Jericho 3

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They left the briefing with the Minnesota National Guard Colonel in the Tactical Operations Center and walked quickly through a row of B-huts on FOB Lightning. The clouds were low and heavy with snow. A light dusting of powdered snow covered the gravel.

“Did you hear him?”

“I heard him, captain. Just let it go.”

US Army Captain Henry shook his head in disgust. “That’s not how they taught us at the Academy; I can assure you of that.”

“Captain, let it go.”

“How can you say just ‘let it go’? This is freaking tularemia, maybe a bio-weapon, and this idiot who teaches ‘lit’ in Saint Pete, Minnesota when he’s not a weekend warrior tells us not worry to about it… tells us he’s not going to elevate it.”

“Well, now you’re speaking to a weekend warrior from Bucks County, Pennsylvania. Feel any better?” asked Major Dean Banks, United States Army Reserves.

Captain Henry held his tongue. They walked past the dining hall and up the gravel road. Major Banks stopped and turned around.

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