"Urgent operational requirement?” the Major sniggered."It's a wonder we got issued what we have. Most of it we had to find ourselves in old stockpiles. There was little remaining of my country when the enemy had gone. My family left with little more than the clothes on our backs, and came home to not much more. I wish we had access to the resources you did, but until I do, we must do the best we can."
"All right, no offence meant, Major."
Jones stepped forward to address the young Italian. He appeared to be no older than twenty and was of short and slight stature compared to the two of them. And yet he stood proud and tall. He was far too young for the rank he held, but they both knew it was a result of the war. It was a reminder of how lucky they were to have survived this far.
"We just want to see you get what you need and deserve to make it through this fight."
"Then please, do anything you can to see it happen. I have trained these men and women to the best of my ability, but my training officer was a sixty-five year old Major who was just a week from retirement when the war began. He was one of the few to make it through, after he was put in charge of seeing thousands of civilians to safety. I have no contacts to get these things, and no one to help."
"That's where you're wrong," replied Taylor. "You just got us, and we're here to make sure you get through this alive."
Taylor had expected an arrogant and self-important officer, but instead he found himself liking the Major. He’d already decided he would make it is his mission to get them equipped and able to face the enemy as a force to be reckoned with.
“Where are you based, Major?” asked Taylor.
“You are within the borders of our base here. Much of it was destroyed during the war. We have begun rebuilding here in the last six months.”
He stepped closer to whisper to the Colonel.
“My only task since getting my commission has been to begin rebuilding the base here. We have basic accommodation and training grounds for six hundred soldiers, with many more still living under temporary shelters.”
Taylor stepped back to talk more plainly.
“Don’t be ashamed of what you have done here. We live in difficult times, and you and your lot have had the courage to volunteer in the face of evil.”
Gallo laughed hesitantly.
“We volunteered after the war was over. We never expected to fight in the next one.”
Taylor laughed.
“None of us wanted it, but that doesn’t make it any less necessary. You and I are here, and we have a job to do.”
The day passed quickly once they had been given a plot to assemble their own billets. Taylor grew restless being sidelined by the 5th Marine Regiment, and he could sense the others felt the same. Their fear of combat had been replaced with a desire for revenge. A bloodthirsty desirehe knew had to be controlled. He sat up in his bed, realising how much he missed Parker. They could not rightfully share a bed on an operation even though she made every opportunity to do so.
Taylor stepped out of his billet into the open air. It was warm and comforting. He looked up to the stars and took great pleasure in seeing the skies so peaceful and quiet, despite the fact he knew it would not last. As he stood there in the moonlight, a voice spoke out from behind him, but he did not react for it was the soothing sound of a friend.
“You are thinking about her too.”
He knew it was Charlie Jones. The British officer’s stern and deep voice was unmistakeable even among his own country folk.
"We never leave anyone behind. We lost you momentarily, but we did everything in our power to get you back. What have we done to see Chandra returned home? Dead or alive, she deserves more than to be left out there."
"It's all very well, but some things are simply beyond our reach. It was a wonder we didn't lose more in Tau Ceti. The only reason we're still here is because we weren't sent to Red 1 with her."
They both knew in their hearts that she was dead, for there was no possibility of her surviving the onslaught they witnessed.
"And maybe if we had been there, the story would have been different," replied Taylor.
"We have pulled off some miraculous things in our time together, but we are only human after all. We couldn't have made a difference down there."
They stopped and watched the stars for a moment. It was a beautifully clear night.
"We've lost a lot of friends since it began, and we'll lose many more before this is over. The end of this enemy force is in sight. Both sides must see it, but neither can nor will back down. We have to slug it out and see it through," said Taylor.
"These Italian boys, they aren't ready. Not even close."
"No, but their hearts are in it. They deserve better, better equipment, better training. I'm going to make it my mission to see that happens."
"In the middle of a war?"
"You heard our orders. After the European coastlines are clear, we're gonna be held up here for some time."
"And you think these things ever go to plan?"
Taylor laughed.
"No, but we can only hope."
Daybreak came and Taylor awoke to the sunrays beating down on his shelter and trying to cook him in his bed. It was all the incentive he needed to get to his feet and out the door. An HQ shelter had been setup with their comms officers and equipment not far from his billet. Jones was already up and at the station. He stood over an ops table, studying the information they had been provided, but there seemed little urgency to his job.
"We got any accurate information on enemy positions yet?" asked Taylor as he strode forward.
Jones nodded, pointing down to the ops table map.
"We've got positive enemy sights at three locations. However, the two reconnaissance craft sent over took heavy fire and were unable to get much info. Satellite imagery is still down also. The 5th is approaching from three positions north of Potenza to engage two of the enemy locations."
"Have they requested our assistance?"
Jones shook his head.
"Fools. I want you to keep in regular contact with the 5th. They will need our support, and I want to be ready for when that time comes."
He turned to see Major Gallo approaching on foot.
"What are your current orders?" asked Taylor.
“To hold the southern roads to Naples.”
"And what does that entail?"
"We have defensive lines covering four kilometres."
"With what did you say, six hundred men?"
Gallo nodded.
"How are your defences organised?"
"We have a bunker every kilometre, and sentries roaming the spaces in between."
"What have you got on your eastern flank?"
"Reconnaissance regiment with armoured cars and protecting ten kilometres inland. I do not know what is beyond them."
Taylor thought about it for a moment. It reminded Jones of being back in Brest on the west coast of France — spread thin and ill equipped.
"Sir, the 5th has made contact at Buccino and north of Potenza."
Taylor turned back to the ops table, for the names meant nothing to him. As far as his knowledge of the country extended was the rough location of Rome and Naples from looking at the map that morning.
"Okay, so that's what, eighty kilometres from here?"
"About that, yes," replied Gallo.
"Have we got any idea on enemy numbers yet?"
Jafar stepped up towards them, and Gallo recoiled at the sight of him. He could see the uniform markings on his armour but still could not believe it. He looked to both Taylor and Jones for confirmation that Jafar was for real and friendly.
"This is Sergeant Jafar and he is one of ours," Taylor said.
"But…"
"But nothing, Major."