Asian Front

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“Rock and roll!” David Brentwood yelled, and everything opened up, from the rip of the P90’s 5.7mm bursts to the steady “bomp, bomp, bomp” of grenade launchers, joined by the long, guttural roar of M-60s pouring out a deadly stream of two hundred rpm 7.62 mm fire. The acrid stench of cordite was all about the British and American commandoes, the thumps and rattle of 5.6mm rounds hitting their targets lost beneath the crash of supporting heavy 107mm mortar fire.

Next to Brentwood, Aussie Lewis, glancing at his P90’s plastic mag, could see that he had about ten rounds left for the Belgian-made machine gun, the empties’ casings spewing down beneath the gun, catching a beam of sunlight that was penetrating the Siberian pines. It was only for a second, but a member of the red team saw it, fired, and Aussie Lewis heard the two tones of a near miss. He rolled quickly, but not fast enough to escape the high monotone or “smoke alarm,” as they called the noise from the Miles — the Multiple Integrated Laser Engagement System.

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