Into the Treeline
Chapter I
Special Forces Lieutenant Jim Carmichael was moving through the elephant grass, getting cut to pieces. God, he hated the stuff. The leaves cut like tiny razors. Every exposed part of his body was covered by slashes. The individual cuts leaked only a little blood, but there were so many of them it looked as if he was sweating red. He wore sleeves rolled down and gloves stolen from an Air Force pilot but for all the good it did he might as well have been naked.
He was moving far faster than he liked. No time to scout an area for danger before moving the bulk of the company into it. The best he could do was keep a point man ahead fifty meters. It was impossible to send out flankers in the dense grass; too much chance of loss of contact, and loss of contact carried with it the probability of getting into a firefight with you ... read full excerpt from Men of Valor #2: Into the Treeline ebook
