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You know, my brother wears one of these things. Heavy enough. What the hell good is it?

We got a carrier group operating offshore. I was down to watch. You?

Is it that bad? My brother told me he lost a really good - squad leader? Anyway, is it that big a deal?

It's different with us. We deploy as a unit and usually don't lose anybody that way until we come back home.

Robby Jackson had a two-hour layover before boarding the Air Force C-141B, which with its refueling housing looked rather like a green, swept-wing snake. Also aboard were sixty or so soldiers with full gear. The fighter pilot looked at them with some amusement. This was what his little brother did for a living. A major sat down next to him after asking permission - Robby was two grades higher.

We got a carrier group operating offshore. I was down to watch. You?

Take your pick, Larson replied. It's like the horse collection at Churchill Downs. Porsches, Rolls, Benzes

Must be nice to do all your work sitting down, the major observed.

Roger that, Captain. What brings you to Panama?

Three-Seventeen. First Brigade. I'm brigade intel, Second Brigade. What do you do?

You don't 'suppose' very often in this business. How fast can you get a line on what happened here?

Is it that bad? My brother told me he lost a really good - squad leader? Anyway, is it that big a deal?

He's a new nugget - second lieutenant I guess you call him - in the, uh, they call it Ninja-something

Robby Jackson had a two-hour layover before boarding the Air Force C-141B, which with its refueling housing looked rather like a green, swept-wing snake. Also aboard were sixty or so soldiers with full gear. The fighter pilot looked at them with some amusement. This was what his little brother did for a living. A major sat down next to him after asking permission - Robby was two grades higher.

The Cabbage Patch Hat? The major smiled, his eyes closed. Well, the Kevlar's supposed to stop stuff from tearing your skull apart, and the mop we wrap around it breaks up your outline - makes you harder to see in the bush, sir. Your brother's with us, you said?

We got a carrier group operating offshore. I was down to watch. You?

What's that? Larson asked. Two automobile headlights appeared on a hillside three miles away. Neither man had noticed the Mercedes pull into the overlook. They'd been concentrating on the target then, but Clark reproached himself for not remembering to check around further. That sort of mistake was often fatal, and he'd allowed himself to forget just how serious it was.

Thirty-cal fire. Heavy machine guns at close range. Pretty slick ambush. Those are M3 BMWs.

What's that? Larson asked. Two automobile headlights appeared on a hillside three miles away. Neither man had noticed the Mercedes pull into the overlook. They'd been concentrating on the target then, but Clark reproached himself for not remembering to check around further. That sort of mistake was often fatal, and he'd allowed himself to forget just how serious it was.

Thirty-cal fire. Heavy machine guns at close range. Pretty slick ambush. Those are M3 BMWs.

Seventh Light. The major leaned back, trying to get as much comfort as he could. His helmet rested on his lap. Robby lifted it. Shaped much like the German helmet of World War II, it was made of Kevlar, with a cloth camouflage cover around it, and around that, held in place by a green elasticized cloth band, was a medusa-like collection of knotted cloth strips.

Okay. The police were looking at the passing cars, but not searching them. One shined his flashlight into the back of the Subaru. There were some curious things there, but not the right size and shape to be machine guns. He waved them on. Clark took that in and did some supposing. Had the gang war he'd hoped to start already begun?

The major grunted. Not as well as we hoped. We lost some good people out of some important slots - same with you, right? People rotate in, rotate out, and it takes awhile to get the new ones up to speed. Anyway, the reconnaissance units in particular lost some good ones, and it cost us some. That's why we train, the major concluded. Never stops.

Three-Seventeen. First Brigade. I'm brigade intel, Second Brigade. What do you do?

Regular training rotation for one of our battalions. Jungle and tight country is where we work. We hide a lot, the major explained.

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