"Target's the SCUD battery at the edge of the dunes," Bradley said, his voice a low gravel over the comms. "If those missiles launch, the whole coalition coalition could splinter before the ground war even starts".
"Jones, you're with me for the charges. Connors, find a spot to lay down covering fire if things go south," Bradley ordered. conflict-desert-storm
Foley didn't say much. He just shouldered his rifle and moved toward a high ridge. A few moments later, his voice came through: "I’ve got eyes on the site. Two tanks guarding the perimeter. Guard patrols are tight." "Target's the SCUD battery at the edge of
"We're made!" Connors roared, his M60 beginning its rhythmic thumping. Connors, find a spot to lay down covering
The squad fell back, leapfrogging under the cover of smoke grenades as the desert behind them erupted into a pillar of orange flame. The SCUD launcher was gone.