We’ve been spotted by a patrol! A firefight breaks out between the Iranians and my team pinned behind the rocks. I can hear excited Farsi chatter from the enemy soldiers. One… Two… Pop! Pop! Pop! The sound of small arms fire stutters out from a group of nearby trees.
We have to take this point so the area around Camp Rogaine will be secured. I crouch next to a bush and command a couple of my NATO squaddies to flank left behind some rocks so they can get a better angle on the enemy.
I’ve been walking for twenty minutes since the mission started, my MX assault rifle swaying in front of me, the Mediterranean sunset over my shoulder, when I spot the enemy about 800 meters away on a hilltop outpost.
