. Ari was beginning to understand it. Not agree with it, mind, but understand it.
Unmoving, they lay under the camo cover like rounds in a clip, waiting. Or maybe more like rolls in an oven.
Ari always hated being crammed in. His universe had shrunk to the few centimeters from the kipmat under his sleeping bag to the underside of the tarp, maybe twenty centimeters over his face.
The day was heating up outside, and so was the space under the tarp. He lay in his sleeping bag, which was always unzipped, just in case he had to get out of it quickly. Metzada didn't expect you to be able to survive anything and everything, but the rule was that you were to die trying, their throats in your teeth, and
...not bagged and ready for delivery to a prisoner camp or a grave.MoreLess
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