Page 46 - 100 Hours to Destiny

Once on the ground, Matt invited me over to his logistics vehicle
where he had erected a makeshift table and it worked out perfectly to heat
our coffee right there. As the coffee began to heat up on individual heat
tabs, on these little unique stoves that the Marine Corps in its wisdom had
provided, I stole a phrase from one my dad’s favorite movies Jeremiah
Johnson, and I looked at Matt and said, “We have come far pilgrim, yet we
have far to go.”
“Witcher, I think it’s fixing to go down. I think we are just mere hours
before we go into the Invasion.”
“I agree. I can feel it in the air. There’s a lot of chatter between the
higher-ups and I think they are about to pull the trigger. I want to wish you
the very best of luck Matt, I want you to know that I think you are really a
fine Marine. Watch out for me and I will watch out for you too. Let’s keep
our eyes on each other and not get lost in the smoke.”
“Not to worry, I think the world of you Witcher. We’re going to come
out of this just fine, I just wonder what it’s really going to be like when we
cross over into no man’s land and see those bastards face to face and up
close.”
The coffee was hot, and it was cold outside. We were wearing layers
of clothes. I had on my thermal underwear, my cammies, one American style
nuclear and biological chem suit, and on top of that to finalize my thermal
barrier from the frigid cold of February an XXL British nuclear biological
chemical suit. It would be safe to say that I was constantly at MOP Level 2 at
all times and could be upgraded instantly to MOP level 4 by implementing
my chemical breathing apparatus, headgear, and gloves. It gave me, in my
own thoughts…. “An edge.”