Heavy Fire Afghanistan File

Hatch looked at his men. They were running low. Ammo pouches were flat. Faces were gray with dust and exhaustion. The sun was a white-hot eye glaring down at their funeral.

“Fix bayonets!” Hatch yelled.

For a second, the men looked at him like he was insane. A bayonet charge in a dry riverbed in the 21st century? But then they understood. They weren’t going to die crawling backward. They were going to die standing up. Heavy Fire Afghanistan