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Briefing
was
read
to
every
trooper
and
he
heard
it
again
in
his
sleep
during
hypno
preparation
.
So
,
while
we
all
knew
that
Operation
Royalty
was
laying
the
groundwork
toward
eventual
rescue
of
our
mates
,
we
also
knew
that
Planet
P
held
no
human
prisoners
--
it
had
never
been
raided
.
So
there
was
no
reason
to
buck
for
medals
in
a
wild
hope
of
being
personally
in
on
a
rescue
;
it
was
just
another
Bug
hunt
,
but
conducted
with
massive
force
and
new
techniques
.
We
were
going
to
peel
that
planet
like
an
onion
,
until
we
knew
that
every
Bug
had
been
dug
out
.
The
Navy
had
plastered
the
islands
and
that
unoccupied
part
of
the
continent
until
they
were
radioactive
glaze
;
we
could
tackle
Bugs
with
no
worries
about
our
rear
.
The
Navy
also
maintained
a
ball-of-yarn
patrol
in
tight
orbits
around
the
planet
,
guarding
us
,
escorting
transports
,
keeping
a
spy
watch
on
the
surface
to
make
sure
that
Bugs
did
not
break
out
behind
us
despite
that
plastering
.
Under
the
Battle
Plan
,
the
orders
for
Blackie
's
Blackguards
charged
us
with
supporting
the
prime
Mission
when
ordered
or
as
opportunity
presented
,
relieving
another
company
in
a
captured
area
,
protecting
units
of
other
corps
in
that
area
,
maintaining
contact
with
M.
I.
units
around
us
--
and
smacking
down
any
Bugs
that
showed
their
ugly
heads
.
So
we
rode
down
in
comfort
to
an
unopposed
landing
.
I
took
my
platoon
out
at
a
powered-armor
trot
.
Blackie
went
ahead
to
meet
the
company
commander
he
was
relieving
,
get
the
situation
and
size
up
the
terrain
.
He
headed
for
the
horizon
like
a
scared
jack
rabbit
.
I
had
Cunha
send
his
first
section
's
scouts
out
to
locate
the
forward
corners
of
my
patrol
area
and
I
sent
my
platoon
sergeant
off
to
my
left
to
make
contact
with
a
patrol
from
the
Fifth
Regiment
.
We
,
the
Third
Regiment
,
had
a
grid
three
hundred
miles
wide
and
eighty
miles
deep
to
hold
;
my
piece
was
a
rectangle
forty
miles
deep
and
seventeen
wide
in
the
extreme
left
flank
forward
corner
.
The
Wolverines
were
behind
us
,
Lieutenant
Khoroshen
's
platoon
on
the
right
and
Rusty
beyond
him
.
Our
First
Regiment
had
already
relieved
a
Vth
Div
.
regiment
ahead
of
us
,
with
a
"
brick
wall
"
overlap
which
placed
them
on
my
corner
as
well
as
ahead
.
"
Ahead
"
and
"
rear
,
"
"
right
flank
"
and
"
left
,
"
referred
to
orientation
set
up
in
deadreckoning
tracers
in
each
command
suit
to
match
the
grid
of
the
Battle
Plan
.
We
had
no
true
front
,
simply
an
area
,
and
the
only
fighting
at
the
moment
was
going
on
several
hundred
miles
away
,
to
our
arbitrary
right
and
rear
.
Somewhere
off
that
way
,
probably
two
hundred
miles
,
should
be
2nd
platoon
,
G
Co
,
2nd
Batt
,
3rd
Reg
--
commonly
known
as
"
The
Roughnecks
.
"
Or
the
Roughnecks
might
be
forty
light-years
away
.
Tactical
organization
never
matches
the
Table
of
Organization
;
all
I
knew
from
Plan
was
that
something
called
the
"
2nd
Batt
"
was
on
our
right
flank
beyond
the
boys
from
the
Normandy
Beach
.
But
that
battalion
could
have
been
borrowed
from
another
division
.
The
Sky
Marshal
plays
his
chess
without
consulting
the
pieces
.
Anyhow
,
I
should
not
be
thinking
about
the
Roughnecks
;
I
had
all
I
could
do
as
a
Blackguard
.
My
platoon
was
okay
for
the
moment
--
safe
as
you
can
be
on
a
hostile
planet
--
but
I
had
plenty
to
do
before
Cunha
's
first
squad
reached
the
far
corner
.
I
needed
to
:
