“Gunny this is—” “You can’t be serious—” Peter shut the door firmly behind himself and raised a hand to forestall the jumble of simultaneous voices. It took a few seconds, but the assembled soldiers of ‘the unit’ trailed off and he could get a word...
someone behind him muttered. Peter didn’t bother to turn, nor did he say anything. The last several hours had been hard on everyone, and the weekend warriors he was stuck with were barely holding it together. A few, technically, weren’t. He knew there was only so much gung-ho by-the-book bull...