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"I've got a sniper hosing my water detail," Goose said. "I can't find him. Can you assist?"

"Affirmative, Leader. Base is looking. " Base was the central Ranger command post. The intelligence
teams there had access to spy satel-lites that could peer down into the country and read the time off a
man's watch.

Goose remained pressed into the hard earth, feeling the heat soak-ing into his body. He listened as Base
maneuvered their own sniper team into position.

"Got a line on your troublemakers out there, Leader."

"Affirmative, Base. Patch me through to the sniper team." Goose breathed out, blowing dust from the
baked grit covering the bare ar-eas where vegetation had given up the struggle to survive.

"Phoenix Leader, this is Sniper Team Romero."

"Good to have you there,Romero . Can you confirm Base's report of one hostile sniper team?"

"Not only confirm it, Leader, but we're in position to cancel their pass to the party."
 "Negative on the cancellation,Romero ," Goose replied. "The Syri-ans are baiting us. None of my team
has been hit. But I wouldn't mind seeing them sit out the next few dances." Sliding his M-4A1 to the side,
he took out his 10X50 binoculars and had the Ranger sniper team direct him to the hostile shooter's
location.

After a brief search, Goose found the enemy team-a shooter and a spotter-stretched out on a rocky
outcrop in the jagged mountains to the southeast. No one else was around. The digital readout on his
binoculars estimated the distance at a little less than a mile.

"Romero," Goose said, "I have our sniper team in sight. Send them on their way."

"Affirmative, Leader. We'll send them packing."

An instant later, rock jumped from the outcropping around the two Syrian soldiers. They jumped for
cover, obviously not expecting to be found so quickly.

The other Rangers cheered the sniper team on as they reported, "Leader, your water detail is clean and
green."

"Understood,Romero . Thanks for the assist." Goose put his bin-oculars away and stood. He took up
the assault rifle and felt fatigue eat into his bones.

Glancing at the dead fish floating on the river, he was reminded of an old army axiom, the military version
of Murphy's Law: "It isn't the bullet with his name on it that a professional soldier has to fear; it's all those
that are addressed To Whom It May Concern."'

The 75th Ranger Regiment was stuck between a rock and a hard place. And it seemed more than their
share of trouble was looking for them.

Turkish-Syrian Border