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Either
the
top
brass
had
been
optimistic
in
believing
that
we
had
mounted
overwhelming
force
against
a
small
,
not
fully
developed
Bug
base
--
or
the
Blackguards
had
been
awarded
the
spot
where
the
roof
fell
in
.
In
the
few
moments
I
had
been
out
of
the
boat
I
had
spotted
half
a
dozen
armored
suits
on
the
ground
--
empty
I
hoped
,
dead
men
possibly
,
but
'
way
too
many
any
way
you
looked
at
it
.
Besides
that
,
my
tactical
radar
display
showed
a
full
platoon
(
my
own
)
moving
into
position
but
only
a
scattering
moving
back
toward
retrieval
or
still
on
station
.
Nor
could
I
see
any
system
to
their
movements
.
I
was
responsible
for
680
square
miles
of
hostile
terrain
and
I
wanted
very
badly
to
find
out
all
I
could
before
my
own
squads
were
deep
into
it
.
Battle
Plan
had
ordered
a
new
tactical
doctrine
which
I
found
dismaying
:
Do
not
close
the
Bugs
tunnels
.
Blackie
had
explained
this
as
if
it
had
been
his
own
happy
thought
,
but
I
doubt
if
he
liked
it
.
The
strategy
was
simple
,
and
,
I
guess
,
logical
...
if
we
could
afford
the
losses
.
Let
the
Bugs
come
up
.
Meet
them
and
kill
them
on
the
surface
.
Let
them
keep
on
coming
up
.
Do
n't
bomb
their
holes
,
do
n't
gas
their
holes
--
let
them
out
.
After
a
while
--
a
day
,
two
days
,
a
week
if
we
really
did
have
overwhelming
force
,
they
would
stop
coming
up
.
Planning
Staff
estimated
(
do
n't
ask
me
how
!
)
that
the
Bugs
would
expend
70
per
cent
to
90
per
cent
of
their
warriors
before
they
stopped
trying
to
drive
us
off
the
surface
.
Then
we
would
start
the
unpeeling
,
killing
surviving
warriors
as
we
went
down
and
trying
to
capture
"
royalty
"
alive
.
We
knew
what
the
brain
caste
looked
like
;
we
had
seen
them
dead
(
in
photographs
)
and
we
knew
they
could
not
run
--
barely
functional
legs
,
bloated
bodies
that
were
mostly
nervous
system
.
Queens
no
human
had
ever
seen
,
but
Bio
War
Corps
had
prepared
sketches
of
what
they
should
look
like
--
obscene
monsters
larger
than
a
horse
and
utterly
immobile
.
Besides
brains
and
queens
there
might
be
other
"
royalty
"
castes
.
As
might
be
--
encourage
their
warriors
to
come
out
and
die
,
then
capture
alive
anything
but
warriors
and
workers
.
A
necessary
plan
and
very
pretty
,
on
paper
.
What
it
meant
to
me
was
that
I
had
an
area
17
x
40
miles
which
might
be
riddled
with
unstopped
Bug
holes
.
I
wanted
co-ordinates
on
each
one
.
If
there
were
too
many
...
well
,
I
might
accidentally
plug
a
few
and
let
my
boys
concentrate
on
watching
the
rest
.
A
private
in
a
marauder
suit
can
cover
a
lot
of
terrain
,
but
he
can
look
at
only
one
thing
at
a
time
;
he
is
not
superhuman
.
