looks up at the squad leader almost confused: Sergeant?
Sergeant Davis: You’ve got the map don’t you?
The question takes a moment to register as his mind continues to adjust to the war raging through the city: Yes Sergeant.
Fumbling, he pulls a map out from his leg pocket and spreads it out on the ground, using his rifle to secure one end and prevent the wind from blowing it around. After a few moments he looks up at the rest of the crew, hesitating again as he realises he is taking too much time.
Private Shearer, the fourth soldier, sighs: Come on Walshy, spit it out!
Walsh: So, we’ve set the charges on Tara Street Bridge and the