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Chapters (19)
  1. CHAPTER ONE    COLUMBUS DAY
  2. CHAPTER TWO    DEPLOYMENT
  3. CHAPTER THREE     CAMP ALPHA
  4. CHAPTER FOUR    PARADISE
  5. CHAPTER FIVE    INTEL
  6. CHAPTER SIX    FORT ARROW
  7. CHAPTER SEVEN    COLONEL
  8. CHAPTER EIGHT    PLANTING POTATOES
  9. CHAPTER NINE    JAIL
  10. CHAPTER TEN    SKIPPY
  11. CHAPTER ELEVEN    AWAY BOARDERS
  12. CHAPTER TWELVE    MERRY BAND OF PIRATES
  13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN    FLYING DUTCHMAN
  14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN    SPACE SUITS
  15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN    RAID
  16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN    HOME
  17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN    IDLE HANDS
  18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN    TICKING CLOCK
  19. CHAPTER NINETEEN    OUTBOUND

While we were eating breakfast, I got messages from Cornpone and Shauna. Cornpone told me our old squad was part of a rapid reaction force base about five hundred miles north of Teskor, he sounded excited, it was a damned good assignment. Way better, he said mockingly, than babysitting hamsters. I had to agree with him. The fireteam had replaced me with a new guy, a guy from North Carolina, and Cornpone said the new guy was a huge improvement over me, since the new guy had a proper Southern accent, instead of my Downeast drawl. Shauna reported that her unit was temporarily at a logistics staging base almost a thousand miles to the east. I wrote three messages to her, erased them, then sent a simple note. The odds were that we wouldn't see each other for a long time, maybe never, and I tried to respond in a way that was friendly but not too friendly, so she wouldn't feel she needed to make any special effort to keep in touch, and then it would get awkward.

By the third day of us ‘patrolling’ the village, we were all starting to feel more than a bit foolish. For a patrol, we would put on full battle rattle, our zPhone earpieces, cameras and microphones, tinted goggles, and march down the streets, rifles ready, a finger poised near the safety, trying to look tough as we walked past neat little houses and barns, well-tended fields, and the school, all the way out to the edge of the village, then turned around and walked back. It was not easy to look tough as hamsters sat on their front porches in the morning, sipping tea and waving to us. Or working in the fields and barns, and pausing to wave to us as we walked by. Or the hamster children waving excitedly, eager to see the strange new aliens. Us.

To show the hamsters that our fireteam had serious backup, once or twice a day that first week, a couple Buzzards and Chickens flew over at low altitude, circled the village, and resumed heading west. The gesture was supposed to give my unit confidence also, but after we watched the aircraft disappear over the western horizon, it only reminded us how isolated we were.