The Power of Life and Death Concentrated in My Fingertip

As I gave Covey the compass heading to its position, I caught sight of an enemy soldier climbing a tree about 100 meters away. He had handed his RPG launcher to a nearby comrade while he got into that position. It was clear he was looking for RT Idaho or hoping to nail an Air Force chopper. For the next three hours, I directed air strike after air strike around our position and in the valley. If the situation were reversed, I had little doubt what he would opt to do.