said loudly, conscious that her soft voice did not carry well. To her ear she sounded ten years old. She held up the map. “We are marching cross-country, skirting this big swamp and these hills. Maybe twenty miles or a little more. It is rough country and it will be slow going, but we should make it to Killarney Bridge in plenty of time. The key is stealth. If we can get there unseen, we’ll have a huge advantage. Red and Green will have some patrols out, but I am betting that most of their forces are tied up either defending the bridge or setting up ambushes along the river road.” Emily paused to take a breath. The troops in Blue Company watched her intently.
Please,
she prayed silently.
Let me do this without screwing up too badly.
“I’ve sent runners for more food and ammo. With luck they’ll catch up to us in four or five hours. For now, everyone get a drink of water and have something to eat. If you are carrying a water bottle, share it with someone who doesn’t have one. Fill it every time we pass a stream. We leave in ten minutes.”
Emily called together the platoon commanders and Brill spread his map out on the ground. She pointed a hill directly overlooking Killarney Bridge. “I am calling this hill ‘Sunflower.’ If I were Red and Green, I would have people up there with binoculars. It gives a good view of the river road and some view of this area as well. We are going to have to stay in woods and dead ground until sunset. The enemy will certainly have occupied it. If we are to attack the bridge, we are going to have to take that hill first.”
They discussed the best route, finally decided on skirting between the two swamps, then entering a large ravine that ran close to Sunflower. Emily sent out flankers and scouts, armed with binoculars and radios. She warned them to stay off the radio except in extreme emergency. She tried to reach Gold Company without success. As the rest of Blue Company moved out, Emily checked her watch. The Gold Company convoy had to be at Four Corners in less than twenty-one hours.
The day was hot. Much hotter than she had expected. Water was going to be a problem. They crossed two small, dusty stream beds before they reached the gap between the swamps. Even the swamps had retreated under the summer sun, leaving vast sheets of hard-caked mud. Everyone was sweating and they were rapidly going through what little water they had. The Company slipped through the gap between the two swamps, then turned north. Well off to the east, they could see the hill Emily dubbed “Butterfly,” beyond which would be the river road. She tried to reach Gold Company again; still no luck. Somewhere ahead of them was Sunflower and the Killarney Bridge.
Five hours later, as they crept through a stand of pine trees, one of the scouts ran back to them, flushed and breathless, to report an enemy patrol less than a mile away, crossing the open ground in front of the forest.
“We can take them out!” Skiffington said. “We can lay an ambush and they’ll never know what hit them.” He looked thrilled at the prospect of a fight.
Emily shook her head. “Our target is the bridge. As long as they don’t know where we are, we’ve got a chance. One radio call from this patrol and they would swarm all over us.”
They sat and waited for ninety minutes until the patrol left the area. Skiffington grumbled and chaffed at the inaction. Emily was glad of the rest. The water was almost gone and many in Blue Company were painfully thirsty. They had at least ten more miles in front of them and she wasn’t sure all of them would make it.
Then they caught a lucky break. While they were waiting, the four runners sent to fetch supplies caught up to them. They carried full packs bulging with ammunition and food and collapsed to the ground, chests heaving.
Emily tore open one of the packs and dozens of battery packs spilled out. A second pack had two hundred ration bars and the third pack had more
Please,
she prayed silently.
Let me do this without screwing up too badly.
“I’ve sent runners for more food and ammo. With luck they’ll catch up to us in four or five hours. For now, everyone get a drink of water and have something to eat. If you are carrying a water bottle, share it with someone who doesn’t have one. Fill it every time we pass a stream. We leave in ten minutes.”
Emily called together the platoon commanders and Brill spread his map out on the ground. She pointed a hill directly overlooking Killarney Bridge. “I am calling this hill ‘Sunflower.’ If I were Red and Green, I would have people up there with binoculars. It gives a good view of the river road and some view of this area as well. We are going to have to stay in woods and dead ground until sunset. The enemy will certainly have occupied it. If we are to attack the bridge, we are going to have to take that hill first.”
They discussed the best route, finally decided on skirting between the two swamps, then entering a large ravine that ran close to Sunflower. Emily sent out flankers and scouts, armed with binoculars and radios. She warned them to stay off the radio except in extreme emergency. She tried to reach Gold Company without success. As the rest of Blue Company moved out, Emily checked her watch. The Gold Company convoy had to be at Four Corners in less than twenty-one hours.
The day was hot. Much hotter than she had expected. Water was going to be a problem. They crossed two small, dusty stream beds before they reached the gap between the swamps. Even the swamps had retreated under the summer sun, leaving vast sheets of hard-caked mud. Everyone was sweating and they were rapidly going through what little water they had. The Company slipped through the gap between the two swamps, then turned north. Well off to the east, they could see the hill Emily dubbed “Butterfly,” beyond which would be the river road. She tried to reach Gold Company again; still no luck. Somewhere ahead of them was Sunflower and the Killarney Bridge.
Five hours later, as they crept through a stand of pine trees, one of the scouts ran back to them, flushed and breathless, to report an enemy patrol less than a mile away, crossing the open ground in front of the forest.
“We can take them out!” Skiffington said. “We can lay an ambush and they’ll never know what hit them.” He looked thrilled at the prospect of a fight.
Emily shook her head. “Our target is the bridge. As long as they don’t know where we are, we’ve got a chance. One radio call from this patrol and they would swarm all over us.”
They sat and waited for ninety minutes until the patrol left the area. Skiffington grumbled and chaffed at the inaction. Emily was glad of the rest. The water was almost gone and many in Blue Company were painfully thirsty. They had at least ten more miles in front of them and she wasn’t sure all of them would make it.
Then they caught a lucky break. While they were waiting, the four runners sent to fetch supplies caught up to them. They carried full packs bulging with ammunition and food and collapsed to the ground, chests heaving.
Emily tore open one of the packs and dozens of battery packs spilled out. A second pack had two hundred ration bars and the third pack had more
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