needs to be vaporized and put under intense pressure before
it explodes. That was why the Humvee was designed with a
diesel engine. Safety.
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‘Now I’m reloading,’ Marshall called.
I waited. Was he or wasn’t he? He probably was. But I didn’t
care. I wasn’t going to rush him. I had a better idea. I crawled
along the Humvee’s tilted flank and stopped at the rear bumper.
Looked past it and scoped out my view. To the south I could see
my own Humvee. To the north I could see almost all the way to
the hut. There was an open space twenty-five yards wide in
between. Like no-man’s-land. Marshall would have to traverse
twenty-five continuous yards of open ground to get from the
hut to my Humvee. Right through my field of fire. He would
probably run backward, shooting as he went. But his weapon
packed only three rounds fully loaded. If he spaced them out,
he would be firing once every eight yards. If he loosed them all
off at the start full blast and unaimed, he would be naked all the
rest of the way to the truck. Either option, he was going down.
That was for damn sure. I had eleven Parabellums and an
accurate pistol and a steel bumper to rest my wrist on.
I smiled. I waited.
Then the Sheridan came apart behind me.
I heard a hum in the air like a shell the size of a Volkswagen
was incoming and I turned in time to see the old tank smashed
to pieces like it had been hit by a train. It jumped a whole foot
off the ground and the fake plywood skirts splintered and spun
away and the turret came off its ring and turned over slowly in
the air and thumped down in the sand ten feet from me.
There was no explosion. Just a huge bass metal-to-metal
thump. And then nothing but eerie silence.
I turned back. Watched the open ground. Marshall was still
in the hut. Then a shadow passed over my head and I saw a
shell in the air with that weird slow-motion optical illusion you
get with long-range artillery. It flew right over me in a perfect
arc and hit the desert floor fifty yards further on. It kicked up a
huge plume of dust and sand and buried itself deep.
No explosion.
They were firing practice rounds at me.
I heard the whine of turbines in the far distance. The faint
clatter of drive sprockets and idlers and track-return rollers.
The muffled roar of engines as tanks raced towards me. I heard
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a faint boom as a big gun fired. Then nothing. Then a hum in the
air. Then more smashing and tearing of metal as the Sheridan
was hit again. No explosion. A practice round is the same as a
regular shell, the same size, the same weight, with a full load of
propellant, but no explosive in the nose cone. It’s just a lump
of dumb metal. Like a handgun bullet, except it’s five inches
wide and more than a foot long.
Marshall had switched their training target.
That was what all the radio chatter had been about. Marshall
had ordered them away from whatever they were doing five
miles to the west. He had ordered them to move in towards
him and put rounds down on his own position. They had
been incredulous. Say again? Say again? Marshall had replied: Affirmative.
He had switched their training target to cover his escape.
How many tanks were out there? How long did I have? If
‘enty tank guns quartered the area they would hit a man-sized
target before very long. Within minutes. That was clear. The
law of averages absolutely guaranteed it. And to be hit by a
bullet five inches wide and more than a foot long would be no
fun at all. A near miss would be just as bad. A fifty-pound chunk
of metal hitting the Humvee I was hiding behind would shred it
to supersonic pieces as small and sharp as K-bar blades. Even
without an explosive charge the sheer kinetic energy alone
would make that happen. It would be like a grenade going off
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