The firing stopped suddenly, as if the return of our company was something for the enemy to take stock of, while the remnants of Kilo Company had figured out they were only making themselves targets for the RPGs.

“They’ve quit firing those things,” Fusner whispered in my ear, after a few moments of silence.

I wasn’t sure it was so quiet because the firing had stopped or because the concussion waves of the rocket explosions had affected my hearing again.