Mad Mark said quietly, “we are sending out an ambush.”It was near dusk, and the lieutenant had his map spread out in the dirt in front of a foxhole. His squad leaders were grouped in a circle around him, watching where he drew Xs, taking notes. Mad Mark pointed at a spot on the map, circled it, and said, “We’ll be bushing this trail junction. Headquarters has some pretty good intelligence that Charlie’s in the neighborhood. Maybe we’ll nail him this time.”He drew two red lines on the map. “First Squad will set up along this paddy dike. Make sure the grenade launchers and machine guns aren’t bunched together. Okay, Second Squad lines up along this hedgerow. That way we form an L. We get Charlie coming either way. Third and Fourth Squads stay here tonight. I’ll lead the ambush myself.”He asked if there were questions, but the squad leaders were all experienced, and no one said anything.“Okay, good enough. We move out at midnight—maybe a little after. Make sure you bring enough Claymores.
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