We creep forward, the tension in the air palpable. Rounds snap overhead, some uncomfortably close. The sound of bullets tearing through the air is unsettling, but you don’t stop. You keep moving forward, keep returning fire, or you risk becoming one of the fallen. I can feel the temptation to drop and curl up, to let the chaos wash over me, but that’s not an option. Not now. Not ever. Not if I’m going to survive this. Not if we’re gonna win America back.
~ Bret Gordon during the retaking of the Barksdale AFB: Book one.


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