The fog rolled in at dawn, thick as smoke, hiding the valley, hiding the enemy, hiding everything beyond the tank’s hull. Sergeant First Class Marcus Cole peered through his periscope, seeing nothing but white. His radar was useless. His eyes were useless. All he had was his compass, his map, and the voices of his crew.
“Command, Hammer Lead. We’ve lost visual. Requesting updated coordinates.”
Static crackled in his ears. Then: “Hammer Lead, you are on your own. Enemy forces are moving in your sector. Estimated strength, one company. Hold your position.”
Marcus keyed the intercom. “A