Finally, after a few minutes, Reynolds gently put the two men back down. He was exhausted, needed a break. He was far enough away, and didn’t think there were any creatures near.
What remained of the team had escaped.
Breathing in deep breaths, he turned to Comstock, who had been covering their retreat.
But Dale wasn’t there.
Appalled, Reynolds scanned the valley.
Where was he?
He kept looking.
Where was Sergeant Comstock?
Finally, Reynolds saw a lone figure in the distance. As smoke flickered from the cave opening, the lone warrior moved up the trail, and Reynolds watched as Dale Comstock neared the cave once more.
Then, Colonel Reynolds heard a garbled sound, a final transmission…
“This is Delta One. I’m going back into the cave.”
Reynolds nodded his head, muttering to himself, “We never leave a man behind.”
“As I know combat, it is long periods of foreboding and solemn thoughts of home, punctuated by moments of stark terror.”
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