Today’s excerpt is from Bullets
And Baseball, Book #6 of the nine-book Asps series. Asps, SIS, and SAS pull back after inflicting
major damage to al-Qaida camp. Enjoy and
have a great day.
m.j.
While
all that had been going on, Tony and his SAS men weren’t sitting idly by. As soon as the all clear had been given after
the last round of claymores were set off, those in Tony’s group had opened up. Initially, the terrorists weren’t sure where
all the fire was coming from. In time,
some realized where Bruce and his group were, and—depending on their proximity
to the various sites on the almost circular mound where Tony’s group was
hidden—some terrorists started firing in the general direction of members of
his group…without much success, since they really never knew for sure just
where the shots from Tony’s group were coming from. Tony and his SAS friends were well dug in and
well camouflaged.
In
time, one of the SAS troops was grazed on the outside of his neck, fortunately
gouging out only meat from his neck muscle.
As he took out bandaging material and started to wrap it around his
neck, the whiteness of the material was easily spotted and several shots came
his way, one grazing the back on his hand.
He grumbled, “Bloody hell,” and burrowed deeper into his hidey-hole.
The
situation could have become worse, but just then, one of the buggies came
flying by and either killed or scattered those who had seen the white
material. By the time the next buggy was
approaching, the man and his bandaging material were forgotten.
The
next pass of the buggies further drove the terrorists away from any place near
that side of the man’s hideout, even though by then he was back in action and
firing away.
That pass
was made with Bruce manning one of the machine guns, but just as it drove by
that particular spot, Bruce grumbled, “Son-of-a-bitch. I’m totally out of ammo for this thing,” as
he took out his Asp and did what damage he could.
Back
at the location of the main force of Asps and SAS troops, Oscar suggested,
“Bruce, I’m thinking it’s time to get Tony and his chaps out of there and pull
back. We’re getting torn up…even though
we’ve sure as hell hit these bastards hard.”
Bruce
joked, “Right on,” which drew a few chuckles, even as Bruce added, “Okay, buggy
drivers, circle our wagons around Tony’s island. Tony, you and your guys jump in whatever
buggy you can. We’re not coming to any
full stops, just slowing down so you can jump in.”
Tony
and his SAS team didn’t have to be told twice.
In less than a minute, all were in one buggy or the other, and the
buggies were speeding toward where Oscar and the others were.
Seeing
that, Oscar said, “Bear, we’re pulling back.
Will give you an idea of where in due time.”
Bear
replied, “Right on. We’ll set the
charges in the ammo dump and head your way.
Two of your men should be getting to you soon.”
The
SAS troop, told by Bear to help his wounded friend, spoke up, “We’re here…and
damned sure ready to pull back. We both took
another hit getting here. Bloody guys
are popping up everywhere.”
As the
buggies slowed near where Oscar stood, firing away as he had been speaking, he
glanced at Sergeant Major Squires.
“Sergeant Major, I assume you have one of our lorries. If so, where is it? We’ll pull back in that direction.”
Cyrus
had been hit three times getting into the buggy, but managed to almost whisper,
“Yes…and roughly two miles nearly due north of where you stand. Let one of my men drive one of the buggies to
lead the way.”
One of
the SAS men rescued got out of the buggy he was in. “I’ve been hit, but only slightly. I’ll drive the lead buggy.”
Oscar
nodded as he took a shot in his left hip, swore, and added, “Good man. Take the most seriously wounded—those who
can’t walk, at least—and be on your way.
The rest of us will give you cover as we retreat. Bear, did you hear and know about where we’re
heading?”
“Yeah,
Oscar. Get the hell outta there.”
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