The Skipper started to get up and stopped. 'Oh! Another thing. Just before we left Shelor, we learned our enemy is up-to-date. They've got night vision capabilities. Keep that in mind while you're sneaking and peeking out there.'
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1800 HOURS
THE work of settling into the new area had gone on without a break. The old fighting positions of the Pashtuns were occupied, and the construction of several new ones had begun. Ensign Taylor's assault section was detailed to begin filling sandbags for the effort.
Brannigan didn't like the idea of static points of resistance when it came to defense, and his main plan was to have more sites than they needed. That way, they could shift daily or even hourly to different defensive patterns to keep the enemy off balance. He also set up a CP for the front line. This was where the watch officers and chiefs would be positioned during their duty hours. Additionally, he issued orders that all sections would have three men 'standing to' at all times day or night. With two fire team leaders, six fire team members, and a SAW gunner, that meant a one-third alert. The Fire Support Section was set up the same way, by keeping one machine gun crew on duty.
This system permitted using the Navy's regular watch organization of four hours on and eight hours off during the seven periods of watches. The exceptions were the two dog watches, which went from 1600 hours until 2000 hours. These were two on and four off during the evening meal-time, as was normal aboard ships. The system also kept men from having to keep the same duty hours every day.
Normal administrative, medical, and communication functions would be in the Headquarters bunker, in the center of the position. It was a large cave and, like the others, offered a comfortable temperature in the interior because of small entrances as well as the natural insulation. Frank Gomez found a small hole some three feet in diameter up in the ceiling, and he positioned his Shadowfire Radio on a rock shelf nearby. He would place the set outside when he transmitted or received. Thick brush around the area offered concealment, and the location was also an excellent OP if necessary.
Hospital Corpsman Doc Bradley had an excellent chamber for his rustic clinic. A small stream came out of the rocks and made its way across the deck to descend into an opening that led outside. His potable testing kit showed the water to be free of bacteria and contaminants, meaning it would serve well when required in the treatment of the wounded. Bradley also arranged his medical and surgical kits, operating table, medicines, and drugs in an orderly manner. Although his patients would be required to sleep on the rocky floor, he had enough foam mattresses to take care of half a dozen casualties. They would be able to rest comfortably.
The rest of the headquarters group--like Gomez and Bradley--were exempt from standing watches. In naval parlance, the seven men of the Sniper Team and Patrol Team were called 'idlers' because of their status. However, in Brannigan's Brigands phraseology, they were 'weenies.' Mike Assad especially resented this, since there would be times when they would be on duty for long hours at a stretch, but the name stuck even when he threatened to break Andy Malachenko's nose for referring to him thusly.
NOW, tired from the hauling, stacking, and digging, the detachment sat down to their first meal in their new garrison. It was no more than MREs, but the SEALs consumed the food gratefully as the men on stand-to patiently waited for their reliefs so they could chow down in turn. Meanwhile, the Sneaky Petes huddled together in the Headquarters bunker, making a careful map reconnaissance of the area they would patrol that night.
CHAPTER 4
NO MAN'S LAND
10 JUNE 0130 HOURS
CONNIE Concord signaled the patrol to halt and gather around him. They had reached the east side of a small hill at the bottom of the valley between the warring factions. The SEALs all wore NVGs, and viewed their surroundings in the green, gray, and black the devices provided. Everyone was stripped down for action with empty pockets, one ammo pouch, K-Bar knife, and canteen on their belts. Additionally, all the rifle slings had been removed and the swivels taped down. Before leaving their position, Brannigan had made the Sneaky Petes jump up and down to make sure there were no rattling noises that might give them away during the mission.
'Alright!' Connie said, whispering into his LASH. No matter how softly he spoke, the others could hear him clearly in the earphones. 'This here's that raise in the ground we picked out on the map. This is gonna be both our ERP and RRP, okay? So let's get this little show of ours on the road. Mike and Dave, you guys head north. Keep close track of the time because you gotta be back here no later than zero-four-hundred. Here's another important item: You guys got to take off your LASH sets so's you can listen good for whatever's going on around you. Them Zaheyas might have a patrol or two of their own prowling around out here.'
'What if we got to say something?' Dave whispered back.
'We can wave at each other or something and point to our ears,' Mike suggested.
'Just don't make any noise to attract each other's attention,' Connie remarked seriously. 'And let me remind you what the Skipper said about the bad guys having night vision. D'you remember the challenge and the password when we go back through our lines?'
'Yeah,' Mike replied. ' 'Grin' and 'grapple.'
'Right,' Connie said. The Skipper wanted all challenges and passwords to have the letter 'r' in them, since it was difficult for speakers of Farsi and Arabic to pronounce it the American way without rolling the sound with their tongues twittering. 'So take off, guys, and good luck.'
Dave took the lead as he and Mike moved north to follow their assignment of traveling the entire length of the enemy positions in that direction. When they reached the outermost point, they would work their way back to the ERP. The rest of the detachment referred to the two as the Odd Couple because Mike was an Arab-American and Dave Jewish-American. In spite of a situation that could have caused an ethnic clash, the pair was 100 percent American and disinterested in Middle East conflicts except how the events might affect the United States. They were also the best of buddies and spent all their off-duty time together swilling beer and chasing young women.
THE terrain in the no-man's-land between the two mountaintops was fairly smooth, with a few dips and rises. Stands of boulders--some as large as automobiles-were scattered throughout the area. The ground itself was smooth, hard-packed, and rock-strewn, while the vegetation was scrub brush with thorny plants that were tall and thick enough in places to offer good concealment.
It would be impossible to move across the valley undetected in daylight. Such movement would be extremely dangerous and would have to be done in short rushes. But at night or when the mountain mists and fogs lay heavily over the terrain, a quiet, determined force of properly clad men would be able to move unseen. During those conditions, even NVGs had difficulty detecting movement, since the shapes of camouflaged individuals would blend in well with the natural features of the area. IR devices, of course, would have no trouble identifying living beings because of body heat imaging.
Navy SEALs had been trained for years in the tradition of conducting operations with 'one foot in the water'-- that is, close to the sea. They generally went into their OAs in boats or SCUBA gear. They stayed on dry land only long enough to perform their missions; then it was back to the friendly environs of the ocean, lake, or river for exfiltration to naval vessels. But the latest demands of combat in the Middle East had changed all that. The introduction of war against terrorism meant that they now went ashore and stayed there for weeks, practicing their deadly trade far from beaches and seashores. Brannigan's Brigands could be numbered among the many SEALs who had gone so far as to employ desert patrol vehicles on missions in which they raced in and out of combat in the midst of gunfire and roaring motors.
Now, in that valley of the Gharawdara Highlands of Afghanistan, the Sneaky Petes moved slowly across the mountainous terrain, their feet as dry as if they were trodding over the sands of the Sahara.
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0245 HOURS
MATTY Matsuno was on point as Connie Concord and Garth Redhawk followed him. They had stayed more or less on the eastern side of the valley while they made their wary southern trek toward the far reaches of their patrol area. Now they had worked their way into a north-northwest direction to reach the base of the slopes that led up to the enemy positions. Matty glanced back, as he did from time to time, to see how his companions were coming along. This time he saw Connie gesturing to him. He went back and joined the team leader and Garth.
Everyone slipped on their LASH headsets. Connie pointed upward. 'That's where the bad guys live. We need
