Fire Afghanistan — Heavy

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.

The heavy barrel chugged to life. Brrrrrp. A three-round burst. Then another. He walked the fire onto a second-story window where he’d seen a muzzle flash. Mud chips exploded inward. Heavy Fire Afghanistan

“Suppress! Suppress!” Hatch roared, bringing his SAW up. For a second, the men looked at him like he was insane

“Fix bayonets!” Hatch yelled.

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. For a second