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They were Alpha-Two, a small wedge of Delta Force—or SAS, depending on who was telling the story—driven deep behind Iraqi lines during the opening days of .

"We're made!" Connors roared, his M60 beginning its rhythmic thumping. conflict-desert-storm

The squad fell back, leapfrogging under the cover of smoke grenades as the desert behind them erupted into a pillar of orange flame. The SCUD launcher was gone. They were Alpha-Two, a small wedge of Delta

"Target's the SCUD battery at the edge of the dunes," Bradley said, his voice a low gravel over the comms. "If those missiles launch, the whole coalition coalition could splinter before the ground war even starts". The SCUD launcher was gone

Foley didn't say much. He just shouldered his rifle and moved toward a high ridge. A few moments later, his voice came through: "I’ve got eyes on the site. Two tanks guarding the perimeter. Guard patrols are tight."