The Federals were snaking down the rain slicked mountain road in convoy formation. They were well disciplined and used good spacing between vehicles. That was an expected possibility that nevertheless made our lives much more difficult. Spacing was a negligible difficulty in comparison to the three Bradley Fighting Vehicles escorting the convoy.

We had anti-tank weapons and a machine gun, but we were pretty ragged otherwise. Mossy Oak camo, deer rifles, shotguns, a semi automatic rifle or two, and some home made explosives equipped our group.

The signal went out to set off the bomb we had placed under the road. The lead BFV’s turret flew free from the hull, flames and smoke spilling out into the air. The crew and dismounts inside were roasting in the flames.

Two Javelin anti-tank launches streaked out towards the remaining BFV’s. The rear Bradley sputtered and stalled. The middle BFV’s turret began firing, troops spilling out of the ramp, and then flames poured out of the hatches.

The troops were my job.