The sky rippled. A familiar, terrifying sound.
“Fix bayonets!” Hatch yelled.
Miller tried to dive, but the grenade was a direct hit. The explosion was a fist of black smoke and red dust. When it cleared, Miller was gone. There was just a crater and a single, smoldering boot. Heavy Fire Afghanistan
Hatch walked back to his SAW. He picked it up, the barrel still shimmering with heat. The sky rippled
Ten minutes. They wouldn’t last ten minutes. The sky rippled. A familiar